I LiveWritten by Demetria Zinga
By Demetria Zinga
I stood still Inwardly fighting All that I had was taken away My heart as stone, cold as ice Another manís paradise Was my tomb.
I died. Inwardly fighting I thought never to see a brighter day I thought to recoil within my shell Forever my mind relived hell Of another manís paradise My death. My tomb.
I felt heat of a light so bright Bursting its flame upon my life Giving me energy, giving me life Giving me strength for another fight
He's FaithfulWritten by Demetria Zinga
Every morning I wake up to sound of chirping birds, singing their love songs to God. I often wonder how it is that birds are so cheerful, even on cloudy days. When skies were overcast and I wanted nothing more than just to sleep, even sound of those cheerful birds didnít rouse me.
Sleep is a big word for me. A new mother of an active toddler, Iíve developed an appreciation for mothers of two or more children, especially, who have succeeded at parenting, despite odds, challenges, and struggles. They are an inspiration to me and help me to see what it means to be balanced.
I canít help but to ask God, ďokay, Lord, another day of work, work, work. How do you expect me to do this?Ē Working a full time job and balancing family life had been quite a challenge Ė both hectic, and nauseating at times. Wanting to give up at end of each day, I only woke up next morning to a nest of chirping birds, seemingly reminding me that Godís mercies are new every morning.
Iíve found that in spite of difficulties life brings, Godís presence is always there. He lets me know that He is with me and that Heíll never leave me lonely. Even in my daily challenges, which may seem minute and trivial to others, but obviously roadblocks to me, God is an ever present help. What a faithful Savior!