The Tree of Wisdom Someone called me a survivor of love, of life. When you survive a thing… do you really survive. When you survive, does every part of you come out alive. We are quick to say that, what happen to us doesn’t affect our decision or actions. I guess that would be like falling into a pool of water, naked and saying that you didn’t get wet. Survivor of cancer, you still live with the fear of the return of cancer. When you survive anything, it changes something about your heart, mind, body, soul, spirit. A survivor is only made whole through the love of Jesus Christ. He restores and allows you to make it through in order to help other.
When a Survivor shares his or her story, wisdom becomes the fruit of the tree. The tree of wisdom feed those that are hungry, strengthen the weary, find the lost and encourage the hopeless, embraces the soul, drown fears and give light to a dark world. The tree of wisdom, bear fruit in a dry land, and become water for the thirsty, healing to the sick, music to death ears, a safe place for damaged hearts and glue for broken spirits. A survivor, a Tree of Wisdom… No. I’m just a child of God
Broken Spirited Defined: When the doors are closed in your face too many times; When hard times last a little too long; When problems come a little too often; When nothing good ever last; When no one is ever there for you when you need them the most; When your worst outweigh your bad and there is no comfort in your nights or days…A broken spirit …. your faith become thin as the skin of a dry leaf; your spirit grows weary and your prayers fade in the ceiling; tears harden your heart; your strength feels like it left your body to defend for itself; you’re emotions becomes numb; your mind is at stand still like stagnate water and your soul broken into a million pieces.
Your what-ever-attitude says that you have given up. You go to church and can’t lift your hands to give God praise. You want to speak life to your situation but your lips won’t move. You’ve given up trying to make it work because all your hopes are gone. You listen to people trying to say things to encourage you but you can’t hear them. Your eyes are open but you can’t see. Going through the motions of everyday life and nobody sees your pain. Tears behind the smile and hurt behind the laughter. Your prayers are short and to the point because you don’t feel that God hears you. All your memories of hurt, pain and all the bad things drown your spirit. And you find yourself mad at God to only find that satan had a plan for you before you were born and your people in your past and your own choices played a part in his plan.