I believe in Heavenly Father with all my heart and soul and therefore believe in Satan the adversary. While praying to Heavenly Father tonight about all of the misunderstandings and pain that I have been dealings with, with some of my family members, a picture came to me of Jesus Christ and his persecutors and tormentors and all of those who judged him and cast him out and all of those who loved him, yet denied him and I am not saying I am Christ or what is going on right now is like that, but that the adversary is using miscommunication between us to cause us all pain and conflict. I for one, am no longer going to listen to him and ask forgiveness for all of the terrible things I have said and all of the terrible things I have accused. I am saddened, that with all that I am learning about the bigger story, God's story for us, that I succumbed to Satan and jumped into his story. I have a lot to work on and the wounds that caused all of this in the first place still need to be healed and it will still take time and space but I am truly sorry for the ugliness I brought forth in my so called defense. I know that there is a loving way to defend ones self and I will pray for that knowledge, so that hopefully, I will never again fall into Satan's trap. I don't care if my parents and siblings think I am crazy, because I know to the depths of my soul, that Satan is real and he is out to destroy all relationship but mainly families.

I am learning that as Human Beings, we are all broken and wounded and being broken and wounded, we unintentionally inflict wounds on others, we don't intend too and we would take it back in that instant but we can't. The only thing we can do is accept what we have done and ask forgiveness.

Humpty Dumpty

My heart was Humpty Dumpty, it sat upon a wall.

Throughout my life, young and old, my heart had oh so many falls.

Sometimes it chipped a little bit, other times completely shattered.

It often hurt, bruised and bumped, but I wondered if it even mattered.

Was it worth putting back together? Was it even possible?

I knew I couldn’t do it myself, was there someone I could call?

Of course there was, but only one, the one who loved me best.

He came with me, healed my heart, showed my beauty, gave me rest.

It wasn’t without sorrow, work and pain companions too.

It was so worth experiencing that my Savior has the glue.

His glue not only holds hearts together, his glue’s not just for stick.

His glue is the balm of healing, the only glue that’ll do the trick.

Puts my heart back together, makes it stronger than before.

Takes my heart and makes it whole again, the wounds I feel no more!

-amy uhl

I had to share this beautiful poem by my best friend Amy, she has real talent!