CRIPPLED by Mide Benedict

Can I do this! Can I go! Can I get out! Can I overcome?

My heart began to thump very high. I knew I should have faith, I knew that was the only thing that could bring me out of the mess. I've heard the pastor, my mother had said it, that with faith all is settled, but with this trouble...! Ah! with this trauma, what I feel is fear, fear that runs through all parts of my liver, and detaches my Strength from my strength. Ah! I've failed to learn! Ah! I cannot stand, Ah! I've been overshadowed by that which I ought to have overpowered a long time ago.

What I have is not faith, No, that is gone, No! it's still there, but fear has covered it, fear has sucked it out of me, leaving a mirage of its real self, No! it has solidified it, making it flowless and stagnant.

If only I could have prepared myself for long; praying, reading the word and building up myself in my most holy faith, praying in the Holy ghost, then I could have become the fear of faith which my fear will fear.

Can I do this! Can I go! Can I get out! Can I overcome?

Suddenly, I woke up and began to ponder on the questions I asked in the dream.

And the answer was 'yes', only If I start building myself up now.

Then I thought, what if I was in that position in reality, what could I've done. It was then it came, a short answer, ' It only gets better with Christ and my faith in him keeps me sane.'

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