I was born with a defect.
The defect is not visible to the human eye. You cannot see it.
Even if you took a microscope and examined every part of me, every pore, every sinew, it is not detectable.
The defect was with me, from the day I was born, and it remained. It became a part of me.
It walked with me and slept with me. It lingered on my thoughts and captivated and dictated my actions. It burned bridges and carved scars within me. It crippled and deformed me, and it stayed on. It appears at times, loud and crass, and subtle and quiet, and mutilates every core of me. It rolls in like a tsunami, slowly, and crashes and destroys everything in its path. It maims, devours, and burns all that comes towards me. Like a sore that refuses to heal, or a wound that continues to fester, the defect remains and reeks of havoc.
You see,
the defect is me.
and I the consequences of its aftermath.
A concoction of fear, insecurity, pride, impatience, and distrust, and as these vices bred inside me, I became a product of its depraved fruit.
I battle daily, to rid myself of my deformity. I strive to rectify, rid and heal. Realising that,
the only way,
is a reformed mind, a renewed heart and a revived soul.
A sipping of the blood that cleanses, a bite of the bread that bonds, a washing of the spirit that re-births. Reformation take time, but I refused to be a product of the defect that I was born with.
The defect ends here.
Isaiah 1:18/Matthew 26:26-28/John 20:22/
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