Day 3 - Super Powers? Ummm...

The writing prompt for today was to 'write about your superpower and how you use it.'

Once I got up off the floor from laughing at the mere thought of me having super powers, I tried to get a little serious. Super power? I don't think so. But I do serve Someone with super power, and maybe because of Him, I might find the strength to do a few super things now and again.

If I had my own way, I would be slothful and selfish. I would lock myself up and only come out when I felt like it. When I was sick, if it wasn't for the Super Power at work in my life, then I would have probably given up and given in.

Instead, He stuck by me and sent a host of angels to help me through the restorative process. As I look back, there was little time to sit around feeling sorry for myself.

In my journal, I came across a poem I wrote where my Superhero prepared for battle. It happened during one of my chemotherapy treatments:


In enemy territory I tremble
Too near; I feel the foe approach
The poison courses through my veins

And the pain begins.

At first it is slow, almost teasing

Then the burning begins...

Then desolation.

I sit motionless, willing it to cease.

But the battle rages on.

Insidious in motion

Obvious in effect.

Then I hear a trumpet.

Not a brassy pitch; moreso a gentle reminder - sweet sounds -

Jesus is near

Jesus can hear

Jesus is ready for battle

The soul - my soul is no longer in jeopardy

The pain subsides...

I sleep.

My Superhero has done it again!