Cas Reeves 2017
All the emptiness I offer.
My brokenness I proffer.
All my raw and brittle striving.
My endless hoping and contriving.
Lord, I offer you
The blankness of my medicated mind,
Where memories I search for I can no longer find.
Yet still my faith like fragile fire
Burns on with faint but hot desire.
I turn each day to prayer
In the hope that if I share
You will intervene to fill the void
Made by medication I can’t avoid.
How can I help or heal my mental state?
Is this illness predestined,
Somehow my fate?
I do not know the reason for this test.
I seek to pass, to excel and to invest,
To build a treasure full of hope.
Eternal perspective helps me to cope.
Lord, my blank to your exquisite verse,
I live my faith despite this curse.
I'm a 44 Christian married mother of two young adults who I had the honour of homeschooling for 12 years. My husband Rodney and I live in Brisbane Australia. I am creating this space to share, as God leads, some of my writing and experiences living with schizoaffective disorder and other comorbidities.
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