By Prophet Bushiri
My mirror has been broken
But God – the potter in whose hands I’m clay – will put it back together.
The place I would see myself
My duplicate would appear
An unfiltered reflection
Not just my shadow
In it, another me
Butterflies are beautiful and lovely
Beautiful but scarce
They appear in season
They are not meant to stay longer
They vanish and disappear
But in their short time around they love beauty – flowers, that is.
Your mum and I came to show you where what remained was kept
The rest is in God’s hands
A place of worship and joy
But here we are, she was kept here
Never forget it’s just the remains
You can now continue where she left off
Go give the poor
Go pray for others
Confidently tell them, yes, Jesus heals!
Oh Yes dad!
He healed you, my parents, and my heart when we were broken the most.
He lifted the burden of a reality that weighed us down.
I now believe He heals!
My sister left scars on my fragile heart.
After your prayers and courage, dad, the scars on my heart have healed completely!
Yes daughter, “[We are] rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;”
Romans 12:12 NKJV