Most mornings, when I remember to do so, I pray on my way to work or before I step into my office. I ask God to set a watch at my lips bind my mind, spirit and body from being a tool of the devil and I pray he sends peace, love and all the good things there, before I reach.
Some days peace reign. Some days the devil brings in reinforcements with sophisticated weaponry. Yesterday, the battle intensified, the enemy didn’t want to stay bound and I barely managed to keep those lips shut.
Today, I am at home digging into God and suring up my armour. HR recommended I take sometime to calm down, distance myself, and change my perspective. But tell me, which perspective do you go to after bearing two years of verbal abuse, harassment, micromanagement and now intense vindictive maltreatment?
The only perspective I have is God.
My only coping mechanism is the proverbial pen and prayer.
-Poetess Denise Fyffe