I looked for a prophet that would declare life in a valley of dry bones and the prophet was never found. Like a wave braking at our coast; like the last smoke of a giant fire, like a sporadic breeze that refreshes our bodies was our version of love. What was, was not supposed to be; what is, is not really. Images of perfection, but nothing was found inside.  “Was not,” will never last; circumstances are just excuses to tell a story of the failure that was destined from the beginning. The curiosity was satisfied; the manipulations can’t go any further. Real is real and fake is fake.

            Real love never fails; imitations are never able to continue for long. It was all a great tunnel of deception with great hidden agendas. When reality showed up, the ending was inevitable. Compassion did not exist; selfishness ruled. The cruelty of a heart governed after its self can never achieve deeper relationships. Where there is no love, there is fear; where there is fear, there is no faith, where there is no faith, sin reigns; and where there is sin, God cannot bless.

            So much can be said; so many ways of telling the same story; so many perspectives and opinions; but at the end…what was, was not supposed to be; what is, is not really. Images of perfection, but nothing was found inside. The one that blames will continue to blame, the one that refuses to forgive will never forgive. The arrogant will always pride themselves in self-righteousness and the cower will always run in times of tribulation.

            I see the children restored; I see them better than us. The fight was too intense for the weak to bear; love was not enough to accept the humanity of the other and friendship; a pathetic request for a friendship that was never there! The excuses of an event are what it is…an excuse; destined for failure, can never be restored. What was, was not supposed to be; what is, is not really. Images of perfection, but nothing was found there. So much arrogance, so much worldly ways to facing life’s troubles; everything is seen through the glass of black-and-white; them-against-us, me against you and you-against-me. No personal responsibilities. Wise on the vanity of self-opinions and people that darkened the counsel of the God of all ages…What a dangerous place to be in! They view themselves as doves, but they are really vipers; snakes who seduce with their strange movements and crush the very lives and dreams out of your soul.

            But I rejoice, for my God, in His love for me, showed me who I am and brought to light the infections of my heart. I am now on the surgical table. Yes! God is changing me; generational curses are dropping like flies; just as the father of all flies knows that His time is short. I am out of my cave of shame and out of the cave of the blamed. I am Angel Casiano, a son of the Living God. You mess with my destiny, you mess with my God. Who is judging? Who are they? Do they qualify? Do they have anything to show for? Does the fornicator judge the adulterous? How can that be? Are they free from sin? A hint of sexual immorality is not allowed according to what God establishes; so who are they to condemn anybody forever? Have they ever heard about God’s mercies? Do they even know about Jesus grace? They are like the Pharisees of our time.

            My time is here; the turning I see…God will forever love me! Hope has arrived and is riding me out of this awful and costly mistake. Reality is set, the truth is now clear. After so many warnings, like the song of the fighter, “There’s no easy way out”. Today, in this new beginning, I find myself repenting for trying to make something out of something that should have never been. I am guilty for the decisions I have made; I am guilty for the things I have said; but I gave all to Him who forgave all of my sins. I now step into tomorrow; no time to look back. The lessons were real; the pains at times were unbearable; but God’s faithfulness was stronger than all. I am somebody in Jesus; my call is not far gone. Used and misused I feel at times but, who cares? I have some ways to go; my heart is not totally there, but a new chapter has opened by the power of the Holy Ghost!