FIREPLACE POETRY

“Daughter,” He whispered,

in the quiet where her breathing shook,

“Sit with Me. Look at Me.

We need to talk.”

And she trembled in the stillness,

heart cracked open like a storm-split sky,

whispering, “God… I’m trying.

I’m tired. I don’t know if I can do this.”

But His voice rolled deep through her spirit—

steady, strong, unbreakable:

“Listen to Me.”

“I don’t want half your heart,

a watered-down version,

a fading spark of who you are.

I want all of you—every corner,

every fear, every wound, every dream.

You don’t have to be perfect.

You just have to surrender.”

She swallowed hard.

Her palms shook.

“But God… what if I’m not enough?”

And He asked her—

voice like thunder wrapped in mercy:

“Have I ever left you?”

“Have I ever abandoned you?”

“Tell Me—when has My promise failed you?”

Memories flooded—

dark rooms where He brought light,

storms where He gave strength,

seasons where she almost drowned

but He held her head above the water

every single time.

“Daughter, haven’t I always followed through?”

“Haven’t I always pulled you out?”

“Haven’t I been faithful?”

She nodded, tears falling like confession.

“Yes, God… You’ve never failed me.”

And He answered,

fire swirling beneath His gentle tone:

“Then trust Me now.”

“You’re under attack because hell knows

what you still don’t:

there is a calling on your life

so heavy with glory

that even the enemy is terrified of you.”

Her breath caught.

Her chest tightened.

She had felt the pressure—

the weight of battles

that didn’t match her size.

He continued,

words hammering truth into her bones:

“Do you think these attacks are random?”

“Do you think the devil wastes his time?”

“He’s fighting you because you’re dangerous.”

“You carry a future inside you

that will break chains generations deep.

You carry a fire that will light paths

your children will walk in safety.

You carry a blessing that will ripple

through your family line

long after your name is spoken.”

She felt it—

the holy ache,

the rising strength,

the quiet roar inside her spirit.

And God said:

“So keep fighting.”

“Keep pushing.”

“Do NOT let the devil win.”

“If he takes you out—

he won’t just steal from you.

He’ll steal from your kids,

your family,

your bloodline,

your future that I have already written.”

His voice softened,

yet thunder still lived in it:

“But hear Me—he will NOT win

as long as you hold onto Me.”

Her tears turned warm—

not from pain, but from awakening.

She whispered, “Lord, I’m scared.”

And He answered:

“I know.”

“But I’m here.”

“I have never left you,

and I will never leave you.”

“You are loved.

Chosen.

Covered.

Protected.”

“There is a calling on your life so big,

you can’t even imagine it yet.

But I see it.

I planned it.”

“Now rise, daughter.”

“Give Me your whole heart—

not the broken half,

not the wounded half,

not the cautious half.”

“Give Me ALL of you.”

“And watch what I do with it.”

Written By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)

About the Poem:

“Conversations with God” is a raw, emotional conversation between a girl and God—one where He calls her back to wholeness, surrender, and purpose. In this poem, God reminds her of His faithfulness, asks her honest questions about trust, exposes why her battles have been so intense, and reveals the powerful calling on her life.

As the author, I want every reader to know: this message isn’t just for her—it’s for you too. God doesn’t want the half-healed, half-present version of you. He wants your whole heart, your full surrender, your complete trust. He’s never abandoned you, never failed you, and the attacks you face are proof of the destiny resting on your life.

Let this poem remind you to keep pushing, keep fighting, and keep giving God everything. The future He’s building through you is bigger than you imagine, and He will never—ever—leave your side.