Confessions of My Life: For Easter

“Not only will I mend the broken pieces, I will put you in new places.” – Sunday, February 23, 2020, 3:40 pm. I get a lot of inspiration while minding my own business, which I do very well. Confessions of My Life is an example.

I shared the first part of this story recently on another platform but felt compelled to take it to another level and to open up a little bit more. What’s the point in having a microphone, a stage, and a voice and shut the world out?

Confessions of My Life by Veron Lee Campbell

Confession of My Brokenness

I am broken, heavy in heart, yet He comforts me. He says, “Be anxious for nothing ..” I will not be anxious about the road ahead and the inability to meet my basic needs.

He has promised to take me to a land flowing with milk and honey where those who trust in themselves and feel secured in their idols and riches now live. I received this word in July 2015 but didn’t know how it would unfold.

My brokenness will be mended. The broken pieces will be mended with milk and honey in a place filled with abundance but utter darkness if not for His light … a place of spiritual destitution if not for His grace and mercy.

My heart is broken, aching for the pain of humanity, for my patients suffering because they do not know what they don’t know.

Their pangs of pain play on my heartstrings songs of melancholy, of suffering, and intense pain. They long for days that ceased to be and are now shadows of what used to be a memory.

There’s only the numbness caused by administered side effects, one after another. Drifting slowly looking for those who have long ceased to cast a shadow …

… calling out for those who are but shadows of what they used to be. The same one who is your baby or is it your grown daughter, your son or maybe your husband?

In this brokenness scattered with unmistakable blessings I asked, “I am your child, why am I living like a pauper?”

I look around me. A pauper doesn’t have evidence of a fulfilling life, a legacy of arts, crafts, skills, talents for the now and the next generation or does he, does she?

In my brokenness there is determination to break through for myself but not only for myself. I will continue to use my words … my instrument!

I have been blessed to see what makes the 1 percent tick from the inside. I am determined that those who are under the table like dogs panting for the crumbs that fall from the table will also be fed from the source.

The SOURCE will not see the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread. I am determined that there is a better place … a place for me to rise and thrive beyond mere existence.

Driving on fumes can get you so far and no farther. The road is hustling and bustling with activities in all directions. The full tankers whoosh pass in high energies of Zeus, Fun, and Aspiration certain of their destination.

“Come along,” they say. “On my way,” I replied. But the fumes …

… there’s no ignorance of my dilemma. God help ‘some’ of those who help themselves while they help each other.

Where is God? Why am I here? I continue to acknowledge God’s presence while life goes on. I’m convinced that He cares. If He would only give me strength, I would be a perfect being.

My prayer: I’m panting to possess your love. Lord, you did it again and Lord, you are my heartbeat. I’m seeking after your righteousness. I know God can and will ameliorate this heavy burden. He is my God: All in One!

That is the confession of my heart, my life shared from my heart to yours.

More Confessions of My Life

This is a true story, my story. It’s one that is not often told because it’s not easy to be vulnerable. People tend to be judgmental; no one wants to be judged.

Of late I’ve been hearing the words, “broke servant” and identify very well. I believe I’m here to serve and do that wholeheartedly; however, there’s something missing.

Is it natural for a servant to be constantly living from hand to mouth, below one’s potential to thrive? Not necessarily or by no means.

Easter is approaching. It’s the time when we reflect on the ultimate plan of salvation being fulfilled on earth. Jesus, the Son of God, came to earth for the purpose of redemption. This was necessary due to the fall of mankind in the Garden of Eden.

Freewill was put to the test and mankind flunked big time. The truth is, there is no uncertainty about whether we are able to make choices even to our detriment. That’s fair and clear but there’s a price to be paid.

There’s a price to be paid against the law of gravity and everything that goes against nature. It’s based on natural and spiritual laws. We choose to obey or disobey. There is life and death before us. Choose life and live!

The price has been paid by pure innocent blood. Again, we have a choice: accept this freedom or reject it.

Confessions of the Cross of Easter

Many years ago I had this revelation of a cross with a bleeding heart, which flowed red turning white before reaching the ground. People were kneeling and praying in this stream in repentance and received redemption.

What followed from this vision was a table of contents for a book of poems which itself turned into a poem, Confession of My Life.

A poster was produced instead of the book. Over 20 years later a three-part book was published entitled, “Confessions of My Life,” Confessions with an ‘s’; the poem is singular, Confession.

Freedom belongs to kings as well as servants. So back to the story about a servant’s heart …

… As I reflect on Easter, the message is going out every year through sermons, stories, drama, movies, and books. After 27 years of having this vision, 2020 is the time to share Confessions of My Life with the world.

The book is not based on the story of Easter; however, the message in the illustration cannot be ignored.

Here’s my request …


There’s so much more about the story of Easter that is told in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. The story of the Redeemer’s birth, death and resurrection is the thread that runs through the entire Bible from Genesis to Revelation.

There’s also much more to my personal story, a life of ups and downs hardly any different from so many other people throughout the world.

Here’s an opportunity to share my journey as a writer, my voice, my passion, my story … Confessions of My Life.

I hope this story has inspired you in some way. If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to leave them below. I will be more than happy to serve you.

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