Wait Now wait. Wait, wait the livelong day, the steps may be shorter here and you may fall. you may be tired but wait. it's hard when the way is cloudy and everything seems in vain, wait. The waiting is hard but wait. You move premature grab at straws, fall, into detours that make you obscure. Wait, and while you wait, pray.
Category: self-care
Convicted
Convicted I feel disturbed. No perturbed. And cannot get no peace. Even in this moment I seek some relief. I know I am not forsaken but somehow... but this bile rising cannot be mistaken for the bickle I had partaken. No. I feel the burden weighed down with guilt pricked in the heart I dear not fall asleep. Instead I must go forth to change this thing take out the sting so I can be forgiven.
In My Weakness
I felt the stab sharper than the sword that knows no limit the sword of the Spirit. I am weak! I cried and fell to my knees. Sufficient He is so here I will rest awhile, while He carries me. A burden too great for anybody else. I will lay here on this table here so while He puts me back together again removes the thorn tormenting me. What if I cried into laughing knowing there is power in my weakness?
Children of the Day
Children of the Day For you are all children of light children of the day you cannot be swayed by what they have to say. Though they revel in your temporary dismay you are not delayed unjustly, but the evil ways they choose will lead them astray. Within you no dark places no unbroken spaces to let the darkness in. So shine in every corner your light that sustains the beauty of the day.
Every Blooming Thing.
Every Blooming Thing. Every blooming thing is a treasure and all must grow and thrive nothing must be left below they must sway and dance day and night. Every blooming thing has beauty natural and not contrived spreading wide enough to gather all the bouncing shining lights. Every blooming thing must produce their talents must be used to give love and life and so be profuse. Every blooming thing must live so all their talents they can give to those weary beaten broken souls who need their fragrance to forgive!
Battle scars
Battle Scars Your battle scars say who you are. Have none? Then you have not learned a thing worth learning. Or perhaps, you try to hide them. Ashamed with a sense of disgrace that you were bested. Fear not, though your scars are alot they are your testimonies that you survived, they anoint your flesh reminding you of the tests that have made you your best in a world where sorrow obscures many a tomorrows. So wear them proudly, They your purple hearts.
Tear Down Those Idols
Tear Down Those Idols Whom do you love and give your time to your life to and to it give your peace? Whom do you listen to allow to lead you access you and when frightened, entreats? Whom do you trust above the ones you love and take the time to lose your time to? Whom do you shadow make promises to and whom pray tell do your very soul pursues? Pursue beauty pursue you pursue what God says is true. There is greatness poured into the grey to bring forth the colours that lies said were untrue of you.
