Harvesting In Crisis Are you in a crisis or are you in a harvest? Your crisis can be somebody's harvest. What you did will expose you. Did you keep the faith set a good foundation? Hard Times are here, They come to expose you. They will tell you the truth, reveal the true you. What will you see in your mirror? Do you see strength or Do you see waste? Will you make it through, last long enough, so you and all you do may gather for the harvest?
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Never Too Much
Never Too Much You can never have too much Patience. Can you? You can never tire of love? Will you? You can never get sick of peace Grow frustrated by it? You can never be too kind. Throw up at the thought of it? Have too much self-control. Can it make you sick? You can never have too much of the good things. and the good things can revive you like a living spring.
No Excuses
No Excuses Are you at the edge trying to get into the healing pool? You have tried to tip over But there remained unmoved. Have angels stired the waters for you to make then holy? But still felt trapped by your circumstance? I am sure you have wondered why you must linger and suffer while everyone else jumps in before you. Did you try rolling over? Try getting closer one inch at a time each day? Or are you stuck with your excuses that block your blessings stops you from making it in? Has time been robbed from you because you hesitate? Do not fear take up your bed and be of good cheer. You will be restored and realigned. You will get back your time.
On Being Saved
On Being Saved I got baptized at nineteen But God is just now saving me. The water that fateful day did not clense me but hard won sorrow like a river washes away the dirt and decay. I stepped on the world stage almost drowned but God pulled me back by my kinky hairs and counted each strand to make sure they were still there. Now I must come correct. I really tried to be perfect, but with each stroke a piece broke and the wood had to be refashioned. Pillaged by too much Arrogance left half dead by the way side I now wear the cloak of humility. Nineteen years, I was wet behind the ears, now I am driven by a burning Holy fire. Disrobed , Transformed, I stand changed by my perfet imperfections.
That Word “Suppose”
That Word "Suppose" Suppose your dreams were made to waste and never saw the light of day? Suppose all you thrived off was the possibility of those dreams? Suppose you did not take some risks what tradgedies would your life consist? Suppose fear held you fast and all your plans left scattered in the past? Suppose you followed your friends towards their dreams until the end and because of this you never did pursue all you were meant to do? Just suppose you took a look at what has been written in your book to change the future it will hold so you can take back control from Suppose and its terrifying fold.
The Value of a Seed
The Value of a Seed Look in my hand, what you see is a seed. This seed I hold though must be freed to live in its potential. This seed, will become a tree that will one day bear fruits and those fruits too will also have seeds - potential trees, if only you can see more than what is before you if only you can see not what is but what could be. Now it is tiny and useless it seems hard and of little significance even. But if you plant and water it, this seed will exceed even your vision of what it can be.
The Coconut
The Coconut Like manna it fell a fruit offered in perfect love fit to feed the multitude sent from above. Living water to quench the driest of throat. It flowed plentifully cracked just so so I may go and get its life essence to relieve the distress of my soul. As the clear, pure, sweet water slide down it left a permanent trail of such comfort that now I can exhale receive many blessings only each sip can unfold.
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