I wear my battle scars like a fat suit. The only way I can shed the weight is by starvation.
I know it’s a season but it seems like the season has forgotten it was only that.
I think it’s funny how when things don’t go our way and people don’t act how we want, we choose to see them in our emotion rather than for who they have always been and are. I’m not talking about strangers but people you’ve known and are close to. You’d rather paint them as the bad one then self-reflect and see another view point. Having multiple view points and experiences help to grow and mature ones thinking but limited vision could eventually lead to blindness.
When someone may act off for their usual self I tend to wonder what’s going on with them. There actions may affect me but the concern is what’s really going on with them. Take time to come out of yourself and see that the world d...
When looking through my peephole I only see one perspective. But on the other side my view is full range.
Only the persecuted understand persecution. Those persecuting are blind to the feelings and thoughts of those they persecute. They’re stricken with power and force their will blindly in the name of justice.
Taking away my voice so that you can only hear yours, will leave you sitting amongst fools. Don’t fear me, I can do nothing to you. Fear the Lord, for WE ALL shall reap what we sow.
You can’t take my freedom because you didn’t give it. My freedom is in my soul. This body is only a temporary housing.
I Pray for all things and move according to His direction not yours. Being mindful of His will on my life is the key to my freedom.
Knocked down by life she had no choice but to fight back. She chose her words carefully as she prayed.
Everything vies for your attention: school, work, family, friends, responsibilities. But if you don't give yourself enough attention: rest, water, nourishment, exercise and down time you'll find yourself used up and overwhelmed. Remember to take time at the beginning of your day because others will quickly fill the rest of it up for you.
This is what I’m learning!
Test after test after test, challenge after challenge after challenge. No breaks no air just weight......breaking
Waiting for a lift....
Most of my life I’ve been waiting. Waiting like now for a lift, waiting for others, or waiting for something. Patiently I’d wait, always patiently. I’ve gotten so accustomed to it I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing. In life I’m not in a rush, but shouldn’t something’s be hurried. Like my money, I’d like for that to be hurried. But no I wait. They’re late as usual so I read or let my thoughts wonder. Actually this time waiting allows me to clear my head. Drifting from thought to thought and dream to dream. Sometimes I even chuckle at the little sayings I come up with for imaginary conversations I’ll never have. Some might find me weird but I don’t stir the p...
I barely missed hitting him as he fell into the crosswalk looking backwards. I put my flashers on and got out. He grunted hitting the lights, signaling to turn them off. Are you ok? He nodded his head up and down but winced loudly as he rose up. He held me tightly as I helped him into the car. Once in he hit the locks and pointed forward whimpering. That’s when I saw it coming.
No rest for the weary, no sleep for the tired. The vivid dreams I grasp at are gone before I can realize them.
Unpolished dented and fraying. Pushed into a corner collecting dust. Waiting for someone to remember it’s value.
I missed the bus today....
I missed the bus today. I could say it was an accident but I don’t believe in such things. I know that all things are purposed. So I wonder what this trek will bring. As I stand here waiting for the next bus I have twenty minutes to wait. As I pull out my book to read an elderly lady joins me. We say hello and as I start to dive in, she starts talking. She tells me about her grandkids and how she’s on her way to go visit one now who’s sick. I tell her I’m sorry to hear that but I’ll keep her in prayer. She says thank you and as we finish up our conversation the bus arrives. She takes the last seat upfront as I continue to the middle.
That’s my five minutes for th...
Today is going well. I woke up on a good note. Got some writing in before I even got out of bed, had a nice cup of Strawberry and Apple tea, chatted via text with my bro, read my daily devotional and then proceeded to get ready for work. I have a spring in my step today. Thanks be to God for thisTruly Blessed day!
She was like a viper stabbing me with its venom, deeply penetrating my subconsciousness. No compassion. Ready to immobilize and devour me with her words. Self-righteousness swelling like a dam ready to burst. Not knowing the brittleness of her own fangs would eventually lead to her death.