Spread your arms out and hug the air…
Isn’t it lovely to hold onto something that may not be visibly there?
But to hold onto something deeper instead…
Like faith in your heart, versus doubtful thoughts in your head.
Don’t believe the lies that call you foolish.
You really are something special.
You were made with intention, for a purpose, and with love.
You were made to be free within your spirit soaring like a dove.
So white and so spotless,
With no limits to explore,
Made for adventure and always growing,
being made for so much more.
Meditate on this:
I am loving. In order for you to walk in more obedience, you must live. Live completely loved by Me. You seek me even when you feel so far away and when your mind is in dark places. You still search for me. You are never, ever too far gone. I am always a word a way.
I am God, remember?
I am kind.
I am gentle.
I am forgiving.
I am merciful.
I am strong.
I am wise.
I am powerful.
I am Your provider.
I am slow to anger.
I am patient.
I am a teacher.
I am a protector.
I am within you.
I am all around you.
I am love.
Love…the Being and Maker of love itself in person, in action, and in mystery.
Behind the face was a story.
Just like there is a story behind every face.
We often are too caught up within our own lines, that we forget that other stories have darkness and light, much like our own.
We may not realize that even though light is present, sometimes that darkness had too much pain to get over so quickly.
Don’t you ever think about this?
Won’t you ever think about this?
We all feel pain. We have all felt pain.
Doesn’t that matter?
Shouldn’t that matter?
Empathy is powerful.
So is forgiveness.
Can’t we be more mindful, to pay more attention…
to the fragilness of mankind,
to the sensitivity of a moment in time.
How bad, harmful, and hurtful things can break us and linger.
The only way to mend the loss or sting of rejection,
is to spread words of healing from a genuine place of your existence.
Lord, help me to be patient.
Help me to be kind.
Help me to be slow to anger.
Help me to keep no record of wrongs.
Help me to love others and myself the way you do.
Help me to be merciful and graceful.
Help me to hate the bad, and cling to everything that’s good.
And not just the good that this world claims, but Your good.
I ask this in Jesus’ holy name. Amen.
She lived far too long in a world so cold.
Hidden, kept secret, always feeling alone.
She was different, and wild, and burning…
Her heart always giving and yearning…
for something more and something real,
something impossible, so she sat so still.
Though on the surface her fire seemed dim,
she knew what was fading would burn bright again.
Gentleness was what it took,
kindness hidden in a simple look.
She let the love set a spark,
to let light in a place so dark.
She smiled and danced,
and believed again,
that all along the power was within.
She spread her wings, and promised to attempt to fly..
“Ready, Set, Go…” were her last words, as she waved goodbye.
It’s clear as day,
right here on the paper.
You spread words of truth to your neighbor.
But what you forget,
is that the words are meant for you,
But your too blind to follow through.
You write for comfort, joy, and peace,
While forgetting applying is really key.
So go on and keep writing…
But don’t get caught up in the complacency of a still room.
You were meant to be in on the action too.