destined

Dear Daddy,

this man stands 

in my heart,

in my veins,

consumes much

room in my brain

by rain or shine

as the he 

you’ll always say

is the way for me.

Your Stir:

he + He + her.

her is the me

that cannot flee.

these emotions 

are bigger, 

because you 

are the hue

that’s true

and the Creator.

I surrendered and released everything that displeased me. How this man, your son walked, and talked the past two years brought many tears to gear me to see this man permanently flees with the enemy in misery; because of the bondages of fear that death gripped him as a paralyzed hostage. Currently this man, stands in quicksand covered from a woman, in a finished story. All for Your Glory God. This woman was always meant to be this man’s sixth dip in the Jordan River. 

Send Your Power O’ God. 

Thank you God for the covering 

of this man’s anointing dome

he dwells in as you God 

lovingly walk him through the 

talk of the slums of his sins

in such love and sensitivity 

to his hesitancy. 

This pitfall was called to be conquered 

by faithfully surrendering in tender

all to be Your See Godly. 

Thank you God for making it impossible for this woman, to penetrate the connected and protected dome of this man’s covering. The current legal scene, and all acquired meals, sexual seals, traveling deals, and wrong weed seed reels still didn’t make the calculated cheap thrills remove the benediction of the Holy Trinity in the doctoral divinity this man is called to be. The darkness this woman is paralyzed by cannot touch this man, after all this time God says this man is mine. No amount of rewind in time, goofy, or silliness will ever take the sting of the rings that woman will always be as a legalized hit it and quit it misfit. 

this man stands 

in my heart,

in my veins,

consumes much

room in my brain

by rain or shine

as the he 

you’ll always say

is the way for me.

Your Stir:

he + He + her.

her is the me

that cannot flee.

these emotions 

are bigger, 

because you 

are the hue

that’s true

and the Creator.

It was very challenging to see a Christian community: full of the vulgarity of popularity, accumulate a failed duplicate of strands, that stand only in His Kingdom Band as Three Strands. Not the wrong hue of two worldly savage two strand quicksand mix drink beverage.

“Two are better than one; 

because they have a 

good reward for their labour. 

For if they fall, 

the one will lift up his fellow

but woe to him that 

is alone when he falleth; 

for he hath not another 

to help him up. 

Again, if two lie together, 

then they have heat: 

but how can one 

be warm alone? 

And if one prevail 

against him, 

two shall withstand him; 

and a threefold cord 

is not quickly broken.”

‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9-12‬ ‭KJV‬‬

This woman didn’t think highly of this man from the start. This man was a means to an end for her perspective of pretend. This woman felt owned a big reward, and zeroed in on this man at the right time, to leverage a stay in his space no matter what this woman faced, or what was at stake, his vulnerability was the key to never leaving the place she fought hard to dwell in. Before the sixth month of the year two thousand fifteen, this man kept this woman at arms length: when he was in a space of clarity. This woman took advantage of this man’s distracting stress of thinking and sinking loneliness. This man had no time to be still, and slipped into a worldly four month whirlwind that landed at an altar, this man now sees as his down fall to this toxicity. 

Send Your Power O’ God. 

Thank you God for the covering 

of this man’s anointing dome

he dwells in as you God 

lovingly walk him through the 

talk of the slums of his sins

in such love and sensitivity 

to his hesitancy. 

This pitfall was called to be conquered 

by faithfully surrendering in tender

all to be Your See Godly. 

This man was held to no godly accountability, in a community that truly didn’t want to lose his deep pockets, so the space of ungodly disgrace turned a blind eye to this man’s pride and lies he hides inside. Even though, all this man truly wanted was to grow in God. So many humans that don’t belong in this man’s space, were at the time in his ears playing god, on how this man should walk now. 

The talk was pressing play in the decay of pretend, when this man truly wanted godly guidance and biblical alliance. Like me, he secretly wanted to be set free but desperately needed tangibility. Tangibility is actually stagnancy, and absently sleepwalking as a conformed broken societal norm: in the world boldly not coldly. Culturally this man stands in a community full of lukewarm Christianity in a division with no unity that caused this man to flee with the enemy, and current legal company in quicksand. 

Daddy it was hard for me to be blocked from helping this man. God you showed me this storm the moment I laid eyes on him, the tenth month of the year two thousand thirteen, which is far before this woman ever meet or weaseled herself in his space as the broken ungodly disgrace. In the tenth month of the year two thousand thirteen, you told me Daddy that you had a plan for this rushing whirlwind quicksand your son was destined to land in. 

Regardless of keeping me informed, it was still disheartening to see this was the only way, for this man to be reborn and set free biblically. This woman was always destined, and designed to be this man’s sixth dip in the Jordan River: to never look back at the world, by the circumstances of this hissed dissed poisonous legalized kiss of death. This woman who’s truly bitter he’s no longer in the same space of stench wrenching deface. This woman refuses to leave. This woman chooses to deliberately bleed in broken need. You have this man, that woman, and the deceitful humans in his space. Thank you for moving and working. In Jesus name, I pray today amen.

Send Your Power O’ God. 

Thank you God for the covering 

of this man’s anointing dome

he dwells in as you God 

lovingly walk him through the 

talk of the slums of his sins

in such love and sensitivity 

to his hesitancy. 

This pitfall was called to be conquered 

by faithfully surrendering in tender

all to be Your See Godly. 

Thank you King 

for having the final say.

Every knee shall bow

and every tongue shall confess

that Jesus Christ is Lord.

Thank you Jesus.

“That at the name of Jesus 

every knee should bow, 

of things in heaven, 

and things in earth, 

and things under the earth;”

‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2:10‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I love you King.

Love your daughter.

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