Ricochet

free from rewinded counterclockwise,

her mind no longer confines in lies.

the lullabies of misguides dismantled & died.

God handles the cancelled scandals

by the facades in his daughter playing god.

there’s no more carrying scores in ignore.

she sees His decree faithfully for 2018.

she’s awaken by His shaken remaking.

she’s saturated in His maturated restoration.

she’s divinely separated in His path to Kingdom Math.

she says goodbye to the scenes of routines.

she says goodbye to tumbles of troubles.

she says goodbye to the quicksand of two strands.

she says goodbye to the setbacks and attacks.

she ricocheted away from the ballet of yesterday’s.

she ricocheted through the gourmets in crochets.

she ricocheted through the essays of doomsday’s.

she ricocheted to the roadway of the Lord’s Way.

she ricocheted to the prepay of His Payday.

she ricocheted on the expressway of His screenplay.

God scribes the lines of her life in His Light.

the delays in decay’s in the gateway of her dismay,

are no longer stronger in arrows of sorrows.

she ricocheted from oppression to confession.

she ricocheted from the hinderances of this wilderness.

she ricocheted through the downplays of cliches.

she lets it all go for her 2018 glow in God’s Flow.

she lets it all go in the slanders of sadder by madder.

she let go of her liberation in expectations.

2017 was the ricochet to His Way in Today.

Jesus takes away all sinful foul play by

the sting of death that left three days later.

she’s a fighter as a writer by supernatural revival.

God will always be the sorbet in her ricochet.

she’s grateful for the letting go in replayed episodes.

she ricocheted through the walkway of God’s pathway.

she knows what time it is—case dismissed.

love she that scribes lines of poetry.

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Awaken

her King that made

her set free from all internal toxicities.

when she sleeps God comes in her dreams.

the dream the other day, was a weird decay.

she’s thankful God handled all scandals

and cancelled theses wedding shambles.

she breathes in peace and ease faithfully.

there’s a boy that cried wolf who will be shook.

there’s a girl with a world that will crash,

by blinded carnal lies of lullabies.

the clock will strike twelve where the misguides dwell.

there’s a daughter that will explode from this episode.

she sees the unhealthy regimens in routines.

the chaos can be seen clearly and effortlessly.

she’s thankful she’s removed from the groove

of ugly and phony performance treadmills.

the hype of fitness is supernatural deliverance.

the audience of one is lovingly moving on from

cheap thrills and confetti in competitive empty.

the fitness hype is a flipped switch where

she is honestly not interested without staring.

she will see her two thousand eighteen scene,

and the blueprint for months one to three.

her platform is here and she says yes.

she’s happy for humbled beginnings,

because they’re divine saturation

in her separation to supernatural restoration.

she’s no longer attached to the attacks

of her disenchanted handling in scandals.

this wilderness is her deliverance from

fun with no sun generational curses.

she doesn’t have a say who’s the soul she’ll submit

or biblically obey in today, but she knows

God’s face will be shone and glow with godly flow.

she’ll always be in the see of supernatural.

she knows her ribcage will be her heart’s desire

for the path in Kingdom Math.

she knows her ribcage will be Jesus’ Renegade.

she’s awaken not taken aback by setbacks.

she’s awaken no longer shaken standing on God.

she’s stronger without her facades.

she owns her high favor, and in awe that

her King that makes her soul sing loved her this much

to prevent her from feeding worldly broken luck.

prophecy is coming to pass, nothing will last.

she’s committed to the oath of godly growth.

she submitted to the healthy in God’s wealthy.

she knows Jojo* is ready to grow in God’s flow.

she’s excited for Jojo’s ribcage to come.

she’s excited that he’s away from decay’s.

she’s excited that God spared Jojo and her.

she’s excited for the pieces to unfold.

she knows there’s pieces that needs to play out.

God knows where she stands about that man.

God knows she refuses to lose in his quicksand.

she sees God spared her faithfully,

from his rewinded games in the lane of his shame.

she has high intellect that rejects that blatant disrespect.

she’s unapologetic in her high standards kinetic.

she knows her King has her ready rings,

and in his perfect timing two flesh will align.

she knows it’s time for her platform to come alive.

she’s not waiting anymore, and she knows she’s gotta go.

she didn’t want to be in the focused lens

of seeing carnal transitions in religion

of proving a point pretending coming to end.

there’s a daughter that said yes to a facade.

there’s a daughter that said yes to feeding an inner god.

there’s a daughter that overcompensates unloved.

there’s a daughter that accepts disrespect.

there’s a daughter that okays minimal effort.

there’s a daughter that settled being a legal sister.

there’s a daughter that swallows the hallow of afterthought.

there’s a daughter that ignores her gut for worldly luck.

there’s a daughter that clings to stings.

there’s a daughter with a checklist set of rings.

there’s a son that tries after reacting from wandering eyes.

there’s a son operating on being boxed.

there’s a son that loves and trusts money.

there’s a son that’s afraid to be broke again.

there’s a son that needs healing by revealing.

there’s a daughter that needs healing by revealing.

there’s she who is me that’s ready for the next scene.

she who is me says yes to God’s best.

she who is me is happy for her family

of souls God divinely designed

as her present and future company.

she says play God’s next episode.

she says yes to the rhymes that God scribes.

she says yes to being Awaken.

she says yes to everything God has for her.

Let’s go Greater is He who lives in me as she.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy

Christian

what do souls say

about the word religion today?

“I’m not religious.”

“I don’t do church.”

“I’m turned off by all religion.”

she who is me

used to be in this decree blindly.

religion is collision to submission.

religion is permission for division.

religion is a petition for suspicion.

religion is a condition for carnal traditions.

religion is manmade incisions by revisions.

religion is a preexisting addiction.

religion is an excuse to abuse.

religion is a fused ruse.

religion is a decay of delays.

religion is political policies of hypocrisies.

religion prevents the gift of Today.

religion is a dictatorship to not listen in me.

religion rejects the Holy Ghost prospect of we.

religion rejects the Cross of Calvary.

religion is a prison from being Christian.

being Christian is walking by faith not sight.

if religion worked then Jesus wouldn’t of died

to be revived, and come alive

as our Savior three days later—far Greater.

being Christian is the benefit of the doubt

to allow God to lead us from combusted lusts.

being Christian is the benefit of the doubt

to allow God to dismantle the turmoil of our souls.

being Christian is the benefit of the doubt

to allow God to handle the fables in labels.

being Christian is the benefit of the doubt

to allow God to disrupt the lies that misguide.

being Christian is a fellowship with God.

being Christian is a relationship with God.

God is our Heavenly Father who was,

and is to come so we can be undone. (Rev 1:4)

we must allow the final bow from our sorrows,

in no tomorrow, because they’re hallow swallows.

religion is lead by self not the God of Wealth.

healthy is wealthy, like Immanuel God with us.

religion blocks the space of grace to grace.

religion is a decision to ignore the healing

revealing power of Immanuel God with us.

religion stops the transformation over time

by the Holy Trinity that’s called to set all free.

Immanuel God with us humbled himself

to be the bridge and example to this relationship.

religion has no room for this supernatural truth.

Immanuel God with us is love & trust.

love & trust in a relationship not religion w/ God.

she who is me is set free faithfully,

because of the Cross of Calvary.

she picked up the Cross to no longer be lost.

she gladly stands on Kingdom Land,

because Immanuel is worth the cost

in letting go of the drone of known.

Immanuel’s love cancelled her scandals in sin.

she is the her in God’s Stir: he + He + her.

she who is me is set free faithfully,

because of Immanuel God with us.

Immanuel died so she can be revived.

Immanuel died so she can become we,

by letting go of the toxic show of me.

religion is collision to submission.

religion is permission for division.

religion is a petition for suspicion.

religion is a condition for carnal traditions.

religion is manmade incisions by revisions.

religion is a preexisting addiction.

religion is an excuse to abuse.

religion is a fused ruse.

religion is a decay of delays.

religion is political policies of hypocrisies.

religion prevents the gift of Today.

religion is a dictatorship to not listen in me.

religion rejects the Holy Ghost prospect of we.

religion rejects the Cross of Calvary.

religion is a prison from being Christian.

if religion worked then Jesus wouldn’t of died

to be revived, and come alive

as our Savior three days later—far Greater.

she says yes to messes and tests,

because Greater is He who lives in me

than he who’s of the world. (1 John 4:4)

love she that scribes lines of poetry.

Mirror

she who is me is set free

through the gift of Calvary.

so what does that mean

in the streets of this New York scene?

there’s a switch, and a swift

from the delays that decay:

to God’s Way that stays always.

it means souls that’s once lost

picks up the Cross to be bound in Found.

she did that and never looked back.

she fought through her breakthroughs.

she clung to her King and walked through stings.

she refuses to lose in wrong wedding rings.

she’ll remain single without carnal mingle.

she’ll wait for her King that makes her soul sing.

she’s a sinner made His Winner,

because the Holy Trinity is her Holy mirror.

the Holy Trinity is the scissors that deliver.

Greater is He who lives in me who’s she.

(1 John 4:4)

the cut in walkthroughs:

of lust that no longer combusts,

of being blessed not believing in luck,

of the weed of me to fruitful we,

of Jesus Christ being her only identity.

on the insides there’s many lies

that misguide through the lullabies of pride.

she’s in that liquor that quivers,

but the Holy Trinity is her quicker mirror.

she’s in His handle of dismantling scandals.

she glimmers in the pillar of her triggers,

but the Holy Trinity is her restoring mirror.

on the insides there’s dying intensifying

by the cultivated confetti never replacing empty.

but the Holy Trinity sets her free, because

she believes and sees supernaturally.

daily sanctification is abundant salvation,

because the Holy Trinity is a familiar mirror.

there’s a rat race hiding shameful disgrace.

supernaturally the Holy Trinity is the

sharpening disciplinary that revives

in the Light of Jesus Christ to stand and fight.

there’s a landfill of quicksand in carnal spans.

but the Holy Trinity is a repairing mirror.

the beast of carnal yeast fights to be released.

God takes away what’s not made to break

in a stake of fake that shivers and shakes.

God uses pain to show us the lusted combust.

we are ashes and ashes and dust to dust.

me must transform to we for unity.

only He as the potter can say we as clay Obey.

she sees the turmoil of her soul

it’s old not bold, and very cold.

she’s walking through the hues that make her blue.

the saddening is maddening,

and out of control vision not made for His Virtue.

He sees The Holy Trinity as her mirror

of provision in His narrow path

that adds Kingdom Math.

she lost the cost of the patrol in control.

she sees the world swings in surface scenes

by the lean of popularity over His see of purpose.

she’s stressed over everything that stings.

she’s in a fire untouched by the power

in His Midnight Hour:

her deliverance from cultural hinderances.

the hostages of her societal bondages.

she only trusts the Holy Trinity and who He sees.

she only sees who He keeps around her.

her dreams sometimes show a different mirror,

and that path seems like illogical math.

at the end of the day, she chooses His Way.

the Holy Trinity is her hidden figure

that will always be bigger as her mirror.

love she that scribes lines of poetry.

Transfiguration

she chooses not to flee

from the broken scenes of me’s.

she sees that fleeing isn’t key.

the activation to dismantle

the scandal to handle condemnation,

is to replace that space with celebration.

the opposite of break is not to take.

to remain awake, me’s must become we’s.

the transfiguration from discrimination

is say yes to letting go of the cold and old

in me that blinds in rewinded time toxicities.

the transfiguration from alienation

is to pick up the Cross to no longer be lost.

the transfiguration in isolation

is to spark the dark with the Light of Christ.

the transfiguration from divination

is to be the we that sets all souls free faithfully.

the Cross of Calvary is freedom from me.

freedom from me is the narrow path

to unified purpose-filled Kingdom Math.

the transfiguration is choosing sanctifying

after dying and reviving to come alive in Christ.

salvation is the registration to eternity.

eternity is the key for all souls to be free in we.

she sees the potent generational curses

that he + He + her in God’s Stir had to walk

the talk of this deliverance in this wilderness.

God’s way remains and stays always.

God takes away what’s not made to stay.

the saturation in restoration is divine separation.

she pleads the blood of Jesus over His Dome,

for the four souls who He is Greater made home.

she casts out the doubtful spirit.

it’s belligerent and ignorant.

she casts out the indifferent spirit.

it’s a cop-out to opt-out,

when she’s called to be a Light that fights.

she chooses to lift her sword when it’s cold.

she chooses to lift her sword when it’s old.

she pushes to see what she’s called to be.

her feet met the Cross of Calvary

where she died to come alive His Way.

the ungodly in her is removed chokeholds.

His love remains as He breaks every chain.

she chooses to be undone and His Behold.

she chooses to walk the talk of the gospel.

she chooses to breathe the Holy Bible.

she owns her name not her sins.

she owns what’s at stake for His Sake.

she chooses to remain awake.

to remain awake: me’s must become we’s.

the transfiguration from discrimination

is say yes to letting go of the cold and old

in me that blinds in rewinded time toxicities.

the transfiguration from alienation

is to pick up the Cross to no longer be lost.

the transfiguration in isolation

is to spark the dark with the Light of Christ.

the transfiguration from divination

is to be the we that sets all souls free faithfully.

the Cross of Calvary is freedom from me.

freedom from me is the narrow path

to unified purpose-filled Kingdom Math.

the transfiguration is choosing sanctifying

after dying and reviving to come alive in Christ.

salvation is the registration to eternity.

eternity is the key for all souls to be free in we.

she sees what Jesus sees: Love is the key.

Thank you King Jesus for transfiguration

in our daily sanctification by the gift of salvation.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry,

because Greater is He who lives in me

than he who’s of the world. (1 John 4:4)

Youth

I’ve probably came out the womb with the ability to connect to any youth at any age. In high school I mentored girls not that much younger than me, and we hit it off so well. I was intimidated by mentoring them because of my age. At first, the arrangement was a volunteer assistant with Math and English. I can do academia without any intimidation, even if I don’t know the problem or assignment, I’m transparent with my students as we embark on a journey that always leads to the answer together. I connected a long time ago: experience makes education successfully unforgettable for the youth who always walks in truth.

she loves Emmanuel God with us.

she loves cooking.

she loves creating.

she loves writing.

she loves photography.

she loves travel.

she loves history.

she loves reaching.

she breathes in we.

she breathes in love.

she breathes in purpose.

she breathes in deliverance.

she breathes in prayer.

she breathes in supernatural.

she walks in the blueprint of the Holy Bible.

she walks in the footprints of revival.

she owns the lifting of The Cross of Calvary.

she owns her name not her sins.

she owns she’s a part in the whole body.

she owns unity is a community for all humanity.

she owns her bridge to the youth

who always walks in truth with love as her key.

I don’t want to be a reacher by teacher anymore. There’s so many other desires and talents I’m now discovering that I want to explore. Where I am in my life, I cannot move without the hand’s of God blessing the directing of my steps. God has me in this pruning season of waiting, and stillness as He shows me to trust him with things that make no sense. It doesn’t make sense that I’m highly intelligent that’s not afraid to take entrepreneurial risks—yet I’m in this employee role that makes me feel like I have an itch that cannot be scratched. Playing my role and not being able to speak rawly is maturing and humbling, which is completely a God thing.

she trusts the youth,

because they walk in truth.

she sees peace and harmony

in the souls that love in unity.

youth sees the key is we.

we transforms from me

through humility and maturity,

but society hides behind

broken lullabies that divide and blind.

Youth are souls I can always connect to: tiny humans, middle school humans, high school humans, and at my growing grey hair age I can probably connect to the collegian level of humans as well. The biggest key to connection is submission. Submitting me to understand the we is the path in math of harmony and peace. That’s lovely I can make humans of many ages feel safe to soar and grow. Okay great. And it’s also lovely that I’m walking faith based math on this narrow path. Amen that’s all the glorious wonders of God who changed me from the inside out through my oxygen hue of lifting the Cross of Calvary. My King that makes my soul sing showed I can let go of me to walk in the harmony and peace of we. Jesus died so that I can be revived, and thrive as His Light that fights to spark the dark in what’s been lost.

youth is for the peace and harmony

with love as the key to being free,

but culturally there’s peer pressure

to never being better together.

peer pressure is the thorn that blocks

the clock of being reborn to light

what’s not right hiding inside.

to be His Light we must fight

against the plight and strife of me.

me is a toxicity that kills everybody.

she sees her King that made

her quicksand become His Renegade Land.

she sees her King has her

standing in a season she wishes

was a wrapped up reason.

she feels the love from Above from

the tiny feet that makes her heart skip beats.

she owns and knows she’s sometimes cold

from the past that didn’t last.

she sees there’s provision and division.

she sees she can be a reacher by teacher.

she doesn’t want to be this scene anymore.

I love the Holy Bible. I love reading, chewing, and applying the Holy Bible to my life. I’m unashamed in where I stand with God: He leads and I follow. With all that said, I’m tired of my limited season. I’m sure God has his pruning reasons, which I sometimes see but where’s the prosperity already? I’m tired of struggling when I know I have a brain that can make money. Every other hour I can come up with some idea that I’m sure can lead to something fiscally fruitful—if I wasn’t so plugged into being a bridge to the youth who always walks in truth. This feels like a hold up. This feels like a thorn, so if my feelings are correct what’s the hold up God?!

she desires higher as His Lighter,

and fighter in many other hats

that have yet to lift or pay off.

she’s a bridge to

uncompensated,

misunderstood,

frustrated,

& anger.

it makes her sadder

that the other abilities cannot be fiscally seen.

it makes her sadder

there’s souls who aren’t better than her

fiscally reaping what she does underpaid.

what about her being fiscally secure?

what about her being elevated

from this current pitfall she faithfully gives all?

it’s a weathered shelter that isn’t getting better.

when will the struggle in this lion’s den end?

it gets tiring always rising above in love,

and praising in the rain to have faith based trust.

I also connected this is a God thing, which means only God has my answer and I must wait on His moves—the world has nothing I want. I’ve done that journey of phony and it’s truly not worth the lonely. The world will never take away what’s not made to stay, or replace the space of shame and disgrace. Confetti of the world is cold and old, which doesn’t remove the turmoil of our broken souls. Only lifting up the Cross of Calvary sets our souls free effortlessly. The key is trusting the unseen by letting go of the show in me to be in peace, and harmony evolving in we. As God’s she I see that youth always being in truth with love as the key is truly refreshing beauty. Love she that scribes lines of poetry, because Greater is He who lives in me than he who’s of the world. (1 John 4:4)

Singular

she fights to cling to His Sight.

His Sight doesn’t seem right,

and currently doesn’t match prophecy

or so she believes due to the hue of tangibility.

she cannot fathom that man not being

what she seen, or made him to be

due to the hue of tangibility.

she has to be right because of her sight.

she fights in the plight of the steps that man made.

it’s a hiccup she’s tripped up in singular form.

she has to have all the answers according

to prophecy shown and what she knows.

but her King that makes her soul sings

has her in the moment to moment of unknown.

she doesn’t like the path of this faith based math.

I’m in a space of clinging to His grace to grace. I’m in the space of clinging to the attitude of gratitude. I’m in the space of selecting the perspective of floating off the boat by clinging to His hope. I’m in the space of struggling to surrender the disgraces of past mistakes by staying singular form. I’m no longer singing in the wrong, or my solo throng isolating beast song. I realized it’s yeast in a pitfall of distracting falls preventing me from giving God my all. I know I’m called to be His scene, because I’m His she and her created for His Stir.

she feels safe by saying it’s too late.

she feels control in the singular form patrol.

she doesn’t want to let go of what’s known.

she doesn’t want to see she was wrong.

she doesn’t want that man to be different,

or the possibility of him always waiting.

that’s impossible because of the hue of tangibility.

the evidence doesn’t lie and actions are louder.

the case is strong to see toxicity has to be key.

the case should be dismissed.

I realized my brain is wired like a scientific lawyer, which is ironic because I don’t believe in evolution. I believe truths are only found in the Holy Bible. I refuse to even entertain the nonsense that I have genetic evolutionary connection to ancestry tied to a monkey. That’s not in the Bible. I find that completely absurd. I truly do my best to submit to the Holy Spirit when I see I can put my foot in my mouth with this subject. I’m getting older, and I realized I’m passionate about unity, biblical truth, and I love sisterhood. That’s why I fight to be in love always, especially in the most challenging moments. Love is the key to freeing everybody to see picking up the Cross of Calvary is all the security we as humanity will ever need.

the third month of the sixteenth day

she was released from the charter beast of decay’s.

she stood her ground in righteous sounds,

and found pounding in people’s pain was in vain.

she sees to truly be set free, she must believe

and climb that mountain by walking that valley.

to gain God’s way in the gift of Today

she said yes to math of His narrow path.

she said yes to the shelter in divine separation.

she doesn’t regret the results of God’s Prospect.

she doesn’t understand the visions of that man,

but she’s walking through clinging to God’s yes.

Biblically wisdom is addressed as she or her, and God made women she’s and her’s. Women are God’s carefully crafted creation. Women are God’s daughters. God thinks highly of His daughters, therefore God has the highest for His daughters. The higher the blessing the longer the narrow path to His ordained math takes. As a woman, I’m now in the headspace of wanting His way above the shortcuts of my delays, and my fearful attempts that causes messes He later turns into His messages. I’m in the space to be done doing the facade of playing my own limited god. I’m walking through the space of letting go of the throng disgrace of singular form patrolling in limited control.

she sees the broken routines of society.

she’s and her’s are raised to believe

they must achieve marriage as security.

the only security that truly frees us is lifting

the Cross of Calvary to die in self,

and be revived walking in God’s Wealth.

God’s Wealth is righteousness and Holy health.

Holy health is the narrow path to His correct math.

Holy health is walking through the broken weeds

that took away the space of grace to grace,

and created the pale scales blinding us

to combust in lust in the rewinded time of our minds.

she grew up seeing women put a man above all.

she served in a church where fornication was ignored

if the pockets and status of the man benefited the church.

she’s tired of the wiring of brokenness.

she fought and clawed her way to God’s gift

in the deliverance from her hinderances.

she’s unsure about marriage and baby carriages,

because brokenness isn’t what she wants

for her kin.

she wants righteousness for the next generation.

It’s so important for women to understand it’s not about a job or a man. It’s about loving on God, and loving on people around us. That’s ultimate security, and everything else is temporary confetti that will never take away our empty. It’s a drone clone in singular form. Revealing what’s been concealed internally is healing and freeing externally. Sisterhood is very important to the core of who a woman is created to be. Sisterhood is accountability, which is the road to growth and maturity.

there’s this sadness of

how everything played out thus far.

there’s an ugliness she can’t stop seeing.

there’s no joy or excitement about falling in love.

there’s cringing and fear

of doing what she grew up seeing.

there’s unspoken anxiety about screwing up

with the beautiful gift of having children.

there’s so much angst about what’s next.

she just wants her pull out and that’s it.

that’s all she’s in the space for.

it should be over according to her.

she feels like she’s healed from all

so why is the sheltered pitfall still here?

she doesn’t understand why it’s still occurring,

but her purity is secured and that’s important.

her heart is secured in His safe wings

not tripped up in wrong wedding rings that sting.

she cannot do a wrong marriage.

she cannot have premarital sex.

she cannot live with a man that’s not her husband.

she doesn’t know if she can do this walk

purely without remaining in singular form.

being in singular form is a guarantee

to stay pure, and walk the narrow path of God’s math.

she’s so afraid, and just wants to be His Renegade.

There’s a vast difference between sisterhood of the world’s standards, and God ordained sisterhood. Every woman that’s currently in my personal space was a divine encounter of God. I know with conviction they will stay in my life, because those that aren’t meant to be in my space anymore aren’t. I’m truly thankful for that, because I was tired of being shielded and guarded around souls I knew were never truly for me. I was tired of being around dysfunction, and brokenness that was truly harmful for my growing existence. It’s only the grace of God that’s kept me alive all this time. We must be transformed from the deliverance of being singular me. Singular me is toxicity, and absently stagnant in dividing misery. We are truly better together, but the brokenness of the world has so many beautiful souls blinded and lusted in lost. Singular must combust to birth together for unity to breathe completely in humanity. We are a multiple parts community called to be one body for all eternity.

it’s all a lot.

she can’t fathom what’s being seen supernaturally.

it’s so challenging to believe.

it’s so challenging to receive.

it seems impossible to achieve.

she’s fighting to cling to God’s Security.

she’s fighting to have peace in letting go

of her safe space of singular form.

I cannot believe I’ll be 35 in six weeks—I feel like I’m getting old. I never saw much of my future, which was why I thought once upon a time I was going to die young. God still wants me here, and God calls the shots in my life. I don’t know what God has for me or what God will do next, but I do know my security is solely in trusting God above all else—especially my safe space of singular form. I trust God above my fears, and I choose to walkthrough everything that puts me in knots:

that man and whatever is meant to be.

the pending exit date of this sheltered pitfall.

the trusting God won’t allow the wrong people around me ever again.

how to handle the souls that I’m genetically connected to.

how to handle this current education season.

how to handle anything and everything.

I’m learning how to be His godly human.

I choose to kick the puddles and praise in this rain. I know only God makes a way where there seems to be no way. With everything I give God my mind, body, and soul because God is the only one that can securely and purely keep me safe—especially above the drone of my singular form. The Holy Trinity is key to security purely, and being set free.

Thank you Constant One.

Thank you Holy Ghost.

Thank you King Jesus.

Love your daughter, lighter, and fighter.