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.