5Ps

she gets it, so check this:

she sees her 5P’s faithfully.

pruning—is the fine tuning

to remove the scales that habitually prevail.

pursuing—is the math in God’s narrow path

and the deliverance in cultural hinderances.

presenting—is saying yes to the Holy Spirit

by giving permission to daily submission.

preparing—is being trusted with prophecy

coming to pass and walking through what

won’t last by praising in the rain for His gain.

purity—is being free from lustful sexuality

that makes souls think and sink

instead of floating in hope off the boat

by keeping our eyes on the Light of Christ.

the stillness of our wilderness is not in vain.

the world pushes for doubt and insane.

5 is a whole hand of armor that withstands

the quicksand in the hiccups of the world.

she made a vow and protected her 5P’s

almost four years ago. feels like she’s back

at a reset by her Hero the world made a zero.

leaping in the Go of God’s Flow protects

the Kingdom of His edifying episodes.

there’s one race: human—we’re all connected.

the Bible says we are multiple parts—one body.

(1 Corinthians 12:12.)

when one soul says no, it affects His order.

God is a God of order. (1 Corinthians 14.)

she’s unapologetic in her supernatural kinetics.

if souls aren’t pierced then how is God fierce?

there’s protection in God’s correction

for the purpose of His divine direction.

the world’s perspective on love

and leadership is ineffective and offensive.

the world says break and take in a stake

of fake operating in the facades of the mind

rewinding time where souls find broken why’s.

pre-marital sex is a disrespectful mess

that numbs the soul to accept rushed crumbs

instead of being aggressive to protect our temple.

(1 Corinthians 6.)

the facade of the mind is a limited god.

the world heightens the lies of insecurities,

but the Bible says walk in integrity.

(Proverbs 28:6.)

the world says chase the race of money,

but the Bible says there’s only one Master.

(Matthew 6:24.)

the world says focus on ‘you,’

but the Bible says go back for the lost sheep.

(Luke 15.)

the world says anything is possible,

but the Bible says only with God all is possible.

(Matthew 19:26.)

the world says steal and destroy,

but the Bible says victory is found in

picking up the Cross of Calvary in love+unity.

(2 Corinthians 4:7-12; Genesis 50:20.)

there’s freedom in the way God sees.

the human soul must renew the mind.

(Romans 12:1-2.)

love will always be the key for all souls

to be set free faithfully in harmony.

God is Love found bound from Above

who broke the chains all in vain

by walking the talking of praising in the rain.

His name is Emmanuel God with us.

the stillness in our wilderness will always lead

to receive deliverance in believing faith

not the plight and strife of tangible sight.

(2 Corinthians 5:7.)

she sees her 5P’s faithfully.

pruning—is the fine tuning

to remove the scales that habitually prevail.

pursuing—is the math in God’s narrow path

and the deliverance in cultural hinderances.

presenting—is saying yes to the Holy Spirit

by giving permission to daily submission.

preparing—is being trusted with prophecy

coming to pass and walking through what

won’t last by praising in the rain for His gain.

purity—is being free from lustful sexuality

that makes souls think and sink

instead of floating in hope off the boat

by keeping our eyes on the Light of Christ.

the stillness of our wilderness is not in vain.

the world pushes for doubt and insane.

5 is a whole hand of armor that withstands

the quicksand in the hiccups of the world.

she made a vow and protected her 5P’s

almost four years ago. feels like she’s back

at a reset by her Hero the world made a zero.

her melody is seeing all souls free.

she sings for her King for souls to see.

her in tune zoom is God’s boom.

her Stir is His he + He + her.

three strands will always withstand

the tests of time. (Ecclesiastes 4.)

her allegiance is His obedience.

her leadership is His deliverance

in the flow of meek and low.

(Proverbs 19:16.)

she lets it all go, especially her ‘me’ zone.

pride is a lie that had to die,

because it played the tune of I.

there’s no we in that toxicity.

her passion and purpose is revival

not survival, because her stone heart is flesh.

(Ezekiel 36:26.)

forgiveness is what she sets her heart on.

compassion is the beat to her flaming heat.

grace is the space she’ll always face.

love is the key to her always seeing godly.

she gets it, so checkmate—it’s never too late.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

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immune

when feet meet defeat,

her King steps in with His Wings.

(Psalms 91.)

when her heart races,

her King takes her hand

to withstand as the Great I Am.

(Exodus 3:14.)

the greatest supernatural protection

is tangible rejection by the Creator

who’s Maker, and far Greater above all.

humanity is called to flee from me

and evolve in the unity of we lovingly.

the Bible sets her free

from the lies of the word anxiety,

but sometimes it’s hard to see

casting all fears unto He completely.

(1 Peter 5:7.)

God’s closed doors is what’s best for her soul.

Yesterday was a pretty amazing day. Starting off with a pleasantly surprised cancelled meeting, followed by my discovery I’m still in love with Brooklyn, NY!! I spent the day with my Jojo* wandering the historical streets of Dumbo, Brooklyn. Historical landmarks take my breath away, where I sometimes wish I can go back in time to see original form. Original form is a common theme that God has been showing me lately, as well as ‘come to pass,’ and ‘two full years.’

her King makes her soul sing,

because He healed all concealed stings.

a twenty year piercing had her repetitive

in overcompensating cheering by swallowing

the hallow misguide of her lies fearing

everything except what’s best for her soul.

many words have made her grow cold.

she’s bold in saying something with nothing.

she’s immune to the tunes of tycoons.

she’s immune to the stages of honeymoon,

for she sees this hiss as a cartoon diss.

a kiss of death that takes one’s breath

is a controlled patrol of a one man show.

many actions have caused her pause

in hopeful romantic first last chances.

I did one of my bible studies yesterday, and amazing God was leading me to reflect on my very own ‘full two years.’ I meditated on Genesis 41:1, because it pierced me the most. I’m a very different woman of God than I was two years ago. I’ve been blessed with so many physical, emotional, and spiritual evolution that my heart is thankful for what I know today. This two year journey has had many challenges, however I see the hands of God over my life, and what I saw was strife propelled me Higher in the Light of Jesus Christ.

she’s immune to the words, “I miss you.”

her curfew is a virtue to know what’s truths.

every time she walks through the talks

of God’s revelations her clan reaches out.

she uses discernment and wisdom

since being blessed with no stress

by separating divinely in peace of her mind.

away from the harmful spaces of souls

that grew her immune heart cold.

her King that makes her soul sing

used a sordid scale that made her grow pale

in pain that is no longer in vain as God’s gain.

she doesn’t believe the supernatural scenes

of camouflage staging to increase digit releasing.

it’s easier to freeze faith in the unseen,

because of the hue tangibility being the blues.

Back then, it was hard to see from the

clogged realities that felt suffocatingly empty.

two years ago her circle was different,

her place of worship was different,

her residence was different,

and her place of employment was different.

who remained constant in the many transformations

she’s encountered is God, and Jojo*

I remember silently praying for what I have today, (two years ago come this Wednesday.) I prayed for a space to feel safe. I prayed for God to make it very clear who belongs in my space by removing everyone who isn’t for me. I prayed for God to bless me with a new place of aligned-to-the-Bible worship, and leadership that’s sensitive to the Holy Spirit. I prayed for a job where I’m walking purpose that prepares me for my ultimate edifying passions. As I scribe these lines, I have to understand God is truly with me. He delivered me from every stressor that I pushed myself to be immune to. I may not like how God answered my prayers, or how long He took to answer, but I cannot deny that God indeed honored my prayers. I’m thankful that I walk in the confidence of God only. I’m thankful that humility is growing my spiritual maturity. I’m thankful that the Holy Trinity is Greater is He who lives in me, than he who’s of the world holds all my keys faithfully. (1 John 4:4.) When we push for Higher, we walk the fires of the world intumescent by the Holy Spirit completely unscathed. (Daniel 3.) Thank you King Jesus for being exactly what the Bible tells me.

she’s committed to His deliverance

in her oath to godly growth.

she’s thankful for the peace

that makes her breathe with ease

surpassing all understanding,

where she boldly not coldly walk in today.

(Philippians 4.)

she’s thankful to cast all cares unto God,

because He will always be bigger

than the trigger of her rewinded mind facades.

she’s thankful for ongoing healing from immune.

she’s thankful for her greatest advocate: time.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy

277

when will this end…

how will this end…

faithfulness doesn’t feel like deliverance

from this tangible place that’s a sad space.

277 is a reality check in an emotional mess.

it’s a count up that makes her want to give up.

the numbers feels like going under.

the sounds of drowning are suffocating.

the numbers are the sucker punch to shut up.

freedom came with a cost

of feet meeting walking like Jesus.

she doesn’t want to fight,

because it feels like a lie.

she doesn’t like that her ego died.

she clings to biblical truth,

to fight to not choke in her limited aloof.

she wants to believe others are free,

and covered in a way she isn’t meant to be.

she wants a space of safety.

a space to edify as Jesus’ light.

a space of creativity.

a space to breathe and be.

a space away from her current decay’s.

277 made her thick in sinking thinking.

floating in hope off the boat is now a joke.

no one is asked to walk what she said yes to.

she doesn’t know how to feel,

because there’s been so much done:

in the past that didn’t last supernaturally.

tangibly, she replays the days she makes stay:

so she’ll never be hopeful in the souls that are hurtful.

so she’ll never trust in the souls that were cold.

the messages from God are unfair.

abuse of words has her wanting to be closed.

closed to love.

closed to marriage.

closed to baby carriages.

closed to second chances.

closed to believing she’ll be delivered

from the 277 reasons God has her

in this challenging wilderness season.

277 is a reality check in an emotional mess.

it’s hard to believe there’s more than 277,

when all she ever walked was overcoming pain

with godly gain, and liars who are silencers.

she’s tired of forgiving and rising above.

there’s no love in this worldly chosen coven.

there’s frustration with 277.

how did Jesus say, “it is finished?”

(John 19:30.)

how did Jesus trust God while dying unjustly?

how did Jesus walk innocent,

and full of life into a death of framed guilt?

what’s she supposed to do with these tests?

what’s she supposed to do with information

that has nothing to do with what she wants?

love doesn’t exist for her anymore.

redeem without her in his scene.

that stir has to be a made-up blur

to never occur, and she wants 277 to stop counting up.

she wants 277 to be a delivered hinderance.

she wants others testimonies not this scene.

she refuses to scribe specific lines

of a broken lullaby, because she said goodbye.

she’s desperate for:

277 resolved and her passions to edify.

this is her okay in His Obey.

she can’t see past this moment.

all she can do is trust His Virtue.

why is 277 still here if she obeys?

she doesn’t want to settle,

but God isn’t showing her anything.

God won’t show her the answer she needs.

she’s doing this God’s way.

this is a God thing, but what’s God doing?

why can’t 277 be a wrap up soon?

God’s up is her down.

God’s smile is her frown.

God’s shapeless is her round.

God’s opposites are gut-wrenching

in this 277 up-counting wedging.

she can’t do anymore.

God must move her limited score.

it seems easier as a freezer.

she’s freer after this confession.

she waiting for His intercession.

she clings to His Wings to sing:

it is well within her soul.

her stone heart is becoming flesh

from 277’s reality check

as an emotional mess. (Ezekiel 36:26.)

what’s done in the dark comes to light.

(Luke 8:17.)

despite her strife she decides to fight.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

MOTIVES

they knew her soul was a pass through,

but thought they couldn’t be caught

on the silent talk of their MOTIVES too.

this limited comprehension was a countdown

curfew God used with biblical intentional views.

this lengthy season was a purposeful reason.

there’s a supernatural purpose with

God’s Wilderness, which is deliverance in impure.

the impure MOTIVES were tallied in the voting.

the impure section selected

was always detected and defective.

since day one, the emotional posting

in working her soul’s explosives

never went far or unnoticed.

God handled and canceled in this season

what didn’t edify His reasons why.

God deliberately allowed this land

of His covered quicksand in the lane

that felt delayed, decayed, and insane.

the sin looked like wins by human’s lens.

that view will never be God’s Holy virtues.

her souls MOTIVES are on full display today.

God takes away what’s not made to stay,

because Greater is He who lives in me

than he who’s of the world.

(1 John 4.)

saying yes to the Holy Trinity has no take-backs.

saying yes to the Holy Trinity means setbacks

are set-ups that propel us into His purpose.

saying yes to the Holy Trinity means

leaning on our own understanding is limited.

saying yes to the Holy Trinity means

deliverance in hinderances like impure.

her soul said yes to the Holy Trinity

before her feet met her current scene.

her impure was a record or score ignored.

playing dumb wasn’t the conundrum to be undone.

that swing was a known sting to get her rings.

ignoring awareness hasn’t been effective.

Saturday her eyes opened in unspoken moments,

where overcompensation soaking in joking

was the chosen scene but now a frozen lean.

the fiscal scene is a surrendered theme.

the broken lies are not stolen guides

to reap in this heap of unhealthy lullabies.

her soul ties are slowly dying not magnifying.

this is a controlled show where

many know the patrol of their roles.

God owns these moment to moment.

God’s MOTIVES are purely edifying.

Surrender will always be better.

Monday was a competence in this revelation sequence.

Today she that’s me says okay to being His Lampshade.

(Luke 11.)

Today she that’s me says

forgiveness is deliverance. (John 8.)

Today she that’s me rejoices in knowing God’s Voice.

Today as always will be the choice in being free

by choosing to lose the world boldly not coldly.

Today she that’s me sees all

in the called conquering of pitfalls.

Today her humility is maturity for unity.

Today she that’s me chooses to armor in God.

Today she that’s me chooses awaken not shaken.

Today she that’s me chooses

her breastplate of faith with love.

Today she that’s me chooses her helmet of salvation.

(Ephesians 6.)

Today she that’s me chooses to breathe with ease

in God’s peace that surpasses all understanding.

(Philippians 4.)

Today she that’s me owns living in His Wings for eternity.

(Psalms 91.)

Today she that’s me is unapologetic in supernatural.

Today she that’s me is unapologetic in His purpose.

the course of God’s Way remains as her domain.

she that’s me says bring it on,

for she knows who crowns

the year with all fruitful goodness.

(Psalm 65.)

she that’s me sits and waits

for God is in the midst of her

she shall not be moved. (Psalm 46.)

she that’s me says yes to the testing

of her heart’s MOTIVES as His story

of going from glory to glory.

she that’s me is called to be

His scene to set souls free lovingly.

she that’s me says yes to scribing

God’s lines so lives can find His reason why.

she that’s me knows and owns

being a writer, fighter, and Jesus’ Lighter.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

Escape

there’s no escape.

she can’t evacuate.

there’s a hesitate everyday,

that escalated her suffocating.

God invaded her parade,

to walk her through the breakthroughs of:

afraid,

it’s too late,

decay,

dismay,

delay,

disobey,

insane,

disgrace,

erase…

her list is a gift in the switch of Today.

she’s unafraid of God’s narrow way.

God cannot take away what’s not made to stay

until she’s okay to walk in mistake without replacement.

replacement is complacent.

complacent is short-cuts from giving up me.

me is a scale that breaks us to combust.

combust is the conformity in what the world sees.

new mercies every morning are spaces

of grace to grace.

she’s facing the decisions of her wrong race.

she behaves in complain, and is amazed

at His invading embrace that cannot be explained.

He took her pain and turned it to godly gain.

He took her tears and shifted her from fear.

she’s stronger in the setbacks of satanic attacks,

because her King healed her wounded stings.

revival can’t happen without death.

awaken can’t happen without shaken.

peaks can’t happen without valleys.

progress can’t happen without struggle.

success can’t be appreciated without failure.

wealth can’t be appreciated without rock bottom.

healthy can’t be appreciated without divine separation.

be okay with needing an indefinite break,

from the stakes of fakes that’s not God’s domain.

maturity can’t happen without humility.

unity can’t happen without becoming we.

we can be seen by letting go of the drone me.

there’s no escape.

she can’t evacuate.

there’s a hesitate everyday,

that escalated her suffocating.

God invaded her parade,

to walk her through the breakthroughs of:

afraid,

it’s too late,

decay,

dismay,

delay,

disobey,

insane,

disgrace,

erase…

her list is a gift in the switch of Today.

she’s unafraid of God’s narrow way.

she’s walking His talking His Way not hers.

she’s committed to the oath of godly growth.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

Higher

she’s learning that the pruning process

wasn’t the hot message she created it to be.

she finally sees the blessings and protection

from the defective perception of settling.

her King that makes her soul sing

pushed her to see she desires Higher

as standing tall conquering all pitfalls.

she desires to be a lighter of Jesus Christ

by being a lampshade walking as His Renegade. (Luke 11)

The past week has been mind blowing and such a blessing. God has walked me through healing from wounds I thought I pushed myself to forget, because I truly believed that I was going to die with those weeds—what a sad and broken live-feed. I now see, that I had a stipulation on the meaning of being set free. I now see, that I excluded myself completely, because I once thought that could never happen for me: “too much happened, and too much time passed—“ that was my blinding logic before being blessed with new mercies that truly set me free.

she’s finally ready to be steady in today.

she lets go of all toxic shows in yesterday.

she doesn’t know how her swing will go,

but she goes in God’s pendulum flow.

the contour in her detour was a broken score.

her highlights were strife plights in hidden nights.

her finished set was a mess that God turned

into His supernatural walking tangible message.

she had a lot of broken ideologies,

that blinded her greatly from fully seeing.

she leaves her visions in His hands.

she trusts in His perfect aligned timing.

she’ll wait to see what’s coming faithfully.

My church blessed me with two amazing sermons last night. The biggest take away was when my senior pastor at Hillsong NYC said, “It’s amazing what God will add to your life when you start subtracting.” I’ve removed myself from a lot of situations, and people I felt in my gut were distracting me from breakthroughs. I’m not in the most ideal situation, but this is the safest I’ve ever felt. I can breathe and be. I never felt this level of peace in my life. I want to hold onto this healthy oath to God’s Growth forever. I truly don’t know how to stay in this space in the event I ever have to face souls I’ve made in my head I’ll never see again. The great news is I don’t have to know. I don’t have to be worried. Crysta doesn’t have this. God does. I don’t know what God will do, because I’m not God. I’m not the author of my life. God is the ultimate deciding factor in any direction or decision I will ever make. All I know is that I stand on biblical truths, and I know who crowns this year in goodness. (Psalm 65) I know I’m loved and forgiven, the book of John reminds me of that. I know that God rejoices in me repenting in his correction, but truly beams at me being the path for souls that can’t see.

she chooses to walk in peace.

she chooses to own free.

she chooses to say yes to unity.

she chooses to forgive.

she chooses to be in love.

she chooses to walk in grace.

she chooses mercy and compassion.

she chooses to see souls as blank slates

His way not her way in Today always.

she chooses to look Higher as His lighter.

After surviving the last nine months [according to me, because that’s what I see, but] my King that makes my soul sing, revived what died so I can thrive. I know that I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for these past nine months. I truly understand God has only the best for me. During what feels like spiritual preparation for His abundant pending birth through this divine separation, I realize there has been an awakening that cannot be shaken. There’s a supernatural clarity in my vision that no one can distract me from. I would like to see if I’ll be unapologetically free in His Great Name near souls that don’t believe. Even souls that didn’t believe me—if that’s God’s will to encounter again then I say: I pray I’m prepared to be His image not my own. I realize the eyes that need to only be alive is Jesus Christ. Crysta’s eyes need to shift to His gift of Higher as a Lighter and lampshade to be His Renegade. (Luke 11)

she lets go of the Crysta singular show,

she knows it’s time for that weed to stop

the clock of rewinded time in her mind.

it’s a bleed that’s unnecessarily scary.

she sees that her toxicity of me blinked her sink from we.

she sees thinking leaves no room for God’s boom.

she sees that she needs to be one in the body.

love makes her one in the body.

forgiveness makes her one in the body.

grace makes her one in the body.

compassion makes her one in the body.

she decides to die so He can soar Higher

with her being His stir, fighter, and lighter.

I’m done doing Crysta. I realize I don’t want to be anything other than what God has created me to be. I’m focused on Higher as being God’s lighter—no matter what. I’m thankful that I’ve made the decision to embody the Bible almost four years ago during my rededication. I practice to pray without ceasing. (1 Thessalonians 5) I fight to love like Jesus, and challenge myself to rise Higher as his lighter in moments that it’s hardest. I know I don’t always succeed, but thank God for his new mercies every morning. I try to remember to put on my breastplate of faith and love, as well as my helmet of salvation everyday, (Ephesians 6) but I don’t always remember to put on the armor of God—that’s okay. Thank God that Greater is He who lives in me, than he who’s of the world— (1 John 4) loves me unconditionally. Thank you Holy Trinity. Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

Provision

she said: flip it give up,

it’s not pursue blessings

it’s make your own luck,

because life is strife plights and sucks.

But He dismantled her god-facades

to get her to see she needed total freeing.

she couldn’t believe what her King

that makes her soul sing pushed her to see.

the provision in her vision is a decision

of self-inflection harming incisions.

Yesterday was a really hard day. I felt like a piece of charcoal rock under the hottest indescribable pressure surrounded by heat that puts lava to shame. I thought I was going to snap at someone, because someone was going to say the wrong thing to me so that I can be ready to pop-off and be out. I was feeding the wrong thoughts, getting lost, and growing dark; but thankfully my King used my stings for his glory—because I’m called to conquer my pitfalls in the yes to God giving my all. I will always be God’s prophetic story.

she was on a mission without His permission.

yesterday is the same way as today,

according to her who rejects His Stir:

he + He + her is a complete blur.

she doesn’t buy that lullaby so say goodbye.

God is saying: not so fast, prophecy comes to pass.

It hurt enough yesterday to realize I have no peace with how my life is. I have all these growing and burning passions that aren’t being executed. Pretending to have peace is not true peace. I’m currently in a temporary season of long term residency that’s driving me crazy—or so I thought up until about an hour ago, when I woke up, and was talking to God.

Me: what the heck am I not getting God? what do I need to see that is severely blinding me? what do I have to let go of that is still within me?

God: anger.

Before walking yesterday, I would’ve been shocked at God’s response. I’m not anymore, I’ve finally allowed God to dismantle the scale that made me grow wild as his lost child. I responded to God how I know he’s been desiring me to respond below. I also made a decision yesterday to be mentally fit, not just eating healthy, being physically fit, or practicing biblical daily habits—none of this matters if I didn’t make the decision for God to teach me the provisions in his vision. I finally understand I have a lot of hurt, and anger but only God can walk me through these truths. I say yes to his way, and stepping to the side to completely get out of his hair, so he can do the reconstruction to my cold soul. Thank you God for this opportunity, in Jesus name amen.

Me: then do what you must to make sure I give that up. make me walk through whatever I need to, to get to where I’m called to be. make me see what I need to see so I can be healthy.

I realized that in this current season God is doing that. God is making sure I’m healthy at 100% I’m severely afraid of commitment—or so I thought. I had to be still to reflect I’m not afraid of committing to Jesus. Whatever Jesus needs me to walkthrough I will without hesitation. Jesus tells me to jump, I always say how high. Jesus tells me to step to the left, I always say how many inches. Jesus tells me to be still, I say what will this stillness birth? What provision in your vision do I need to learn or protect? Your will not my own Jesus. I really needed to understand my chokehold fear to commitment has been dismantled since April 4th 2014 when I rededicated my life back to Jesus Christ. Through Christ we can do all things. (Philippians 4) That chain has been broken for almost four years, but the provision in that vision has not been owned until now. I choose to own that I’m free from the fear of commitment. Thank you Lord.

she understands, and accepts her offices.

the year is crowned in his abundant goodness.

(Psalms 65)

she humbly sees the purpose of her journey.

humility is for unity faithfully in harmony.

there’s no harmony in challenging authority.

there’s no elevation in hesitation.

there’s no maximum in minimum.

there’s no yes in maybe steps.

there’s no go in saying no to the grow,

and glow in owning God’s Flow.

Being all in with Jesus is a huge accomplishment, and I downsized this milestone because of the encyclopedia of mental expectations that feel endless. I had a breaking point yesterday where I saw God supernaturally step in to handle my determination to be done. God let me live on how He, (not me) wrapped up my previous employment. I thought the delusion that I was in control on how I left that unhealthy environment. (🤦🏽‍♀️ I’m so ridiculous.) yesterday showed me God uses my broken way of thinking last year for yesterday. Thank God that Greater is He who lives in me….(1 John 4) shuts down she who is me, because I need to be. I’m a lot, sometimes I see God using Jojo* to get me to repeat the idiosyncratic nonsense that comes out of my mouth. That’s why I don’t like talking to her, lol. She pops my bubbles of troubles everyday. No wonder I used to like oppression, because hearing my nonsense by myself dulls me to be stuck in toxicity—the brokenness! Thank God for healing.

she saw her heart thaw.

she sees God runs this,

not her tantrums and hisses,

or her rolodex of hidden disses.

she’s called to spark the dark.

she’s called to lift the Cross for the lost.

she’s called to be the high bridge

for the valleys in the shadow of death,

for she fears no evil. Thy rod comforts her.

(Psalms 23) she’s preparing to be the her in God’s Stir.

Dearest Daddy,

Thank God that you cancelled my scandal in oppression to reach, and teach me in my overflowing confessions. Now I walk in the talk of revival not survival to thrive, and be a Light of Jesus Christ that fights. Thank you for teaching me the difference between the enemy’s whirlwind and your rushing wind God. This will not go down how I think. What I think is a broken sink, and I repent for my relentlessness Lord. Renew my mind, so I can find your reasons in this season to be your aligned allegiance. God I’m sorry for my ungrateful mess when you’ve shown me nothing, but how blessed I am. I only need these two warnings now I choose to see what you need me to be. I stand strong as your biblical throng to be what you need me to see. Monday is the gateway to your way, and I say yes effortlessly. I’m no longer blind to the rewind of my mind. I thank you Lord for your grace, compassion, and mercy because I take you for granted. I don’t want to do that anymore. Yesterday hurt enough to give all my flesh up. I’ve seen my vomit of brokenness, and it’s a chokehold mess. I thank you for your covering. I want to do this your way, not mine anymore. If you’re ready to show me the blueprint then I’m yours—steadfast to move how you’re calling me to in the provisions of your vision. In Jesus name, amen.

Love she that scribes lines of poetry,

and your daughter.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy