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
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)