Transparent

I’m very transparent…except for my vulnerability. I scaffold who sees the raw me. However, there’s no hesitation for God to use my trails as tests to propel souls to be their best through my testimony. My life is His so I freely give me away for the gift of we in Today. Would I truly love it if all souls shifted their focus on things of Above? Absolutely, but my heart is weary, and this planet is very scary. I understand that my heart had to break, so God can take away what isn’t made to stay. I walked into to lion’s dens that over time my mind comprehended there’s layers to fears. Fears that I’ve blocked, and stopped as if I decided what comes to the Light of Christ. That’s not my call if my duty as His restored soul is to never grow old and cold. God pushes me to see that I needed to be free from all hidden toxicities boldly.

This winter break was truly what my heart needed to believe again. Apart of me that died came back alive by spending time with this beautiful family. My restoration in hope is what I’m clinging to as my new focused virtue. Being transparent did not come with pain this time. My future steps is the zeroed in win of being God’s cornerstone so souls can no longer be alone. My biggest challenge is forgiving. A few conversations occurred where I saw my heart needed to thaw. I used to get angry, but anger is extremely blinding—not aligning to His Kingdom unifying timing. Anger feeds feelings of me in an isolated toxicity. God is not a God of anger. God is a God of peace and order. God called my feet to meet in the worship space with souls I had no desire to face, but God is a God of grace to grace—so I say hey, let’s do this Race in the gift of Today the Holy Trinity’s way.

I’ve realized when I’m unsure of how to express myself from a mature space of love, I go to the gift of rhyming that God has blessed me with. This blog is one of the biggest blessings in my life. This blog outside of Jojo* saved my life. I was on the brick of dying from lies, and was tired of fighting. I wanted everything to end four years ago. I was tired of not understanding what God was trying to show me verses my current reality. I was tired of the facades surrounding me, including my own highlight reels that never took away the empty of my soul. Only fully saying yes to Jesus—being transparent that “I’m done with the world and I want you God, but I just don’t know what coming to you looks like.” What does wanting God really mean? How does healthy love look like? What is a relationship verses having a religion with God really mean? Do I really understand the voice of God like I suspect that I do? I had all these God questions, and was finally no longer afraid to embark on the journey where I know only God has my answers. So I said, “what’s the worse that can happen? I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” I made that decision to never look back on April 4th, 2014 at my old church. I’m thankful for my old church, regardless of the outcome, or how that outcome affected my life. My old church was used as a tool to fully commit my life to Christ. My feet being in my old church is how I started understanding I need to be in the Bible aggressively daily if I want God’s clarity. My feet being in my old church solidified that I cannot be shaken in the voice of God. What my old church has done for me cannot be put into words, so I take it all—the great, the painful, and the blessings in disguise that are now coming alive.

Everything and everyone were tools to get me to where I currently am, so I thank the souls that loved on me. I’m grateful for the souls that lied to me, because I appreciate authenticity more. And I see the souls that failed at breaking me blessed me more than I can ever put into words with my supernatural strengthening, and my solidification in daily sanctification. God used everything for His glory, especially pain that I thought would never have any gain unfolding right before my eyes that came alive by the supernatural power in God’s midnight hour. Time has been my greatest advocate. Time has consistently showed me what to act on, and what to sit on as God unfolds his prophecy coming to pass. I’m learning how to be content in what makes no sense. I’m practicing how to say okay with what Jesus continues to breathe in my nostrils, regardless if I agree: I’m no longer feeding the broken weed of angry. The Holy Trinity has been telling me to:

Be still,

Wait,

You will see,

and trust Me—since February 3rd, 2016 on visions, and what Greater is He who lives in me than he who’s of the world has been speaking in my soul consistently. (1 John 4:4)

I’m finally in the space to act on waiting for what I was throwing demanding tantrums on knowing. God isn’t budging, and He wants me focused on walking through my feelings—😩. I really don’t favor this act, in fact it’s a practice I deeply dislike. However, crying me a river in the shower yesterday was very liberating. I was very hurt and upset that God blessed me with God-fearing friendships with this beautiful family last fall that Jojo and I both got close to lately—only to yank them away from us indefinitely. I know there’s peace on this Western Hemisphere journey but it still hurts. V* was truly the first God-fearing woman that openly loved with her heart, without showing resistance, and without “feeling me out, to see what I’m about.” There was no jealousy or pettiness. I didn’t have to walk through the unnecessary emotionally immature cattiness of cliques. I didn’t have to walk through dealing with walls until I “proved myself worthy, to be around.”

I am tired of that routine to the point that brokenness came on me. Now I’m so hesitant when I grew up being arms wide open. Did that bite me in the butt? More times than I know how to count. I changed completely from being bubbly and open because of my experiences in the past—especially at my old church. I keep to myself, and beautiful souls that want to get to know me will come to me, because I’m done extending myself. Has things changed since God has changed my place of worship? Yes. I’ve been blessed to meet some amazing women of God that I’m getting to know now.

Am I still walking through the infamous “church hurt?” I’m not sure, but I do know that God is a God of purpose and the blueprints are similar—thankfully my experience isn’t. I’m being protected from a lot, and I’m very thankful for that. I have a broken-hearted theory that souls that follow Jesus, and even souls who don’t yet [but will because every knee shall bow, and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord— (Romans 14:11)] have settled into this notion that “church hurt” is a norm that should be accepted. Why!? I don’t understand this absurd norm. Jesus didn’t accept it, and He died on the Cross to reverse that curse. It’s a curse to isolate someone. Isolating souls also ignores the purpose of the Cross of Calvary. Jesus didn’t die in vain, so why has so many of us started operating on egg shells acting as if Jesus’ death didn’t rectify and revived what perished back to life? But what do I know right? I’m a transparent soul that follows the Bible, but doesn’t have a platform or a specific status like Jesus didn’t either when He walked Earth. He has a platform now through His followers carrying on His message. Sadly, the world has fallen into this death trap that needs these specifics. Like the world fell in the same trap back then that killed Jesus. Jesus warned us about this as well in the Bible, yet this sad notion is heavily practiced above what Jesus specifically tells us how to counteract this blinding and dividing lie in the Bible: Love God and Love each other as sisters and brothers. We are called to get over ourselves in me to faithfully be one in the body. I pray one day unity is for all humanity.

However, it was refreshing woman to woman that V is welcoming in “hey, you want to hang out?” And my reply of course was, “Yes, let’s do this.” There was no “I need time to be around your space, to see what you’re about.” Maybe I experienced this refreshing gift with other women in the past and I just didn’t notice it, but it was very transparent in V. And V, her dope husband E*, and their beautiful son P* restored something in my soul that died. I hate that God is taking them away, but I understand that it’s necessary—so I choose to trust Him through this hurt that I pray has worth one day.

society dismantled the beauty in transparency.

cultural rituals became the lane of habitual.

being hurt is overlooked, which is a sad space

of hidden pain that’s explosive veins of insane.

being transparent can be effortless,

when me is replaced with the beauty of we.

Yesterday, I was blessed to spend time with another one of my loves, Nel* who’s also leaving but not as quickly as V—who’s leaving this Thursday after we spent New Years Eve together. I’m even more thankful we got New Year’s Eve now that I see she and her beautiful family have to leave. It’s a rarity to have open and healthy amongst women. I think it’s very unfortunate, but I haven’t had the greatest experiences with women over the years. I’m far from a saint, and I’m the first to say I’m an emotional hot mess. But I run to God and ask him if any of what is told to me is true within me, and if it is then change me Lord. I wasn’t always in this space, but being blessed with divine separation last year opened my eyes on a higher level to push for more love and less division. There are souls I never want to see or face again, but God doesn’t usually give me what I want. I highly doubt I’ll get what I want. The God I serve gives us what we need, and never what we want. So we shall see what comes next 💛. I don’t know what this year holds, but I know who crowns the year. (Psalms 65.) Love she that scribes lines of poetry.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy

Advertisements

Lampshades

she needs Higher as Jesus’ Lighter.

she desires her King that makes her soul sing

to scribe the hidden lines of her heart.

the lies that made her die are coming apart.

she’s choosing to use all of God tool’s.

she leaped and spoke on what

used to cause painful chokes.

she cannot hide behind the pages,

and wages of a daughter’s decided life.

regardless of the strife and bites,

rereading scenes can’t make anyone clean.

only the supernatural hue of God’s truths

are the elevations in His Revelations.

she’s no longer stronger in repeated wronged.

vulnerability is scary, the tracks were abused

in the past that replays and lasts as her fuse.

she uses pain with no gain in vain

to never be labeled with fables of insane,

to never be laughed at or attacked,

to never see pretentious phony ugly,

and to never trust what can’t be trusted.

the songs of her life crippled her nights.

yesterday is today’s breakthrough.

she sees a son was a tool

to have her face what became forgotten lampshades.

vulnerability was hostility and mockeries,

where she made a mental switch to never speak.

it’s twenty-eighteen and she wants only godly scenes.

she’s in the space to cling to His grace.

she holds on to His compassion.

she breathes His mercy.

she writes what needs her fight,

and sparking what’s hidden in the dark.

she’s ready to face the grey that breaks.

the black and white has no light.

she’s ready to thrive and fight.

she’s committed to the oath in God’s Growth.

she realizes that she has to face

the reality of her family’s emotional state.

she realizes she’s happier without a routine

of unhealthy instability unapologetically.

she sees she’s made her pain forgotten lampshades.

she sees her King that makes her soul sing

uses a son to be undone, because Love won.

she took a long time to trust God’s alignment.

she sees she swallowed so much unhealthy.

she sees she preexisted in projected toxicities.

she sees laughter was replaced for sadder.

she sees ditzy was easy to use as her forgotten lampshades.

the black and white is her grey swayed stay.

her silence was a harmful haphazard decay.

she’s so fearful of being seen in vulnerability.

no one was ever healthy to protect her outside of God.

she’ll always climb the mountains to face her facades.

she wants nothing to do with, “I miss you.”

sometimes, she cringes at the words, “I love you.

she goes in performance mode with these coded words.

she now sees marriage as a careless savage.

she’s petrified to curse children with generational wickedness.

the turmoil of her soul made her distant enough to unfold.

but she doesn’t want to be running out anymore.

it’s hard to see her vulnerability,

because of what she grew up achieving.

it’s hard to see forgiveness or deliverance

in this testimony, because she won’t be naked in lonely.

her forgotten lampshades are arrows of sorrow

in a no tomorrow by her hallow swallows.

she has to keep fighting by walking through

seeing the hues of all her painful views.

she doesn’t want to be paralyzed by painful lying lullabies.

she rededicated to a God of grace to grace.

she’s not made for shame or lame—not in God’s Race.

her King discovered what she covered:

choking fears for years by apprentice gears.

despite her forgotten lampshades,

she wants more by conquering ignored scores:

more victory and delivery in this new year

from the pain in no gain all in vain.

no more ignoring hurtful sores from the past.

she claws her way to learn His Obey

in vulnerability faithfully, because she’s free.

she chooses to see God dismantle

the handles of misguided lies by pride.

she doesn’t know how this new year will go.

she chooses to be renewed, and walkthrough

her forgotten lampshades by being Jesus’ Renegade.

she said yes to being His testing testimony.

she proudly lifts the Cross to be freed from lost.

she can only go to glory to glory

by telling her story through the messy of her messages.

she’s ready for God’s Light to shine on her forgotten lampshades.

peek-a-boo, God sees you too.

love she that scribes lines of poetry.

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.

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)