Belittled Humility I say these words in my head I say too little ‒sin I've fed I say too much ‒my soul is dead where to decipher Wisdom without causing condemn it is a question of 'instead' without having a heart bled I consider the 'affect' never in accord with 'accept' I remember I'm not the architect but, instead, a 'reflect' of words given for self-reflect I'm not the only subject ‒I know―in comes―reject for a Word in Yeshuah† dialect is to take sin―dissect separate prove the misled ‒true maliciousness―fed in order to reconnect what's been disconnected not by myself I'm not the architect thriving to interject what's not part‒ of my prospect it's only added in suspect by those losing to 'deflect' I throw up my hands ‒willingly be used in the correct my mouth―a buffet not a casket not a puppet but like a bayonet jabbing sin―wickedness whatever's in secret ‒spewing it like a rocket each one of us can be the subject or the object for Wisdom's pulpit so Understanding becomes the outlet so speak―don't gossip seek Understanding discuss all of it even when wickedness remains in quiet hiding and running hoping you won't acknowledge it don't get lost in all the thicket be brave as you sound the trumpet God's† ways are ultraviolet things you covet keep in secret will surface not lost in forget for to acknowledge ‒forgive, accept learn from the foul of it‒ is seen as Courage by the highest of pulpits leave Life lived without regrets seek Wisdom fill up your pockets with seeds to give without a budget then Humility will be the ultimate Peace will surround your soul as you exit the casket
(September 7, 2023)―I wrote this piece yesterday after a mellow lesson on self and Wisdom. Directly after I wrote this, I was led to Isaiah 49:8-13 through Isaiah 50:4-9. I don’t, at all, believe in coincidences anymore. As time goes by, I see how everything is connected and how we are all used for each other’s tests. You can deny this…that is all right. You are just not ready to willingly accept the truth.
I thought my part in the poetry was over except to write prayers here and there. Boy, am I wrong. I know that my own writing is different from the previous work that is in the books, and there’s a good reason, which most don’t acknowledge about themselves. The greatest of works are written during our trials, not after, during. It is a point to our trials that we suffer: To bring us low so we can share what we have learned or learning. And these great works that are written during the worse part of our trials are the most sincere.
These current writings of mine are not like those. These are sort of like those I wrote in 2010 before the seriousness of my trials began. They were more of the self discovery type…me trying to find meaning behind what I knew was coming. These are the opposite of those. All the ones I posted yesterday ( ‘Trapped Under’, ‘The Riches of Lowliness’, ‘Humble’s Renaissance’, ‘The Ant’s Surface’, ‘Lesson’s Given’, ‘To Be Known’, ‘The Showth of God†‘ and ‘‘a Ways from Danger’) and this one, and, it seems, there will be much more of these, are lessons learned after our trial…the part that no one really wants to hear. Trust me, they don’t want to hear our sorrow and grief, nor want to hear what we’ve learned even less.
It’s an odd thing. At the beginning of our trial, everyone has a voice to offer. That is our anger stage. People seem to love picking sides and spewing their own anger as you spew yours. I had a lot of comments and discussions on social media. All the discussions fed my anger and pushed me to keep going. Then when I took on a boyfriend and I was seeing the same pattern of behavior as I seen in the husband, they backed off. Like it was them saying, ‘You should know better. You are a fool.’
I wasn’t a fool. I was following what God put before me. I was generous and forgiving and loving. No one wanted to hear that part, and they all departed from my life. That was interesting in itself.
Then we get to the part of the resurrection and the rebirth through the Spirit and they really don’t want to hear from you. They totally disengaged. And the odd part, it is the ones who sinned against myself who truly disappeared. Those are the ones who should see the change, the humility, the resurrection…but they are the ones who refuse to see it.
So, don’t go beating yourself up when this happens to you. Trust me, it isn’t you.
We are all used as tools for each other’s part in the vine. When you get to the other side of pain, like I am, you begin to see this clearly. God is teaching me and I’m to share what He shows me. It doesn’t matter if others are writing the same things. It doesn’t matter if it is spread all across the world. Only a few will actually understand these lessons from me, especially, and from God and Yeshuah. It is meant to be. Only a small amount of people will inherit the new Earth coming, and it is coming. It won’t be you. I assure you. But it may be your offspring. And I stress ‘maybe‘ because if you don’t teach your offspring everything about God and Yeshuah, they won’t be the ones chosen. I assure you of this.
All of these things that I am: a soldier, a mother, a journalist, a poet, a novelist, a teacher. These are all the things I did in all the years of my life. God combined them to create what you are reading now. It is okay to expand yourself. Follow the path God is leading you on. How do you know? You know it is right in your heart. Follow that. Then when it’s time to change again, change. All of it will combine one day. He called me to be His servant. He prepared me to do this all of my life. So, don’t be afraid of change. In God’s world, change is necessary. From jobs, to partners, to beliefs, to passions, to experiences…all of it is leading you to where God wants you to be. Trust in Him. And trust in Yeshuah…He’s there to assist. You won’t see it right away, but, if you trust with all your heart and soul, the assistance will show itself.
The photograph David led me to is from November 11, 2019: The Avenging Angel.
This is what the Lord says: ‘In the time of My favor I will answer you, and in the day of salvation, I will help you; I will keep you and will make you to be a covenant for the people to restore the land and to reassign its desolate inheritances, to say to the captives, ‘Come out,’ and to those in darkness, ‘Be free!’ ‘They will feed beside the roads and find pasture on every barren hill. They will neither hunger nor thirst, nor will the desert heat or the sun beat upon them. He who has compassion on them will guide them and lead them beside springs of water. I will turn all My mountains into roads, and My highways will be raised up. See, they will come from afar—some from the north, some from the west, some from the region of Aswan.’ Shout for joy, O Heavens; rejoice, O Earth; burst into song, O mountains! For the Lord comforts His people and will have compassion on His afflicted ones.―Isaiah 49:8-13
But Zion said, ‘The Lord has forsaken me, the Lord has forgotten me.’ ‘Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands; your walls are ever before Me. Your sons hasten back, and those who laid you waste depart from you. Lift up your eyes and look around; all your sons gather and come to you. As surely as I live,’ declares the Lord, ‘you will wear them all as ornaments; you will put them on, like a bride. Though you were ruined and made desolate and your land laid waste, now you will be too small for your people, and those who devoured you will be far away. The children born during your bereavement will yet say in your hearing, ‘This place is too small for us; give us more space to live in.’ Then you will say in your heart, ‘Who bore me these? I was bereaved and barren; I was exiled and rejected. Who brought these up? I was left all alone, but these―where have they come from?’―Isaiah 49:14-21
This is what the Sovereign Lord says: ‘See, I will beckon to the Gentiles, I will lift up My banner to the peoples’ they will bring your sons in their arms and carry your daughters on their shoulders. Kings will be your foster fathers, and their queens your nursing mothers. They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground; they will lick the dust at your feet. Then you will know that I am the Lord; those who hope in Me will not be disappointed.‘―Isaiah 49:22,23
Can plunder be taken from warriors, or captives rescued from the fierce? But this is what the Lord says: ‘Yes, captives will be taken from warriors, and plunder retrieved from the fierce; I will contend with those who contend with you, and your children I will save. I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh; they will be drunk on their own blood, as with wine. Then all mankind will know that I, the Lord, am your Savior, your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob.’―Isaiah 49:24-26
This is what the Lord says: ‘Where is your mother’s certificate of divorce with which I sent her away? Or to which of my creditors did I sell you? Because of your sins you were sold; because of your transgressions your mother was sent away. When I came, why was there no one? When I called, why was there no one to answer? Was My arm too short to ransom you? Do I lack the strength to rescue you? By a mere rebuke I dry up the sea, I turn rivers into a desert; their fish rot for lack of water and die of thirst. I clothe the sky with darkness and make sackcloth its covering.’―Isaiah 50:1-3
The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears, and I have not been rebellious; I have not drawn back. I offered my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pulled my beard; I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting. Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame. He who vindicates me is near. Who then will bring charges against me? Let us face each other! Who is my accuser? Let him confront me! It is the Sovereign Lord who helps me. Who is he that will condemn me? They will all wear out like a garment; the moths will eat them up.―Isaiah 50:4-9
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