A Life Earned I sit, stand, lay wonder over all these words ponder ‒who am I to earn such trust sitting for hours and hours doing His† work for a future I do not know ‒making my little fuss thinking about my own children how much I'm missing then...not guessing for whom lies my lust all these days have turned to years from normal every-day living to hurting and crying laughing and just being putting the kids on a bus to feeling like rust all this time listening then writing hearing His† soft voice ‒so many words building a crust with gustive thrust 'here I am' I easily said fighting anguish in my head as so many labeled me‒ crazy, insane, obsessed ‒when all along a teacher was saying 'don't hush take this brush put these words in rush' I had to forgo every-day living to sit in a silent room listen hear to words being pushed all the while‒ hoping for a hug a gentle kiss even the slightest touch ‒a bit of support to this worded rush over ten years now I lost my life in all its plush because of the brush the Lord† handed to me in a lover's crush 'sing My† song to them earn your place you're running a good race' words in reassuring gust so that I may continue in faith's undying trust
Notes: The photograph is the second one that was chosen. I say the second because the first was of my face. I’m sick of my face. So, He chose His! It is from October 8, 2019: Oil Spill Warning.
(April 16, 2022)—No, He isn’t the author of this piece, He’s the author of the next. This piece is one directed from my heart. He was setting me up, to answer me. You will understand when you read the next piece titled, ‘The Void of Absence’ and the prayer of Nehemiah.
We have to lose our life in order to find our life, our purpose. If we don’t lose our life, we never find the truth of our being. As in ‘Dismissed Authority’ which was written on the fourteenth. It was a guided writing as well and it speaks truth. You can only dismiss truth for so long. It will catch up to you.
I’ve been made a promise. One…I don’t need to explain. I don’t know the how or the when. I do know the why. It is a BIG why. It is a sad why, but one I must accept. It is sad to watch truth unfold. The world has conquered itself into controlling the flow of Yeshuah. Only…they can’t. They just believe they have. Yeshuah is powerful. He is love. That pure kinda thing. That kind of love you can’t touch.
People are just stupid. Yes, I said that.Continue reading “‘A Life Earned’”