Inmypromise White

Today I woke up in your arms. I don't care that the socket was detached from your body. Laying against your rib cage I'm not bothered by the fact your heart has been removed and, gift wrap for someone else. I feel the air blow from your side. The skimpy rotting flesh barely covering your bony torso. Laying on your chest holding true to the only part of you; I have left. The stench is so strong the mourners stopped coming by years ago. I should move on but, laying here with you feels like our first night. Remember that time I got up, opened my heart, and was wounded? I came running back to you. You were here; arms out stretched ready to hold me. Well, lay there and let me rest on your arm. Reading is fundamental but, imagination can do wonders. I don't mind that my fingers rest on your ribs when I reach to embrace you. With you I know what I'm getting. I know where I stand. The sun is peeking in. I will go and smell the roses. Alas, I was hurt again. He doesn'...

Capture each moment and savor it. Is time passing, or are we flowing through time clasping keepsakes? Memories last forever but, essence is a flicker to be tasted but, never fully consumed. Celebration is our haphazard attempt to pay homage to the passing of "now". True honor lies in basking in immeasurable moments. That moment which tastes so good only after the last morsel is realized there is no evidence. We rely on smells, sounds, scents to carry the legacy. We hold the snapshots in our hearts nestled and warm. That tear wiped away as we shake ourselves from another time. The smile turned grin as we reflect on previous lessons learned. Capture your now because what was, is then, and what will be doesn’t have foundation. Now we choose joy despite our circumstance. Truth is circumstances are subject to our embrace. Hold on to the now , squeeze every drop out. Choose joy even if means chooses faces that smile in front of that were not a part of your rearing. I have co...

I can't be an autopilot christian? No, really; I can't put a bit in my mouth and follow where my steps are ordered? I surrendered to my Captor. Is He not responsible for my well being? How does that work? How do I have free will but I surrendered my all. I filter my choices through the bars of righteousness. The challenge is not the filtering but, the challenge of identifying my desires. They are in my heart. HE has access to the list because my heart is His possession. Gift wrapped, humbly presented the last time I yielded to the revelation of sonship. Not owned but a seed, with all rights to eat the table. Revelation fully manifested, I believe I belong at that table but, I don't know how to act. I don't know to operate in this environment. I watch my siblings but, we have different desires. I don't want what they want. Does that mean my choices go unspoken because I fear the backlash of an incorrect selection. Why is this difficult? We had a system. I gi...

The heat broke like fever. This burning that had been emitting from my stomach for weeks. Suddenly, I was released. I had been travailing with what seemed like no solution. The temperatures were the soothing heat of a massage ointment. The salve stayed just long enough to cause discomfort but, was not strong enough to fulfill. I plead to my Father to quench this desire. Holding on to the truth that what I feel and what I know are never at odds. Finally, I felt the rush wave of cool roll over me. In the wake of this shifted mindset I am ashamed. I saw that dark shadow of the old me. I choose to grasps what I know and not stay on what I feel. I know I am redeemed. Now, head straight, armor equipped I press ahead. I am going into the enemy's camp, and I want to vengeance.

What if Issac would have refused to lay down? The rope was in tote. The wood had been cut. The spot on the mountain had been chosen. One may have the obedience of Abraham but, what happens when the sacrifice does not want to comply? Is one penalized for disobedience if their complete execution of the task is dependent upon another? If we present a living sacrifice then some struggle is to be expected. Were it an animal it is acceptable to break a limb as you tie down your offering. But this sacrifice is a human. Blood is blood but, there are so many different standards for lives. I do not set these standards but, history continues to reveal in it's wake the fruit of these standards. Kill a lion and they mourn in droves. Kill masses of humans and, does it make a sound? Like the riddle about a tree that falls; it depends on the ears that hear. The ears attached to the heart of those who listen. Had my Issac been stolen then I would not be so confused. I was victimized by a ...

The turn of the axis, like the turn of a chin. My life is on a swivel. Death is all around me but, it may not take me. It took her. They say dreams are a shadow of death. There is no light, no life in a shadow. Perhaps it is because those around me celebrate death as a caricature? A grayish image to be placed on display. Death is not always immediate. Sometimes, we carry it in our moments of pleasure. Our jubilant actions serenaded by whimsical debauchery, conducted by our flesh. This soiree eventually comes to a halt. At the point where your feet, your arms bounce but, we realize He are being pulled along. Then as our hearts open still in the arms of the former partner. We reach out to the Suitor, under the light. No gracious apologies, HE whisks you away to a place of life. Your strength and your life has increased. Our sure footedness has been acquired. Now, the attack comes at my most vulnerable state. I wander off to the allure of slumber. In the wee hours of the night I see, to...

Step right up! Step right up! Here for one night only see the juggling woman act. The conductor projects in the crowded room. Here she goes........ balancing the career, ambition, and business on three plates. The awe flows through the crowd. Now, behold her lift one leg and, push the button of peaceful balance. Wait for it.... A discreet servant slides in a ball for her to stand on with her remaining leg that she lands on gently coming down from a quick hop. Laugh out loud at myself this is what I see when I close my eyes to the circus surrounding me. I leap from center stage, and discard my props. I find the nearest secluded rug and I push in. The ringmaster is silenced to my tears that soothe my drumming heart. The lion at the end of the whip has nothing on the roar that escapes from me. The ground around me begins to sway. I hear a song from my spirit. The boisterous gale of a melody cracks the whip on this pompous tent action attempting to overtake me. To my th...