Inmypromise White

But GOD.... they keep asking me how? Why? What helped me? The words to the gratituitous heart yield very little to the pallet of expression. Perhaps if I wept knelt down amidst the essence of feet and oil spilled from an alabaster box? My groanings could effectively communicate. How does one turn off the thrust of the drum that is in motion? The wind of the arm that falls on the skinned percussion encasing the heart. Like sausage my heart is being processed.  My heart breaks at each reflection. Simultaneously my heart flutters at the renewed mind in vitro. Why not embrace the tug on my newly transformed heart for women who look like me when..  talk like me when.... act like me when... Why bother making a video for my youngerself when my palm is her fingertips. My eyes are her eyes. My pain are her present.  Now, to provide her with my provisions.  What provisions she sees will help her push past her cons she is envisioning during her present. I see the lens past...

When your desperation becomes your faith fuel because you hunger for more. When you are at the point of death in pretense.  No longer caring what is said and who says it because you need a cure for your terminally ill situation. Everyone identifies with the breaking point. Only certain individuals will Identify with the turning point. The point where you got back up. The point where you stop making excuses. The point where you selfishly started fighting for yourself. Be you at the point of dried bones, new life is available. Under water, under sand, drowning in drama, sinking in circumstances. Your lungs are made full.  You have a portion of hope that reaches out. The reach of your grasp has brushed past several potential solutions. You have clutched many a tank for air. Only to be left breathless.  Now, reaching for living water, that rests with the cool breeze of the breath of life.  Enhale deeply because your metamorphosis turns you into a vessel for the sub...

Above all things guard your heart, for out of it does flow all life. Now, you want me to give you my heart on a platter of promises.  Your promises have no root, no foundation. Your words have no nutrients to strengthen my confidence in your claims. Blind faith is for my Redeemer. Even HE challenges me to prove HIS worthiness of my heart. HE urges me to taste, test, and affirm HE is a true heart Protector. You desire to be trusted with my heart because I like a maiden; have provided a safe place for you to lay your head. Yet, the times I have attempted to rest with your words has brought anxiety, questioning, and doubt. I was as unsettled as  being comforted by Delilah.  Wisdom has revealed that it is not my heart you long to possess but, the life that from it flows. My life is not my own.   Be it all yours the life that flows from me. CHRIST in me is the Hope of Glory. Freely available are these services to all willing to sit at the counter. It is possible ...

Christ in me is the hope of glory. HE deemed me a worthy vessel. HE chose me to in dwell. i allow HIM to shine through me. No longer do I cower at the voices but, i take authority in the Spirit. i activate my transferred power through my transformed mind. Today, I walk out my immediate deliverance. My ear gate has been circumcised. I refuse to align my thinking with voices of defeat and failure any longer. they have to shut up. In JESUS Name, amen.

I go back to the old neighborhood from time to time because the lessons are endless. This time the ground spoke in volumes. The ghettos of the world are the breading ground for the leaders of the world. Nothing stirs hunger more than starvation. Nothing pulls out innovation to the degree of lack. No other form of education can compare to the wisdom of a mother. I used to complain for not having a blueprint. I now understand that I had to better learn to articulate how I read the one provided. I like several of my peers escaping the clutches of government assistance, pipe dreams, and poor managed public education learned from the lives of those around us. You learn from the drunk on the corner. In my case, you learn from the Vato covered in tattoos telling you to stay in school. You immediately start your checklist of what not to do in order to not turn out like that woman with the skirt too short on telephone road. You are trying to read the lines and decipher where yo...

I do not believe we can enjoy new beginnings without understanding what is truly beginning again. Nor do I believe the magnitude of a new beginning can be shared corporately. Each moment of turn by turn choices an individual makes paves a destiny that is shifted when those steps collide with Truth. Today, I celebrate a new beginning. Life is a very precious thing. However, when hope is loss, all is gray, it seems no one hears it is logical that if my life stopped the pain would also. I celebrate my new beginning that started the day the LORD saved my life. I do not mean in a symbolic sense in that He washed my sins away, redeemed me from my past hurts, and poor choices. He has and continues to give me new mercies everyday. Additionally, literally, on more than one occasion I have been on the brink, in the grasp, at the edge of life loss but, my GOD. Today, I celebrate my new beginnings because it is not the eighth day following these events but, in some cases years. Lo...

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'...