Inmypromise White

She is beautiful. She is almost angelic. She is the right proportion of smooth and rough. She embodies the essence of nurturing. She is inviting and warm. She adorns in regal bouquets of browns and silvers. These long autumn gowns cause salvation in all humans male and female alike. She is in my life but, not a part of my me. She arrived at the ball dawned in her cinderella's best and waltzed her way into the lap of madear. After taking madear to be her conquest she was not satisfied. She desired to create a family harem. Given like a birthright to my father a cursed blessing to love. My father wooed as she poured. They danced together in the liters of fermentation. This concubine turned wife. He made a wife of her but, she made a mess of him. For a brief period he sought in the bosom of my mother. She could only have half of him but, that was enough. Like any mistress she tolerated his wife's perfume on his lips. She accepted her lingering intoxicated dire...

You may have heard the saying, "people are in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime." I am intentional about showing great appreciation to my lifetime people. No, season person can say that I did not pay them due homage. Yet, it the reason person who i owe the most debt for my growth. It has been the reason people who taught me who I was not. It was the reason people who lighted the dark spots of my judgment, pride, and lack of love. I had to learn to be a better person. I was not challenged as long as I had to love those who loved me. Thank you, for hurting me. Thank you for betraying me. Thank you for teaching me the size, shape, and texture of the red flags. These banners are dawned by those who build the foundation for toxic relationships. This division of heartache is comprised of people who enter our lives for reasons . We always invite them in and allow them to take refuge turned siege. It is only at the point we discern their placement in the ...

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...