Take A Seat

Needing to be redeemed? Start over?  As much as I believe that I am uniquely, specially and delicately made by a creative God I was in denial for a long time that I was not vulnerable to the attacks on my self-worth and identity. Part of it was my pride, part of it was innocence, and the other part was the many wise lessons passed down from my parents.  I did not want to find myself repeating the cycle that I was always warned about. You know it, the girl who found herself trying to find her worth in men, her looks, and what society calls success.  But one day I looked up and found myself trying on her shoes. Which turned into a full on sprint in them. And eventually, I wasn’t sure how to get out of the tired, worn down shoes that only caused blisters to my vision, and callouses on my precious heart.  It wasn’t until a series of events turned my life upside down that I hit rock bottom and was forced to face myself and God in a way that I never have before

Every other week In my little corner I secretly anticipate you when the time comes bringing in our gallons of water.. that I don't even drink any more yet I somehow perk up when I hear you're here for delivery                          your entrance... today I got the courage to ask  "what do you do?"                              I found myself stuck looking at you                              I found myself stuck the longer our eyes met                              The longer our eyes met the more simple glue seemed to turn into                              seasoned hardened super glue, that had separation only                              when our nerves that kept us from speaking week after week                              started to                              show up by our bashfulness.                                                          I found out you work Mondays through Fridays                              My coworker pointed you out on

                                                       I LOVE OUR TIMES TOGETHER I love our times together. Early in the mornings.. I seek your face.  You gently nudge me .                          As you greet me with a new day. The silence of your presence tells more than my own words ever could.  Your nudges are like shots of Hennessy, that enters in one way and quickly flows through my body. Burning like fire in my soul God, I just want you to know that I honor you. I want you to know that because of You I have made my room a sanctuary. Truly, its sacred. I'm listening to music, with my humidifier on and You in my heart.  When it used to be a place where my 'quiet time' was masturbating or lusting, I know find myself dived into Your word, or a sermon, or worship music. I love this life. I love walking in truth and in love. I love you.