How He Move

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I love The Way
Man’s fear is not the admission
price for Salvation
but Jesus’ Blood Is

Pure despite ingrafting
More indelible than the deepest stain
Iron-rich in Compassion for the poor
yet free every go-round

The Son Has It
so a new thing Shall all-ways Spring
We learn and teach patience in the process
of growing up
and/or
deeper, hopefully, in Him
After all
even Earth’s burial grounds are The LORD’s
The fullness thereof, Given

One weak…
I saw two surrender to longsuffering
while countless others cried and cursed
in and out of character
for more expensive, less effective medicine

It can’t be easy
to battle addiction, demons
yet embrace The Most High
with equal and opposite fervor to an enemy who somehow enters quiet, secure rooms
daily swept clean
Cameras can’t detect them
They never sign in

Invisible to the worldly eye
fallen angels strive to keep the vulnerable
company provoking them to misery
through escalated depths
of visual, auditory noise
desperate to confuse
those who would hear The Master’s Voice

If the comfortable Christian would also count those persecutions they know nothing of as reason to praise God
the joy might feed reverence that feeds humility that feeds masses to move mountains by faith alone
No pyramid schemes, but a Great GOD thing

Some must first plead guilty for an impromptu visit with the team
We watch torment travel throughout the unit
finding it difficult to stay
Though He Shows up differently
for you and me
Jesus’ Sovereignty, then, Is identical now and all-ways
I have no doubt
some of us plead
paperless Coverage of that same Blood
to start the day…

Night…

Shift, whatever it is.

Pass over
the murderer
the sex offender
the cutter•spitter•fighter…
and go your own way, Sheol
This circle is no incubator for the father (or offspring) of lies
Even the eldest’s wrinkles are now boundary lines in Christ
reading “DO NOT. CROSS!”

The peripheral eye witnesses
those alive in peace
prepared to protect me
I’m not designed to blush, but smile readily
inside
A quick salute is seen once
I return to duty

Figure eight-wise, figuratively foreign wives have taken eyes captive relative to The Bride of Christ for a long time.
Even the fairest and wisest of men once exchanged Truth for a talisman.
How the trappings of modern Life and privilege pave ways to sin!
With God’s Time and Purpose, a sound mind may return after genuine repentance from lessons learned.

As much as I have failed self & others in varied areas
The Holy Spirit Cannot
so I’m happy to follow His Lead
no longer rushing ahead without Him

Silent groans aside
I must say that I’m amazed
how He Moves right
into every place we didn’t
even know we need(ed)

A Cleansing
Breath of fresh air
or Anointing
with refining Fire
where wrong tried its best to have the last word

It’s ok…and an honor to finally trust
The Advocate > accuser
Comforter > competitor
Teacher > traitor
Friendship > folly or having to force another into faith

My Companion…

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The Trigger Gets to Know The Heart

Cactus & balloon “Impossible Love” featured image:
© Sven Grothe

 

We are always learning.

The billboards we pass en route to a destination, commercials on the computer or TV screen and all the other created we encounter in the process share pieces of simple and complex lessons daily.

2 Timothy 3:1-7 Teaches us of a time not extremely different from the world’s current state wherein the easily swayed flesh nature embraces the type of education that is “never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.”

That’s real, unfortunate and, thankfully, not at all the focus of this sharing. This post, begun eight days from the initial posting of the last and on time for the agreement between my King & I, made its way to my consciousness during some refresher trainings on emotional and psychological triggers of trauma.

Don’t get me wrong…I did pay keen attention to the content and team members sharing the task. The case studies and audiovisual testimony of people who endured or committed horrible things, at times creating and projecting the illusion of them by proxy did its job to heighten our sensitivity and encourage more effective assessment then address of diverse needs.

The spirit of the week did try to stir anger or decisions to dwell in confusion regarding certain traits, poke holes in my tear ducts and treat my heartstrings like a harp here and there.

However, the omnipresent God Gives His Word, Holy Spirit and contentment to His children in and of any age, wherever we are. [Jeremiah 23:23-24, Proverbs 15:3, Colossians 1:9-20, 1 Timothy 6:6]

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#EditoReal: On Outliers…

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Infographic via “Venn intersect Christ church” search

Sometimes being an outlier, essentially being set apart,

requires praise or rebuke with/in the Holy Spirit;

The Most High God-in-Christ, front & center of course

despite that which (feels)

threatened from the fringe

Even squares don’t always understand or agree

with the words of mouth

meditations of heart

Glad God gets & encompasses

the broken best

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purpose

Weight on The Lord

We are one Body

in sore need

of The Most High

by and to Whom we connect


Divine appointment will

all-ways fit

when we discern

some discomfort is just

a call to stretch


The gift

of Your presence

gives me Life, joy

to love, sing, dance, cook, fast, walk, teach, write, study, help heal, upset, plant, produce, speak, hush, fight, pacify, do too much, still; never enough, congregate, come away…


As children You trained us

for times like these

inspiring fresh flames to pure purpose

so, later, coals of correction

may blazingly endure

through the ages


Do, Lord

Bear gently with us

as we, in turn,

bear each other up

in love learned

from The Head down

for Your Glory

Visual representation of Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

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Featured picture: “Healing in His Wings” by Rachel K. Harpham

Out of the mouth of an elevator

the babe and her elder guardian emerged

Mother heading to the reception desk

Child bee-lining for more signs of Life

With the pointed push of a button

the princess subject all to one command

Windows

the water fountain

the lobby chairs

one or two waiting patrons

would be released

After a minute behind the blinds

realizing I saw her

with no intention to pretend otherwise

she sauntered over to me


“Hi”

“Good morning, sweetheart. So, you like ‘Frozen’, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite! I watch it all the time.”

“That’s so cool! Do you like Princess Elsa or just lots of snowy days?”

“It’s my favorite, favorite movie! I watched it at home just now. Heyyy…your tooth is dirty.”

I laughed heartily at the type of innocent yet raw honesty I love, its resonance with a separate chat I’d had regarding a few procedures I must schedule. In her five-year-old lexicon, there was no distinguishing between being chemically stained, unbrushed, lipsticked and such. Things were simply as clean or dirty as they appeared to her; that’s it.

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No doubt

Over the break

a lady wrote me a note

of curiosity about my department & duties

Hers addressed the needs of the deaf

done at various sites

Grateful for the mutual respect

of a relaxed lunch, writing & team-

building, all at once

I asked her to teach me

my answer, signed

closing the door

on room for doubt

She obliged

Were you there?

My Lord…

Ash-fallen foreheads

refused to see her slim unfitness

to truly care for or otherwise foster the baby boy

a precious toddler seated perfectly

except when she slapped and shook him

cursed him

threatened to desert him

or ‘tear [his] little ___ up cause [she] don’t give a ____ who sees’


My stop had come

and I seized

to take a 30 ft. flight through the crowd to fight

rage we shared for different reasons

or just complement his sweet face and wish her a better day

on the way out

Sometimes honey tempers vinegar

Other times fire forces evaporation


Instead, no words

His silence proved he, two, had already learned to cope with her madness

the seed of what would one day grow into deep anger or compassion

while i copped out on the side of not

directing another one to a labyrinthine system

to get to work

for a labyrinthine system…


Why did i hesitate to lay down my life for this innocent

when I’ve taken the fall for the guilty

An under one-minute eternity made a fool of me

having diffused more in less Time.


The new computers came

after we spent the morning

reviewing an outdated curriculum

marked by highlighters and intentions to fight the negative stimuli

dulling our students towards diseases and the odds

of babies having babies.

Hypocrisy


Regardless of whether any of us make it

where we’d like to go

on the road taken

a loving heart is bypassed

while some mother may be celebrated

and at least one son of a wo/man has already suffered enough.

Good night. 



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