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Scratch Paper

It’s not going through it that I tend to get caught up in; it’s what I might see at the end that can have me in a chokehold at times….

Walking away was my resolve. I surprisingly do not feel much guilt anymore (bad habit of mine). It’s just that the steps that have followed years later can at times sting a little….

I am aware that honey can run across these lips just as quickly as venom. Thankfully, the roots of my self control have matured and interestingly, my lips have never tasted sweeter until after being in this desert….

The words “Wife” and “Mommy” still feel so new. But then again, is it ever something you truly get used to? One thing is for sure, I work so hard because deep down I get scared of disappointing either of you….

This chronic daydreamer is just looking to ground her ambitious ideas anywhere that will allow them to flourish….

Writing has become more frequent  yet less structured and complete. One minute the feeling comes to me and the next I care not to finish the thought….

However, even with these incomplete reflections, I can still find peace….

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IMagine

Imagine if your “enemy” felt the pain they caused you.

Imagine if the lies they put on your name touched their soul too.

Imagine if they had to suffer through the same trauma they put you through.

Imagine if they had to stand in the fire that they used to burn you.

Imagine if tears of shame fell from their eyes when they realized they were the issue.

Oh what a great relief it would be to see them hurting too.

Now imagine if the same things you wished upon that “enemy” someone wished upon you.

Oh how more dangerous this world would be if those imaginations came true.

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Through the Broken Glass

Through the shattered pieces of glass, one can still see an image. Not a disfigurative image though. No this image reflected a young woman whose face looked as though she had been defeated. Yet she was still here. The face of exhaustion, loneliness, and sadness was all you can see on this young woman’s face. Her eyes told a story; no written words needed. However, unlike most stories, this one in particular did not have an ending. In fact, she was in the moment of creating the next chapter. You see, though we only see a “defeated” woman through the glass, she saw the image of a soldier. Though temporarily wounded, the strength to overcome her battles was still there. Though the devil may find ways to try and shatter her and shake her faith, when this young woman saw that there was still a clear and unbroken image through the broken glass, she knew right then that she had not been defeated and her victory was still to come. She remembers the account of Beth-horon, when Joshua was greatly outnumbered by all the kings of the Canaanites. But through God, Joshua was able to lead Israel to victory, destroying all the kings and continuing to conquer more cities after that…Picking up the pieces from where she left off, the young woman begins to sculpt and reconstruct a plan that she knew would require much dedication and sacrifice. A risk she was willing to take. What was once just pieces of glass, will soon be molded into a radiant and distinct piece of art.