Writing on Water

I've had enough. Enough of feeling inadequate and unwanted. Like I am constantly being taunted that I am unworthy and disgraceful and that I will never be able to make up for all of my wrong doings I've had enough Enough of feeling like a lack of male attention in punishment for my sin That I am inferior to every other believer because they don't know what I've done and I don't want them to either. I've had enough enough of constantly finding things wrong with me To add to the list of discrepancies that only sum up to this insurmountable weight of guilt and shame I've had enough because I alone am not enough Because I've become worn out trying to earn what I have already been given I've already been set free from the bondage I chain myself in I am not unworthy and disgraceful. But because He chose me I am worth it and able to experience his grace more. He was paying attention to me on the Cross, when He gave his life and covered ...

One A number A combination of digits You're face and personality don't matter as long as you oblige to these limits These limits that can be high or can be low but either way you will be dehumanized and objectified because that's what numbers do. Two We take snapshots of our lives and post them for all our followers to see and we worry about how many people are even following me Oh come on 6 more and triple digits. but wait did HE like my picture maybe I should just delete it. Three We torture ourselves because this point system is where our futures lie we think if we just ace this test we're set up for success but no that's not enough study more study more and what all for a 4? Four deep breath hold it hold it hold it- exhale twenty more I have to lose this number, this many more and I can wear that dress this many more and then he will be impressed But because I have more, I am looked at, seen, and loved less And I think that that is lo...

What's the first thing you do when you take a picture? You look at it. You  inspect  it. You analyze it inch by inch And then you begin to  perfect  it. You crop it, you  frame  it You adjust the brightness, the contrast The sharpness, you  name  it. You change whatever you can to make it more appealing than what it really is Isn't that what we're doing to ourselves, and then expect to get photocreds for what is really His. There's more filters than that of Valencia, Sierra or Inkwell You see filters are not always physical Filters allow us to mask our emotions. They allow us to trick people into thinking we live well. It's like I don't want this world to know how much pain I'm in So I snap a selfie of that forced grin And slap on the cute "Happy Monday" with the #blessed on the end And I say I'm happy, I mean I think I've got everyone convinced but ...

Have you ever been there Have you ever seen the pain a mother goes through while giving birth A child being is born and brought into this earth It’s not pretty, and yet somehow, it’s the most beautiful thing. While everyone paces in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of that baby The yelling and shouting of a mother in anguish suddenly becomes a relentless smile The nervous demeanor of a father turns to a sigh of relief and the first tears he’s shed in a while. Silence. And then. A baby’s cry. A baby’s first cry is the most beautiful thing those parents can hear. But soon after that, it’s not necessarily music to the ear. It becomes an unwanted alarm that wakes you up at unholy hours of the night It becomes a siren of distress, and it feels like a sign you’re not doing something right. But I am so so thankful that a couple thousand years ago, a baby cried. An unplanned pregnancy, led to the holiest of infancy's. He was born in a manger, of...

We let the worry and stress get to us to the point where we're deprived And when we look at snapshots our our lives we  begin to limit our selves to a little three by five But we forget God paints on a canvas the size of the universe We forget the big picture, we forget this is only one verse of an eternal symphony. If His name and renown are the desires of our hearts Then we should trust Him with all of our lives, even the small, tiny, minor parts. You see, the hokey pokey doesn't glorify God. We have to put our whole selves in, and keep it there. Because it is there that God turns us all around. He restores, redeems, and nurtures our whole selves But we don't get to pick the soundtrack. It's to the tune of his melody, his harmony, and his symphony. We are not the maestro. We don't choose our instrument, or our seat, We are to take the arrangement given to us, stay on beat, and keep our eyes on the Maestro. He has equipped us with the tools and t...