I'm Just An Artist

Looking around, feeling down. There is nothing going on. I see others making it, not faking it. But I need to put my mind on. Things are a little shaky to me. You say you a boss but you ain't bossing me. Everyday I wake up, I'm wondering if I should put up, swing by the hood and post up. Am I wasting my time. Life is just passing me by. Should I keep going or just say by? Naw. That ain't me. I'm no quitter. I'm just an ordinary woman, trying to make the paper. So, for all those that are waiting on my demise. Keep waiting because I'm coming. Coming with a big surprise.

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A Little Girl Trapped in a Woman's Body

Sobbing and crying, she weeps with great sorrow. "Why aren't things going right for me?" She asks. "I'm never going to be anything!" She cries more. Shaking her head, she asks the Lord why so much heartache and pain. Growing up was hard, but being an adult seems to be harder. "I'm not complaining Lord, but I just need a break from the rough patches in the road. I need someone to understand my pain. I need some guidance in the rain. I need some stability in gain. Most of all Lord, I need your help from within. Teach me to listen to you. I don't want to cry anymore. Help me to mature in the faith. Help me to mature so that I'll obey. I need you Lord." 

Wiping away the tears, she looked up towards heaven. She lifted up her hands in adoration and worship. She began to cry more but only this time it wasn't tears of pain. These were tears of relief. She knew  God had heard her cry. For now, everything seemed different. She saw things differently than before. She knew she could face one more day. The little girl that cried and complained was no more. Stood up was a woman willing to fight through it, even if she failed doing so. She made a promise to herself. That she would fight and keep fighting until the end.

Just let your fingers do the talking

Sometimes you don't have a voice. It seems as if the world has told you to shut up. Look down at your hands. Discovery a brand new you. You don't have to say another word by mouth. Just let your fingers do the talking. 

Find your inner voice. What do you want to say? Whatever it is, just write it. Writing is the oldest language to mankind. Centuries ago, writers used a bottle of ink and a feathered ball point to send messages, write letters, and to sign their names. When Apple computers came on the scene they gave us a new method of writing. We started writing by the stroke of the keyboard. Sending and receiving messages has even changed the way we communicate. We send emails, chat, and blog about everything now. Whatever your message is, we are writing.

Writing can be a form of expression. It can greet your neighbor. It can send a message of love and hate. Writing can be formal and informal. A writer is an artist. Give a writer a blank piece of paper and the words seem to flow.

Just let your fingers talk for you, speak for you and develop you. God gave us hands not only to worship Him, but also to write. What will your next story be? Just let your fingers do the talking.

A Better Me

All of my life I have fought. I have fought for attention, love, and companionship. I have fought for friends, family, support. The fight ended today! When the bible talks about the fighting the good fight, it's talking about faith. Faith in God. I now realize how precious time was wasted on pure miserable fights that I incur upon myself. This is the reason for being so tired. I fought myself. No one is and was the blame. I was merely fighting myself. 

I now release the fight upon myself. I release fear, doubt, and self-pity. I bring upon me hope. The hope of glory. The everlasting love that the savior wishes upon me. The joy that shall saturate my mind and the peace that shall cloud my thoughts. I no longer bring upon me battles that are not for me. I bring to me praise and worship. This is my language. This is my trust. This is my hope. No more tears of worry, fear, or hurt. But tears of laughter, joy, and love.

I thank you Lord for dispatching angels in form of human flesh to my aid. To teach me and yo guide me unto all truths. It's not about me. It's about you, Lord. The soon coming king. My savior. My Lord.

A Mother's World

I now know what it feels like to worry about your children. I use to say to myself, why is it that this one or that one is crying so much over her children. Now I see the burden. I feel the pain. But my remedy is to keep trusting in God. For His word says that He will never leave nor forsake me. He promised to be with me, even until the end of the world. My hope is not in man, but my hope is in the creator that created man.

Mothers have every right to cry when she knows she reared that child in the right way. Mothers have every right to be offensive when others are coming up against her child. Mothers have every right to snoop around her child's room. Mothers have every right to stand in the way of danger to protect her child. Mothers have every right to give that child over to the most powerful God ever. It's hard to let go! It's never easy. Just know that everything that mama is doing, it's for the better good of her child.

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