Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Worship (Poem)

I wrote this in honor of today being World Poetry Day... ♥

The storms are raging
The wind is beating in my ears
The waves are roaring
I am surrounded by my worst fears

I’m calling for you
But where are you?
Come save me
Before I am overcome

I call, I call out to you
Lord, only Your amazing grace is enough
To rescue me
So I call out to You alone

And then like the sun breaking through
It’s over
And I am back before Your glory
All because I waited on the Lord

So I will worship You
Where ever the clouds may sail
I will lift my hands up to the Lord

For He has heard my cry


Friday, March 3, 2017

Dear Younger Me

Dear younger me,

First of all – you are not ugly. People are not lying to you when they tell you that you are beautiful. Every single day you wake up with an invisible weight on your shoulders because you have allowed yourself to believe lies that have been spoken over you. You don’t know this yet but you are not defined by what man says you are. Your worth is not defined by the boy that doesn’t like you back. Your worth is not defined by the friends that talk about you behind your back or the people that use you.

You are defined by God’s unfailing faithful love for you and your status as the child of a King.

You will have awkward moments and you will end up with so many embarrassing stories that you won’t be able to remember them all. But contrary to what you believe, God is not out to get you. Really He loves you more than you will ever understand.

He doesn’t say no to you to punish you. Someday you will thank Him for every single time He told you no and redirected you to something else. Because in saying no to you, He was really keeping you on the right path toward your destiny.

I know you’re in pain right now. You don’t understand why certain events in your life have taken place. But years from now, down the road, you will look in the mirror and be incredibly proud of the kind, mature, self-assured and brave young woman those experiences have caused you to become.

You may have flaws and a tendency to be immature at times. But don’t let the voice of Satan trick you into thinking that you are nothing but your flaws.

You are human and you are young. You are not called or expected to be perfect. Life is about growth not stagnant perfection. Stop torturing yourself.

Be proud that you are black. Be proud that a part of your DNA is linked to a country that is historically known as the first independent nation in the Caribbean AND Latin America.

No your hair is not naturally straight. Your hair is kinky and coily and someday you will love it tremendously for exactly what it is. You are not obligated to conform to what society says is beautiful. Please ignore anyone that tells you otherwise.

You will do things you never thought you could. You will walk boldly in the direction of your dreams. You will watch God open doors for you. You will be faced with opportunities that are intimidatingly big.

One day you will put down the hateful words that you use to describe yourself. You will throw away the self-inflicting mental weapons that the enemy has caused you to embrace. 

One day you will love yourself enough to be perfectly content with your own presence. You will know how to reject hatred that is disguised as love. You will understand that you have every right to functional, stable love.

You will be protective and proud of yourself.

One day you will love yourself enough to decide that it’s time to tell the little girl inside of you how much she matters. You will love yourself enough to speak peace into the scars that the world wants you to feel ashamed of.

One day you will love yourself enough to know that you are worth loving. 

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Write To Live (Poem)

As birds use their wings
And push against the wind
Involuntarily flying
To fulfill some need within

As a lion must roar
To express its inner musings
Like the ocean waves bellow
Trodding back and forth in amusement

Do I write for recognition?
So that the world will know my name?
No, I write for the wind
Who knows know meaning of the word fame

When I was a girl
Before I could dream
The love of the pen was etched
Into my heart seams

In the world I flow
Through each of my hand picked roles
But alone I am an artist
Through my pen I inspire, excite and provoke

I write to breathe
I write to give
But above all
I write because I have to live  

Monday, February 20, 2017

The Little Things

It never ceases to amaze me how swiftly God takes care of things. Even the little things. 

Things we didn't even realize we were in need of.

Life demands so much of us and when these demands get too heavy, we often turn to God and demand that He solve our problems immediately.

More often than not, our requests are not fulfilled the second we ask them. It may take days, months or perhaps even years for some of our questions to be answered.

But I'm beginning to believe there's a reason for little things like a free meal or a free ride coming your way unexpectedly.

It's through the little things that God shows us how faithful He will be in handling the big things.

Keep in mind that God is not a God of little things. He is God who has shown time and time again that He is able to accomplish more than our human minds can even comprehend.

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us. (Ephesians 3:20)

But sometimes as human beings we need a nudge in the right direction. We need a sign to show us that at the end of the day, everything will be okay.

So when God senses that our faith is weaning, He'll send some assurance - whether it be a stranger who pays for our meal when we have no money or a little extra time to get a job done - He'll send us an obvious sign that He is still in control.

It's the little things that always put a smile on my face when I'm feeling spiritually weak.

It's the little things that make me look up and say, "Thank you for staying by my side God!".

It's the little things that cause me to sit back in awe at how wondrous God is.

To know that I serve a God who can meet my needs before I've even stated them is awesome. So I always smile at the little things. Because the little things are simply the big things in disguise.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

God Found Me (Poem)

I was looking through some of my old writings the other day and I found a poem I’d written when I came back to Christ three years ago. I’ve made a few alterations to it, but I decided to share most of it in its originality to express the happiness I felt when I realized that there is a Savior in heaven who loves me.

It reads:

Your hands reach for mine and the storm calms before my eyes
There is lightning in the sky but I can see the rays of sunlight
Standing in your arms and I know all that I love is protected under your gaze
Kindness few can find and a love that can only be envisioned

I’m grateful for the heaven I see
The life that you have made for me
There is fear in my heart
So I turn to you

And I see that my troubles are nothing compared to your grandness
My heart is safe
Since the moment I was born, I belonged to you
I’ve come back home into your open arms

Kindness few can find and a love that can only be envisioned
I’m grateful for the heaven that has found me
The life that you have made for me
Your grace never ceases to amaze me

This fulfilling love
My heart will never wander again
This beauty is real
And it’s all I want, all I need

I hope you all enjoyed reading it. Have a blessed day. ♥

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

As A Black Woman

As a black woman, I understand that I carry my ancestors with me where ever I go.

I understand that there will be many moments in my life where I will be the only representative of my race in a room.

Because of this I vow to always bring the best of my blackness with me whenever I step into a room.

I will love and adore the tint of my skin and the kinks in my hair even when the world advises me not to.

I will celebrate black history month every day of my life.

As a black woman, I will support and cherish my fellow black women and, perhaps someday, I will raise strong black women of my own.

I will wake up every morning thanking God for the skin He put me in.

Because if I had a choice, I’d always choose to remain living my life as a black woman. 

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

The Road to Emmaus

Last week during a bible study with one of my friends, I came across a passage in the book of Luke detailing an experience that two of Jesus’ twelve disciples had while travelling to Emmaus, an city that existed in ancient Israel.

This encounter took place three days after Jesus had been crucified.

The passage reads:

13 And, behold, two of them went that same day to a village called Emmaus, which was from Jerusalem about threescore furlongs.
14 And they talked together of all these things which had happened.
15 And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned, Jesus himself drew near, and went with them.
16 But their eyes were holden that they should not know him.
17 And he said unto them, What manner of communications are these that ye have one to another, as ye walk, and are sad?
18 And the one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answering said unto him, Art thou only a stranger in Jerusalem, and hast not known the things which are come to pass there in these days?
19 And he said unto them, What things? And they said unto him, Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people:
20 And how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to be condemned to death, and have crucified him.
21 But we trusted that it had been he which should have redeemed Israel: and beside all this, to day is the third day since these things were done.
22 Yea, and certain women also of our company made us astonished, which were early at the sepulchre;
23 And when they found not his body, they came, saying, that they had also seen a vision of angels, which said that he was alive.
24 And certain of them which were with us went to the sepulchre, and found it even so as the women had said: but him they saw not.
25 Then he said unto them, O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken:
26 Ought not Christ to have suffered these things, and to enter into his glory?
27 And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself.
28 And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further.
29 But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. And he went in to tarry with them.
30 And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them.
31 And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight.
32 And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?
33 And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them,
34 Saying, The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon.
35 And they told what things were done in the way, and how he was known of them in breaking of bread.

This passage really affected me because it reminded me of how quickly we can become despondent when we feel that God is not answering our prayers in a “suitable” amount of time.

Cleopas and the other disciple were so downcast because although they had heard Jesus speak of His resurrection (Matthew 16:21), and they knew it would come to pass, it had already been three days since His death.

At this point, they knew that some of the women that had followed Jesus had visited His tomb, found it empty and were told by angels that He was alive (Mark 16:2-6).

But this information only gave them a small amount of comfort.

But why?

Why did they seem so hopeless when they had numerous signs showing them Jesus was keeping His word regarding His resurrection?

Was it because they had not seen Him yet with their own eyes? Was their faith waning?

I often find myself in the same position as these two disciples.

No matter how many signs I see showing me that yes, God will keep His promise – I still find myself becoming discontent and impatient.

When I read the above passage, I feel that Jesus chose to meet them in that moment to convey the message that sometimes all it takes is just a little more waiting to see that God’s promises will come to fruition.

Just as those disciples started to lose faith, the very One who had given them their faith in the first place approached them and walked with them down the road to Emmaus.

And even then, they didn’t know it was Him.

It wasn’t until later that evening when He sat with them and broke bread in their midst that they realized that the blessing they had been hoping for had come.

And from that moment on, they were amazed.

Suddenly everything seemed crystal clear.

Of course this man was Jesus!

Just the way He had spoken to them of the scriptures was proof enough, but now, having just seen Him bless and break bread in a way that only Jesus could – all their doubts were cast aside.

And they came away from that encounter shouting the most blessed phrase that has ever been spoken on this earth, “The Lord is risen indeed”.