Warrior.

I reclaim my life and what I have been called to do. For your grace has awakened me to speak boldly about your gospel. We bind the forces that oppress and control, the forces of evil that deceive and steal, no longer has power for I exist in the kingdom of God. Your hate has…

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Our Father.

Our father, who art in heaven fill me with your holy presence.  let your words  take hold of me to turn me into a devotee– a humble servant who seeks you, to spread life and your truth. for I only wish to fulfill your will not my desires, instead instill your holy plan  and yours…

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Sleep Paralysis.

Dried lips crack into a painful smile as skin becomes rigid like winter’s air   fingertips scrape on split cobble stone with broken glass piercing bare feet   hair drenched in ice cold sweat shivered to the bone with deathly silence   I thought it was a dream, yet you truly existed. Sometimes, I like…

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Rush- a short story.

“Wynonna hurry up!” Mom hollers from the front corridor. Her feet stomp and a suitcase drags through the upstairs hallway, down the steps, and out the front door. I rummage through my bedroom closet and toss random clothes into the open suitcase behind me. “Okay, shirts, pants, sweaters, shoes… what am I missing?” I recite…

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I Wonder.

I wonder what being in your presence is like.   I wonder how my life would be if I still wasn’t awake.   I wonder what I did to deserve your holy strike.   I wonder if you can fix my desire to be ‘alike’.   I wonder if I truly am a part of…

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Worldly Temptations.

We are children of great light yet society has blinded our sight.   You called me when I was in sin and now I can live again.   I didn’t deserve your bountiful grace yet you opened me up and made a place—   your house exists within this body to live in bliss and…

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Holy.

Holy is his name who provides fruitfully without any shame– for He gets all the glory.   I open my heart to his holy gospel may he strip me apart and make me an apostle   to fulfill his purpose before I pass over and become a carcass— living with my one true Savior.  …

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His.

White flowers speckle across tall grass seeds that blossomed into something beautiful.   We are becoming the people we need to be ever so slightly evolving– transforming completely.   How wonderful it is to grow into yourself, to become a child of His and to accept thyself.   I wish this type of joy upon…

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Overtake.

I want to be tried by your holy fire, let it overtake me until I am purified.   Only you alone can break the shell around my heart. It is always well   when you are here. Lord please destroy what is not your will, and fill me with joy.   Holy Spirit come into…

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Tadpoles.

Love is a stream of rough pebbles and black tadpoles that grow into adulthood.   Soon to hop into fields of grass, moss filled ponds, and shrivelled wood.   Joining fresh rivers, new ecosystems, evolving naturally– never dwelling on the past.          Photo: Pinterest

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