The Tears Fall

You keep giving until there is nothing left,

You fight your demons until you drag,

You tell yourself you are okay every day,

Deep inside the box, the broken things spill,

Deep inside your childlike faith is choking,

Deep inside your emotions collide,

He is There!

He is meeting you in the storm!

He is not afraid of the messiness inside!

You feel alone,

You feel exhausted,

You feel like giving up,

The Tears Fall…

Wet on my cheeks,

Down my face to my shirt,

No! My hands fly to my face.

Stop the ugly tears, just stop, stop!

My heart quickens,

My breathing… panting,

My eyes burn with pain and anger.

I rock back and forth,

I start wondering if He is really there,

I am determined to seek Him.

In the darkest corners of what’s left of my heart, I want Him, I need Him more. Surrendering the deepest hurts and trusting Him is so important in building faith. My heavenly Father who is a Mighty Warrior…who Loves me…who died for me.

Speak Life

I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

I am the daughter of the Mighty King,

I am loved, accepted and chosen.

I am His.

To my knees, I pray.

To my Father, I speak softly with reverence.

To my feelings, I say…Not today Satan!

The Tears Fall.

Jesus, I need you.

Jesus, please hold me.

Jesus, I cannot face this alone.

Jesus, please help me to cling to you.

…..Now Breathe….

His hand is extended….

He’s waiting for you.

He’s got you baby girl.

He’s got you in His arms.

Be Still.

The Mighty Warrior

You can’t see it, but you can feel it…

If you close your eyes, you can sense it…

His feathers on your face, soft, gentle, with affection…

He loves you more than you know. It is a love that surpasses all understanding.

How can He love so unconditionally? Because He is who He says His is…

He is the Mighty Warrior, the Prince of Peace, the True Vine, the Good Shepherd and the Light of the World.

He first loved us… He knit us together… He chose to die on the cross to give us direct access to the Father.

I want to go deeper and further with Jesus…

The racing heart, the cluttered mind, the deep deep hurt that cannot be undone…

Or so it seems…

You walk outside, the wind whips around you, in the storm, He is there.

He is there…He stiffens His arms to shield you and love you through it all.

He exclaims, Child put on my Father’s armor!

Even if it means that I must work through the pain to find freedom in Him.

I will move forward.

Breathe…

Inhale…Exhale….

Inhale…Exhale…

Inhale…Exhale…

His love is all that matters.

His embrace, His guidance, His Call.

I am His child.

Hold on tight, you must go on.

He is the Mighty Warrior, He’s got you.

-KI

Conversations with Jesus: Through the Flames

When you are running, you know you are running… It can be from a good or bad place, but you know you are running.

Stride after Stride, which way do you turn?  Left, Right, can’t go backward, but always move forward… Breathe.

The cycle can continue, constantly feeling like you are drowning and not quite living  and your pants can be caught by the flames.

It is important to recognize from what and why you are running and where you are going… always look ahead.

Are you truly thriving and being who you are called to be?

The key questions remain: Whose am I and Who am I?

Arriving in a place where there is nowhere to go, but to look up and reach out…

He says…ever so gently…as any gentleman would be.

I see you, my dear, I see you… I see you.  I am here.

He reaches for me through the flames…

Baby girl, grab my hand.

He died for me, for you, for us.  It is through Love that He chose to die so that we could be with Him in eternity.

When you feel all is lost, don’t give in to the thoughts of despair, but look to Him who gives you Hope, Strength, Courage… a renewed spirit, a new heart, a call to follow Him.

Acknowledge, Believe and Confess…

But even more…to Trust and Surrender.

He is going to pick up the pieces and mend those broken places.

It is in the deep, in those deep places that He is there and He will never leave you.

So climb out of the dungeon, crawl away from the dark corner where you thought that protecting yourself from everyone and everything was for your good.

You were dying in that place.

Step out in Faith, grab His hand and don’t look back.

I am His and He is mine. 

He is my Father and I am His child. 

He is the King and I am a Princess. 

He is the Mighty Warrior and I am a Princess Warrior…

Pick up that sword, Girl, we’ve got work to do.

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To The Petals in The Wind

Summer.  Warm night.  Dinner and a Movie night.  Fun night.  Friend night.  Date night.

Wicked night.  Painful night.  Broken night.  Shattered night.  Dark night.  Winter forever.

The Past, God is healing the wounds.

Words are just words are just words…are just words.  NO, is a freaking two letter word.

Not, Loud enough?  Does it mean anything?

Does God hear me when I am hurting and healing?

Eyes Open, Eyes Close… Eyelashes flutter… Keep Them Shut!

Inhale, Exhale, Deep Breath…I can’t Breathe!

Did God intend for this to happen?

Is my Heart beating?  Am I alive or am I dead?

Life can only be found in Jesus, Right?

This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  Is this really happening?  Really Happening???

I lost myself, I want to Trust you, Jesus.

No, it can’t be.

This cannot happen to me.

Jesus, do you really care about me that much?  To find me?

That face, stone cold face, full of anger face, rage face, everything wrong in that face!

I don’t understand.  Hurt people, Hurt people?

I am no longer here, I am hiding in the depths, A place I cannot escape, In the dungeon.  Little did I know that I would begin to feel safer in the dark, protecting what was left of me…but there was nothing worth protecting, nothing beautiful, nothing pure, nothing.

Do you restore everything?  I want to run with you in the beautiful flowers.

EMPTY

Learning to be Spirit-filled.

NUMB

It hurts to heal, but there is Freedom I am told on the other side.

 

To the petals in the wind… I am seeking Him & will only find true Freedom in Him.

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War Face

War Face

When you get up in the morning, do you put on your game face or your war face?

I find myself getting up each day to fight the battles inside myself and the outside world…

I choose my War Face.

What does it look like?

Strong, Fierce, Brave, Courageous, Bold, Unwavering…

A Face of many emotions and many colors all blending together to be a Warrior Song!

Eyes!  Yes, the window to the soul.  They tell the story of the journey that the warrior has been on and continues to face each and every day…every moment in time.

Tears that have come and gone…and those that remain…each one tells a story.

Furrowed brow and the deep colors of the warrior’s war paint.

Spiritual Warfare is Real, it is a never-ending battle, always flowing, with many turns, peaks and valleys.

The real question is… do you battle alone or do you go to war with purpose, hope and strength that can only come from the source of all life?

I seek Him.

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