Oh how I love Him .

"The way of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, which shines ever brighter until the full light of day.(Proverbs 4:18, NLT)

Are you facing a situation that seems dark today? 

As a believer, God promises that your path will shine brighter and brighter as you seek His truth and righteousness in every situation. What is righteousness? 

Righteousness is simply being in right standing with God. It's about submitting your life to Him. It’s about obeying His commands and seeking His plan for your life on a daily basis. 

As you seek Him, the light of God’s Word will guide you in every decision you face. Your heart begins to change and you fall utterly in love with Him.

When we get into the presence of God, things change in our life. 

It’s undeniable. 

God can meet any need we have, but we have to come into His presence. The Bible says: “Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” We just have to do our part... and seek Him.

No matter what’s happening in your life today, take time to ask the Lord to shine His light on you. Ask Him to confirm His plan for you. As you continue pursuing His truth and righteousness, as you continue to make His Word a priority in your life, you will experience more of His blessings, and you will experience HIM. You’ll see those brighter days as you move forward in the good plan He has in store for you.

Father in heaven, I choose to draw near to You. 

I open my heart and repent of anything that displeases You. Fill me with Your power to live the life You have planned for me. I bless Your name today and always. In Jesus Name. Amen.

"To fall in love with God is the greatest of all my romances, to seek him is my life's greatest adventure, to find Him has been my greatest human achievement."

Radiant Dawn .

The feeble and vulnerable night, in its vast darkness, 

begins to descend and dismount itself.

A cold and pale dark moon is at odds and wrestling with a warm and radiant sun.

A tug of war that shows signs of absolution and mercy in the beautiful jeweled sky above me.

Dark versus light.

Cold versus warmth.

I lay and experience this tumultuous intimacy from the distance of my bedroom window.

I close my eyes and breathe in a faint aroma of rain.

It is impermeable to any hidden wounds or secluded thoughts. 

A paralyzing scent that clears my vision and fills my heart the deeper that I breathe.

My mind fills with alleviation and becomes my own utopia.

I look up and see fragments of sunbeams upon the horizon and can feel the new hope this this radiance brings me.

It conquers the rain,

the dark moon,

 and envelopes me in its warm rays.

I arise and step into the dawn. 

A lucent and brilliant hope emerges from my inner soul.  

 The healing warmth breaks my cold barriers and brings a new symbolized peace.

I turn against the moon.

I bask in the light.

It is a new day.

A radiant dawn.

Spilled Ink .

My words are more than phrases set into a perfected sequence.

They tell the tale of a heart.
Feelings and thoughts that I am hopelessly constrained and bound to.

All represented in ink.

Ink that is not only spilled onto vacant slates of paper, but onto people as well.

Words that are kept from the view of others, and shared with few.

I spill my words unto people.

The ink of my tongue bleeds the feelings set in my soul,

and sometimes watch them be brushed away.

They dissipate and drain into an abyss that is greater than my own understanding.

So I grasp my pen, and begin write.

It spills its black ink onto these vacant pieces of paper, and the struggles of my heart tears off the page.

As my pen scripts, the ink bleeds and seeps dry.

I feel my heart pump, and the blood begin to empty.

Why does my ink spill onto pages that are to be unread,

 and scripted onto people who can not read them?

I do not wish to engrave myself and words onto these vacant pages any longer,

 where they are inevitably torn and ripped away.

There is a beauty that lies in the confines of my eclipsed heart.

They are

my words.
My ink.

Kept in a place that lies below my apparent exterior.
No longer wanting to be spilled.

But kept.

Senses Of Love .

My eyes, honey in color and pear in shape, 

they capture. 

Thousands and thousands of still images and memories that illuminate and live in the deepest corners of my heart. 
The image of when our eyes first met. 
The smile you give me that says "I adore you," and the look of love I see reflected back at me. Each one burned and etched within me. Images that thrive in my subconscious.

My ears, also masters of capturing. 

Millions of tones, frequencies... voices. 
Sounds that if heard ten years from now, would still be remembered and ring true. The sound of your whisper recognized forever, even though dormant in my heart. A whisper played in my mind, that my soul dances to, without music.

My touch. Vibrations sent through my fingertips, 

yet felt through my heart and a warmth sent down my spine. 
How the rain felt as it fell on our bare skin, or the touch of your fingers as they graced my lip.

Smell. Taste. 
Senses used to savor all my moments and memories created. 
The smell of your cologne spruced neck. 
The taste of our first meal shared.  
Each one taken, stored... savored.

It is through my senses I form my bonds.

Bonds to 

your images I see,

your voice I hear,

your hands I touch, 

your cologne I smell,

and memories...

I can still taste.

It is through my senses I form my bonds.

The bond... of love.

Love Chronicle #11 .

There is nothing great in this world that doesn't come with a level of great risk.

Every opportunity that graces our way is one huge gamble.

Love.

It is not an exception, and perhaps,

the largest 'throw of the dice' of all.

As a young girl, I questioned the value of this word "love," simply because of its commonality and how much it was built up to be.

If some of the greatest things in life were rare, and love was everywhere, then surely it couldn't of been so grand?

But truth is,

it is rare,

and more precious than gems.

Sacred, and hardly common.

Giving you strength, that I humbly underestimated.

Taking a risk.

Taking everything you have and placing it on that betting table.

Winning a happiness that nothing in this universe can ever compare to,

or taking everything you have and using every shattered piece against you.

The jackpot at stake?

A person who will stand with you at your fears and help you release them from your soul.

A secure place in their heart with the desire to never let you go.

Sparks of lighting that illuminate your hearts.

Hands that grip with uncertainly apart, but together,

 are strong as one.

Seeing your breath being taken into your chest, and watching it rise in theirs.

Love consists of the efforts we give and the gamble we are willing to risk.

I need reminders of this often.
To live my life from the "oh wells"
versus..
the "what ifs."

Edify .

I could not just pick one tonight.

Silent Warrior .

 Mother Teresa has written some of the most powerful and moving quotes that I have ever read,

and has always inspired me to emulate her legacy of empathy.

She once wrote:

"See how in nature, trees, flowers, grass all grow in
silence;

see the stars, the moon and sun, how they move in silence.
We need silence to be able to touch souls."

I remember how empowered I felt after reading that. 
She made it sound so easy.
That if I were to just be silent, 

everything would align itself and it would become transparent and clear.
To be able to look into the hearts of people I loved.

To ease their pain.
To let them feel my empathy, my love.

All with unspoken words.

Actions.

Silence.

So powerful and incredibly beautiful.

Unfortunately, there are people whom we care deeply about, that our silence will never
seem to help.
People who have closed their hearts and do not wish to have their souls touched.
People who are succumbed by their anger and pain.

Driven by rage.
So far, that they have been plunged into darkened depths and feel
that they can no longer be reached.
Lost.

I am the silent sea that tries to come to your crashing waves.
I am the silent rainbow that comes to your turbulent lightning storm.
I am the silent rocks that will take the crashes of your heavy waterfall.

I am your silent prayer warrior.
I am "your stars, your moon, and your sun,"
and I move,

in silence.

Praise .

So awesome that I serve the same God as this little one!

Flame Of Hope .

There are times in my somewhat hectic life that I sit, and wish that for just one moment,

the world would stop spinning.

A small minute to grab hold of the moments in my life that matter.
Moments that flash before me, and are over before they even have time to be captured and become a memory.

Why is this?

Because there are many times I have felt that nothing lasts forever.

A sad realization, but it seems that nothing ever lasts long enough that allows you enough time to cherish it, the way it truly deserves.

Precious things, moments, people, that seem to just burn away...

and all you are left with are small remnants,

and a coldness in your heart and mind...

 where the warmth once raged.

How long will it be before my warmth for writing will also burn out before me? When will the last words and embers leave and no longer glow as brightly within me?

Will it ever leave me and just become a grey ash?

Or can I hold onto it long enough to watch it flourish and become something?
There is no way of truly knowing.

There are times that I feel that warm flame weaken. Times that I search for the right words and can not do so. A wind that I sometimes feel I am up against...

 that tries to extinguish my flame.

All I do know is that whether this, 
or other things will prematurely leave my life, I choose to savour the warmth of the fire now... and hope that against the odds, the embers last, 
and burn forever.

Actions.

I couldn't love this more...

Soul Mate.

Over my years, I have often read: "I don't write love poetry."  But in my case, truth.  The love I have written about has always been an idea, a fragment of how it is envisioned and played in my mind. Events and people have always inspired me, but love is a different category for me. People have inspired the page, the ink, but no one has ever inspired {the poem.}

I believe the one person that God has placed on this earth for me, will remove the {brackets} and become... My Poem.

Soul mate.
We will not meet somewhere.

We are in each other all along.

Our 2 minds, in-flexed.

A luminous ghost in my subconscious.

You often dream of me in the moon.

I think of you through these empty streets.

A love waiting in our dreams,

that is never let to fade.

You are my mirror, and I am yours.

If your presence is absent,

I never get lost looking for you.

You live in my heart.

Your fingerprints ingrained with my own.

I hide myself in your memory,

and you, in mine.

How will you know it's me?

The potency in my voice.

You will hear the sound,

and I will tell you...

You found me.

Love Chronicle #27 .

I want to know you.

You.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

I don't mean I want to memorize your favorite food or color,

or your GPA when you graduated college.

I don't mind to know the pages of your favorite book or the number of hours you spend

on your favorite hobby.

I want to know the silent words that are stripped away when you fail to speak.

The curve of your subtle smile.

The still look upon your face when you think.

How you indulge with words when you breathe.

The deep hidden corners in the silent spaces of your heart.

The flecks of gold and glimmers of green set in your eyes.

The archive of where your dreams are held.

How your carefully maintained fingers feel when intertwined with my own.

And the way your voice winds its way through my syncopated heartbeat.

Your songs. Your letters. The book of your heart.

Just you.

Proverbs .

Droplets .

The vault purging continues...

This evening I read the book of Jeremiah.
After reading verse 17:8, a picture if a woman crying came to mind... more specifically, me.
  Tears.
Precious little droplets.
"A tree planted by waters, and that spreadeth out her roots."

Being in the place I am today, I would have you believe that all of your tears are one of the things that are used to water our souls.  
Precious little droplets that give us growth, depth, and deep rootedness.
Although circumstantial and often reactions from pain, a necessity for not only growth of the tree, but of its branches. 
Branches of love that presents its fruit and flowers for others to see. Branches of hope that become more resilient against the harsh winds and storms of this sometimes difficult life. 
The same branches that you use to wrap around others to show your love and your hope, when they need it the most. Along with love and hope, you also have branches of faith. These are branches that are durable, secure, and unyielding... 
that if others should crack or break, they remain strong until you recover.
So many branches.
Each one special and unique, contributing and creating...
you.
But at the heart of this tree, is the trunk. The strength and core of the tree, the piece that holds it all together.  
Along with your unique branches there also lies a strong trunk that in some time, another person will use to lean on for help, comfort, and
support.
Tears do not weaken us. Use them for strengthening. 
Growing and flourishing!
Precious little droplets that are needed to yield your amazing fruits that you yet cannot see.
Droplets needed transform us into a strong and BEAUTIFUL tree.

Jeremiah 17:8  For s/he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

Less.

Handful .

At this very moment there are about 7 billion people in this world. 

Many of which are breathing, living... hurting. 

Each one worth helping. Each one worth saving. 

 100 years from now, forgotten.

Not one of us asked to be here or had anything to do with this existence, 

and thing called 
"Life."

We live in this world, hoping to make a difference, and to leave our mark on it. 
Everyone is constantly seeking meaning and purpose, 

and yet in the end, they are also, forgotten.

But, there are a few...

A handful of people that will be remembered. Those whose lives will indeed leave a mark and resonate through time. Remembered for the charity they exercised,  the suffering they relieved, the kindness spoken in their words, and the helping hands they affectionately extended.

  I am one of 7 billion, 

but choose to not be the forgotten. 

My heart is one that beats with potential, one that I want to echo long after I am gone.

Perhaps destined to be forgotten, but I choose to be the handful.

It doesn't have to be be outrageous, it just has to come from a good place and the intention of doing something... incredible.

"I expect to pass through this life once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again." ~William Penn

The Listener .

I have always been told that I am a great listener. Have always been the friend that people would come to and confided in.

Always listened. Never judged.

It's often made me wonder why people, and even complete strangers chose to confide in me... ME? 

Perhaps it goes with that saying that it is easier to talk to a stranger? Fermones perhaps? Who knows. Whatever the reasoning's,  I embrace it... and sometimes can be a weight to bear because of my heart. 

My little empathetic heart. 

A heart that is often riddled with worries for others, even those that I don't have any particular emotional ties to. They're own secret cheerleader.  So full of anticipation for something go right for them, and the tides to turn for them. 

The heart-wrenched people when something did not quite pan out how they had envisioned, and oh so desperately wished for. Why am I always rushing to the aid of mere acquaintances when I really have no obligation to? When they can so easily forget me? 

And often do. 

My little empathetic heart.

Best .

Best Friend: {noun.}

Partner. Treasure. Counter-part. Incomparable.

Feeling complete trust that no matter what is uttered, no matter what is shared, no matter how hard...
they will listen. 

They understand it. They value and guard it.

They are someone who brings you up when you are down. They are someone who supports: you, your decisions, your likes, and not only encourages you to follow them... but helps you get there.
Someone who often understands you a bit more than yourself.

They enjoy you at your best, and never fail to help you at your worst.

They are someone who intuitively knows when to ask you if you need to talk, need a glass of wine, need a hug, or simply need to cry. They help you by reaching for your hand, and end up touching your heart instead.

When you worry, they give you hope. When you are dark, they give you light. When you are weak, they make you strong.

Most importantly, a best friend is someone that you can do anything, or absolutely nothing with... and the company is more than enough.

Beauty .

The Ultimate Author.