Monday, February 27, 2017

Growing pink

Growing pink

White: holy unblemished and pure
Not of this world
Nor of human form
Perfect sacrifice forevermore

Red: rivulets from flesh surrendered
Earthly gift
Heavenly giver
Life flowing act of love

Growing pink deep inside
Something new
Supernatural flow
Out pouring agape’
 Emanating beyond all borders
Deposited spirit and love
Moving mountains external and within

 During  a teaching on hearing God's voice, We were to  ask God What color do you see in so and so... My Partner replied green on the outside( for growing) and Pink in the middle but the pink was really God's pureness in white, mixed with God's love in red...thus the poem .

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Worth/ F.R.E.E. BLOG

This months Blog On Freedom and restoration for everyone enslaved


Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. .( Matthew 10:29-31) 

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you” (Isaiah 49:15). 

Unwanted, a burden, another mouth to feed
Left out, fed up, searching for more,
Lies in your head, you’ll never succeed.

Hollywood glamor, MTV hype
Grasping for smoke and mirrors,
Or something telling you you’re worth the fight.

Promises whispered in sultry tone,
New shoes, new identity, his sugar girl.
Trading all that is precious for rhinestone.

Bate, hook and line,
The lure lowered down,
Offered by a sheep covered swine.

Sight can only see right now
To be desired and offered love
Unaware of plans to become his cash cow

The treachery so slow and slick
Showered with attention,
But tomorrow asked to turn trick.

The slippery slope getting slicker still
The rapes and beatings the start
Climbing out like going backwards uphill.

Free will to do only as he pleases
No money, no escape, plenty of fear
Life stolen, tattered to pieces

If only someone were to care
If only, the whisper of hearts
If only there was help from this nightmare.

We all have been designed with eternity set in our hearts, to be part of a larger picture, to be swept up in strong arms, known and loved. And yet somewhere along the way the story gets, fuzzy, cloudy or sometimes ripped away. So many young ladies (and boys too) have become prey to “wolves in sheep’s clothing.” Not all sex trafficking victims stories are as pictured in the poem above but many times it is the most vulnerable that are lured in. We as the body of Christ can be the “someone’s to care”. We are commanded as believers to love the least of these, to set the captives free. And those who are being Sex trafficked are the captives.  So what are we to do, how do we stop a multibillion dollar industry?  We become more aware and stop seeing child Prostitutes and begin to see victims, we begin to use our influence and educate our communities, we reach out to the marginalized, speaking life and hope into the least of these, building relationships that can speak true identity.  Those who foster and adopt with the love of Christ can become a new landing place for many. Working with youth and offering honest hope and relationship can become another landing pad to stopping the vulnerable from sliding into treachery. We the body can become advocates against pornography, an insidious way of life, that has taught our boys to become detached and void of empathy for our girls, we can mentor and come along side our young men and talk about true manhood. But what about the ones it’s “too late “for, the ones who have been lured in and sold a false narrative only to wake up to the realities of being told they are worth less than nothing? We can support local organizations that are currently advocating for victims, we can raise money for safe houses where those that are rescued could go and find help and safety.  We can be on our knee’s praying that sex trafficking is stopped and that our vulnerable youth will know their true worth. We cannot just sit by but must rise up as the church in action.
“Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us” (2 Corinthians 5:20)

Below are some statistics and interesting reads as well as links to places to lend your support
  “Studies estimate that at least 60 percent of victims of child sex trafficking come from the child welfare system, and the majority of them have extensive histories of sexual and physical abuse prior to ever being trafficked. Seventy-eight percent of all prostitution arrests are girls, and 52 percent of all juvenile arrests for prostitution are African-American girls. Instead of being recognized as victims of crime and given the services and support necessary to heal from their trauma, these children are neglected, dismissed, ignored, and—in the worst cases—criminalized.”

Friday, February 17, 2017




Lumpy old clay,

Loving hands molding.

Useful vessel

 Filled with living each day

Imperfect cistern,

Leaky cracks unable to hold,

Constant flowing in

  Momentary glimpses of eternal springs.

Fractures growing in evidence,

 Seeping, sieve of a jar,

Never the less unending source

  Life blood streaming in decadence.

Ordinary container,

Empty ever so quickly,

Words of eternity poured out

 Created to be a love retainer.

Seams in repair,

Gaps tended and cleaned.

Gold dust filling,

 Mended with holy Care.


Sanctified Vessels,

Earthenware being overlaid.

Transformed holder,

 Now fashioned with Precious metals.

"Kintsugi is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with a special lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum." We are like ordinary vessels that often have flaws and cracks and dings and it sometimes feels like in one breath we are filled with his presence and the next feeling so empty. But our heavenly potter continues to pour into us a never ending supply of love and continues to fill those cracks with gold dust transforming us into beautiful vessels.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Ain't no small thing

Ain't no small thing

Small things count, small things are stepping stones of obedience, and even a small pebble makes ripples in a pond.( IF Gathering inspired)

The nod of the head as you drove by,
The shy hello in passing,
Even the smile flashed on the fly…
Ain't no small thing

The hug and warm embrace,
That kind word of encouragement,
The way you remembered my name…
Ain't no small thing

Your listening ear,
Spoken prayer,
And an invitation to share…
Ain't no small thing.

When asked to come for tea,
Delivered a much needed meal,
Or said yeah come over I’m free…
Ain't no small thing

When you welcomed me into your mess,
Let me into your pain,
Or offered your forgiveness…
Ain't no small thing

Walks and talks together,
Coffee breaks and texting messages,
Offered friendship in full measure…
Ain't no small thing

When you loved my unlovable,
Brought balm for my wounds
And held me when unconsolable…
Ain't no small thing

When you placed your heart on display
And waited patiently for me
Day after day committing to pray…
Ain't no small thing

When you coached and instructed,
Or admitted you just didn’t know,
When I let you down and still you trusted…
Ain't no small thing

When He chatted with the woman at the well
Turned water into wine
Or Broke bread with the twelve…
Aint no small thing.