Texting God

I'm just gonna be hanging out here in your pocket all day long. I'm waiting for you, constantly. And You are right here in the palm of my hand. You are usually quick to respond but most of the time you have me waiting in great anticipation of what you might say. It's a great exaggeration of something small but you are right where I want you to be... In constant unlimited communication with me. I'm here 24/7 and while that may seem odd that I would wait around all day just to know what's on your mind, well it's all a part of the plan. I just want to get to know you better. -GOD

For the love of God.

God.

Stress.

Angry Eyebrows.

Tingling Heart.

Wide Eyes.

Tense Cheek Muscles.

"Just forget it already.

It's just a foreign object of obsession. "

It's what I want to say.

I'm leaving now before I lose it.

Greedy hands hate an honest heart

Wow I am just ecstatic! You know not a mans heart by his words but by the outcome of his faith and honesty by actions. Truth lies within the heart of a humble servant, who's words are made knows by outstanding accomplishments. Trust is then earned by source of meaningful results. The hands of greedy sloths are enviously hungry for the success of such truthful men, and more so material wealth and self centered satisfaction. They will go unmeasurable lengths to get it, but in the end they fail. miserably.

I love instagram

I really do. It's the best free app on the planet!

Seriously.

I'm good at it. And I know it.

No, I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about my aspirations in life to be an artist.

Now will somebody believe in me enough to support my life in a way that I don't have to worry about what's coming next, or work my life away trying to survive?

No, no. That would be contrary to modern expectations of a woman, now wouldn't it?

I will forever be known as a gold-digger. I don't care.

I'm a little old fashioned.

At least I consider the facts.

Take a pole in the world of testosterone. I'm pretty sure a real man would prefer to be satisfied by a woman who isn't tired as hell from working 9 to 5.

Men, you know what I mean.

Take it out on me.

I have nothing to give you anymore.

Nothing. All that is in me is nothing but the left over mess of what has already been said and done.

My un-fantasized depiction of reality is debunk.

Cranium waste of temporary exploitation. A drowning wasteland of copycatting drain waves.

Aspiration of my heavy keepsake to never wash away any sort of misery and pain trapped beneath the surface of my smile.

Take me in won't you? I've been waiting here in the grime.

It's about time you take me in. You forgot about me didn't you???

The bell rings, the clock strikes 12. Midnight. The moon has risen but it's not exactly complete. And neither am I.

Listen for once you selfish fool to the heart your shallow selfish cries wail out. Take them out on me not the one who brought you into the world. Don't you ever go there again.

Be mad, be sad, use the 4 letter words trapped behind your teeth. You know you want to say it so go right ahead. Just don't take it out on anyone but me.

The 4rt of 13elieving

So they care, as i know they always do.

But for the love of all things abstract and artificially organic to the minds' eye, please leave this one alone.

I understand where they are coming from. Everything within a heart's reach is pretty much unreachable by humanly fabricated standards. I get it. It's easy to be distracted by the wayside of religion and even keeping a sober lifestyle.

That's not the way I stride by in this race of life.

By grace there are no extraterrestrial boundaries I must keep to approach the Holy Grail of the Supernatural Presence.

It's here. It's real, and it is tangible at any time, like a high that is eternal and not so short termed to withdrawal some temporary fix.

The Plant, The Crystal, The Liquid Gold. They never last.

Be high not on the substance that fades away but on the trip ordained by the Presence of The Altruistic Resonance, who by ornate design establishes the existence of an entire universe per vessel of soul inheritance.

They. They should not underestimate the power of the God who uses ALL things for GOOD. All things. All things. Can I elaborate? All Thi.... Oh you get it now. Maybe not and let me expand.

I'm intricately associated with the Beginning and End of all the Universe in a very unique way. I am a creative type, and let me say that only one can never begin to fathom the excitement and beauty of creation at its origin. Imagine the emoted energy that filtrated this earth at the beginning of all dwelling.

You just can't or can you?

So God uses his imagination to create the universe. I'm more than likely going to use mine to create a universe as well. This is a different type of universe. It is relatively inspiring and most likely shocking to the soul of an audience. I call it filmmaking.

To each film I am a vessel. I am a vessel of stories, and characters, and relationships.

To one audience, I am a socially diverse player in the field of character development. I bring morality to a character that would otherwise be regarded in society as useless, filthy, disgusting, immoral, inhumane, and worst of all- unworthy of any moral salvation.... For lack of better words, some would say that a Hooker doesn't belong in the presence of a Holy God, or at bible study.

I write in this direction because I have in one light been transcribed as some sort of whore for walking in the shoes of a prostitute. Shame on me, a beautiful, pure, innocent girl for playing the role of a hooker. Shame on me.

I did research about hookers. Sadly enough, it's girls just like me that end up in prostitution. 13elieve it or not, there's a simple saying that provides a good explanation for the majority of prostitutes: "I gotta pay the bills somehow." 1 Date= $6000 richer. And of course it is all by consent. All this to say... think twice before you pass up a young girl working the corner with a grimace on your face. Think again. Open your heart to love as I have.

I was once blind to the idea that a hooker could possibly have a soul. Now...the soul is all I see, and it's the bondage I want to be used as a vessel for the breaking of.

Throw ashes on my head and send me up for a good stoning while you are at it for playing the role of a hooker. But never forget the bitter sweet faith of a near friend of Jesus Christ. The Prostitute. Looking, seeking, needing a savior. She offered up all she did for the love of Christ. The most expensive perfumes to cleanse His feet and wipe them with her hair.

A hooker is just as worthy of Heaven as any Human Being is. Maybe even more than the most religious person you have ever met.

I am sorry that I have caused young men to stumble. I am sorry to have destroyed my self image, if you can call it that. I am a sinner. I've dealt with my fair share of shame.

I know. God knows. But still, I love Him and He loves me just the same. This day having given me the wisdom to see myself in a different perspective.

Brace yourselves.

I admit full-heartedly: yes, I am a whore. I am a whore for my own selfish desires of my flesh. Am I mastered by the sinful whore that I am? No. I have been purchased at a high price to be seen as pure, and therefore given a solid counselor to guide me and to give me strength unfound in this world.

How you ask? It's not by chance, that is for sure. Ultimately it is by a decision I have made to believe and to turn away from my old self.

There will be bloodshed for all who 13elieve as I do. After all, freedom has never been free. Gratefully, It has already been done. No more rules to follow. Only a choice to be made. Red pill or blue?

As for me, I have been ordained a royal subject of the King. I have been granted permission to perform miracles and wonders. I have been gifted with visions and dreams. So I am going to continue to spiritually walk in the shoes of others. I will meet them where they are at.

God will use ALL for good. Never underestimate it.

Well...

I got nothin' in my brain. Tired, heavy, hot and sweaty. Yuck. Haven't been here for a week at least to write.

Been pretty busy getting prepared for this job application process. What a mess. At least it's over...almost. Best few days of my life though.

I realized that stress is a great motivation for accomplishment.

I learned that pain is not a reason to have a disease.

I loved that each and every day, I could not count my blessings because there were too many.

I found motivation to complete impossible tasks set in front of me.

I sought resolutions, and found them.

I faced fears, and shattered them.

I listened to a new country album and fell in love with it.

Love to Kenley Shea.

http://www.kenleyshea.com/

So I guess I did have somethin'. It's not much but now I look back and see a multitude of rare gems I discovered, all in one week. Crazy! Imagine what I will find by the end of this year!

So.....Matthew 6:33. Now I know because it makes sense.

Lena

It Gives Me Peace

It gives me peace of mind to know that I can call somebody my brother. I don't have any earthly brothers, although I wish I did.

On a short, funny note. My mom wanted to have 9 boys for a baseball team. She had 3 girls and struck out! HAHA That's the joke I made up... and I love it!

So...for those who find themselves struggling within the spiritual dating dimension in the area of knowing how to love... know that it is okay to love somebody like a brother, first.

Easier said than done, I know.

In fact, usually saying "I love you like a brother," within society is a big fat breakup line or some turn down warning signal. Fear not, loving someone like family is not some cardinal 'no-no."

It starts to make sense, I promise.

What I learned in a short period of time, is that no matter what, the guy you eventually spend the rest of your life with should know how to treat you. They ought to treat you right. They should treat you like they would treat their sister if they have one or if they had one...depending on the sibling status.

Loving someone like a brother, or sister if you are a dude, relieves any pressure on your emotional status. When you love a sibling, you love unconditionally, and it's mutual.

I was about to say you don't have misunderstandings... but I am only just at the beginning.