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voice, uninterrupted


winnowing trees and ocean breezes. a few of my favorite things. in a world of rubber bullets and hate encased with seemingly loving gestures, I hope if anything to remain soft. that is something I’d never hand over to my Maker in discontent or shame. I am, generally, soft. He loves me this way though I sometimes wish to be unalike. I miss fading glories and harsh memories of best moments and vivid aromas. I miss joy in dark places and dreams sown back together un-misplaced and uninterrupted.


The call of duty upon the heart of a tearful remnant destined to return to the places of rest fashioned with each of them in mind. “He restores my soul.” A necessary reminder in the form of gentle whispers brushing up against the loneliness empty hands usher in. Nothing new meets the sun’s grand entrance as barren ghost towns lay anxious awaiting the rain. There is so much more to do..when less is acquired and brought into homes His Spirit dwells within. Everything is not what it seems. He is still worthy. He still loves the invitation our emptiness extends for His reach beyond what’s broken and mishandled…and towards that of which remains unseen. Rekindled in His memory of us. unforgotten..unforsaken..undone.

Memories soon fade. Real love must grow..evolving beyond hope for tomorrow and towards endless mercies and graces. Hope cannot fall far from the home nested within your womb, but rocky winds have a way with your emotions at times least expected and during seasons of great awakening. Your bloom will not look like that of which you’ve gazed upon once before. It cannot be compared to mediocre rises or lucky starts. For grace cannot be purchased from the Maker’s holiness not stolen from heaven’s chamber. But instead, it is for you because He is for you. So all you have to begin with again is surely all that you need.

“Your lives light up the world. For how can you hide a city that stands on a hilltop? And who would light a lamp and then hide it in an obscure place? Instead, it’s placed where everyone in the house can benefit from its light. So don’t hide your light![c] Let it shine brightly before others, so that your commendable works[d] will shine as light upon them, and then they will give their praise to your Father in heaven.”

Matthew 5:14-16 TPT

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