I arise in the morning along with the sun. And I watch the beautiful Ray as it strikes the interior of my arena.
And as I lay in wonder with my eyes closed, I imagine revelations of you. And I get this joy in my heart that maybe, just maybe, one day I can be a free as the sun, that continues to rise even when casted behind storms. that doesn't flee in the sight of fear or shines even when submerged in doubt. Maybe one day I can be as free as the Son who rose to pursue His destiny. Because even though I rise with the sun I am not free, I look in the mirror and witness the breaking of my heart piece by piece. There is no peace. These tears have caused an overflow on the weight that my soul can handle. I am drowning in this lie that has been cast upon me. I am consumed with the power of cursed destiny. I am not beautiful. I am not wanted. My shape is too wide and my hair is too short. He'll never want me, she looks so much better than me. He would never desire me because I am not simply not desirable. See, I am the ones who have lived before me. The ones who have been reborn through me. The ones whose soul ties have bound me to my grave. Causing me to become uncivilized in the walk of my faith. And I realize that I am dying before I have ever lived. Like the sun submits itself into the horizon I have submitted myself to the curse. And it has been revealed that the reason I have not risen is because rising is resurrecting. Rising is the disrobing of your comfort and the projecting of the true identity of your submission. It is the dismantling of a lie being nurtured through your oblivious worship. Rising is the projection of your sins, being pierced by the sword of the word, and being transformed into a reflection of the gospel. You are not the ones who have lived before you. But you are the love that dwells within you. Open your eyes and open your heart to see that It is the son in you that sets fire that desire to rise. You are not subjected to death. You are the image of a love that overcame death. Rise up. Because Like the sun, you are called to rise to pursue your purpose. And you are called to set your cares upon the Lord. And like the breaking of day, the curse that has been nurtured through you will be broken by faith— faith even as small as a mustard seed. Because it has already been broken, a thousand years ago when love broke the bondage of subjection. Through your submission to the throne, you are overcoming the storms, your light will shine through the darkest midst, it will shine as sharp as the thorns that tried to persecute you because you are rejoined with an all consuming everlasting love. Allow yourself to be crucified because Christ is worth our submission to be glorified. The light of the sun is too strong for the darkness of any curse. So there is no wonder why bondages break at the sight of dawn. -JRM | 3.5.16
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I have decided that I will wait for you.
Waiting is a treasure that only the committed will take. But I have decided, that in my soul I will wait. When God created me, he created in me a masterpiece. One that is perfected through His overwhelming love. So I sit at night with my eyes closed praying that whoever I share this art with remains pure. I pray that He trusts the Lord and finds the love that was created in his soul to one day love me. So I will wait. Because God uniquely designed me to be a temple of His holiness. A mirror of His love... undying love. I will wait, because God waited for me. For years I was walking dead, denying His worth in me. In the 17 years that I have lived It wasn't until 3 years ago I fell into His embrace. An embrace that He longed for. An embrace that my heart cried for. The cross called for me. The cross waited for me. The cross saved me. There is no path I'd want to take then the path God paved for me. There's no man I'd rather be with then the man God chose for me. Because I am worthy. And because I have gave my heart to the throne, I will be able to love you with the love He overflows in me because my love is simply not enough. My love is simply not enough. My love is simply not enough. Because even though I was made in His image I am still a humble servant. I'm not perfect. But I'm being perfected. You're being perfected- all who pursues the Lord is being perfected- by His love. Not my own. As much as I will love you, I will be a humble servant of God first, because He is my refuge, my source, and my strength. He is my teacher of love. and I love Him more than I love you. So I can love you with His love, because He who sits on the throne beside the Father provides our love. He cleanses our love. He is the creator of love. He is the greatest love story ever shared, so through Him, we will love. So today I have decided I will wait on you. And during this time I am committing myself to pursue Him, day and night, So the Proverbs 31 woman can dwell in me. I will wait. And the day that we meet, our souls will know each other. Our eyes will spark a fire, a ministry. Because our hearts will be in sync. Beating in a rhythmic melody, we'll be standing in familiar territory, I long for you. And as we join hands our palms will ignite a spiritual spark- this being the definition of a power couple. Just as we will be hungry for the Lord, We will be hungry for each other. - No, not in an intimate sexual way, that's being saved for after we commit ourselves to God's throne, to become one flesh, for you to become me and me to become you- but a hunger to seek each other's souls. To dive into territory untouched. To birth a love, a covenant, the spreading of a profound gospel in Christ alone. So for you, my love, I will wait. Because I want to feel the spark. The assurance. The destiny. The truth. and The light of our love. I will wait for you. Because you are worth the wait. 1.19.16 I'm stronger than I feel.
I'm a fighter within my soul, with the armor of God around my heart. He protects me from the lies. He shields me from the cold. I'm stronger than I feel. I'm stronger than I think I am. I am victorious. -JRM 2.1.15 Love is a word tossed around in the winds of our breath,
Traveling across thousands of tongues, But knowing not where it came from, Man searches and searches for love, knowing not that the love that we desire is rooted within us, Man decides if they’ll wait for their destined mate or travel with lust, But I stand firm, that Jesus is the root of all love, for no man will ever lock hands with mine unless his hands are dipped in the heart of Christ above, And I’ll know when he comes, Because his heart will be engraved with His word, His mind will be deeply tuned into God’s grace, And his love will imitate the love that was shed on the cross, I’ll know when he comes, Because his words will travel though my ear and cleans me from the inside out, His presence will shine so bright that it will blind me in the most perfect way, His words will melt onto my heart like the blood of Jesus did, And his eyes will burn into mine, striking passion that has never been stuck within me, So, yes, indeed, I will know when he comes, His mind will be so connected with the Holy Spirit, that mine will connect to his like a magnet, for everywhere he goes, I will follow, Because he will be a leader, like Moses, And his tongue will produce power that will enlighten me, So definitely, I’ll know when he comes, Because the way he carries himself will be the same way that Jesus carried the cross- with unconditional love and affection for all, And every time he will touch me, I will feel the presence of God because the word will live within him, I’ll know when he comes, Because in the beginning there was the word, And if he does not glow a projection of Christ, Then there will be no love at first sight, So yes, I’ll wait; I’ll know when he comes, Because his language will whisper in the wind, “I love you.” And it will travel to my heart, And help it prosper in the Lord. I’ll wait for you. –J.R.M 2.19.15 |