herlucidlife

Surrendering the majority for the minority, freedom filling the lungs. Those I love most have full access to my being, including every heartbeat. Those who have done me wrong will always house forgiveness, my Father will need to relay the message of reconciliation as it could pour poison into my flesh. Not all reunions are birthed from God. Sharing my dismay with our dear friend, he was blown away at your behavior. Though not wanting to believe he knew I was telling the truth, lying on your name does nothing for me. I would have loved to rave about how great you are but I just couldn’t because all you spewed was fleshly venom. 

Not even knowing you were blocked, meaning you never looked for me further confirming the decision to leave you behind was correct. Only caring after it was purely evident of the wall, indifference seeps into my soul when I think of you. Literally not liking your being, you’ll always have my respect because the Father commanded I treat all with love. My Father has saved you and me from the anger hiding in my bones. Not well to carry around vexation, no really I just simply look past you. I look over your head into the horizon God has opened. 

You don’t read so I’ll keep it short, please find yourself at His feet. Not being spiritual is not an excuse to treat people badly yet it’s the only reason you have because it’s the only cup that’s full. Locate the Throne of God, you need Him not an exception to the rule, the only law that matters is God’s Law. The only words that matter are God’s Word and if you’re not speaking over yourself with His language then life is in vain. Vanity has held you close for so long, it’s become the reason you think young ladies flock yet genuine people will only want to be around the personality housing truth. 

Carrying around virtue it simply lays dormant because the Giver of Goodness has not been allowed to penetrate your heart. Honestly, I have a hard time not focusing on the seen. My mind likes to sniff crap knowing it already stinks. Though apathy has set in, it still hurts and my mind still wishes it wasn’t true. Knowing the truth it’s blatantly obvious, I want to muddle over your presence in my mind because it brings some kind of coziness. I still love you J yet I’ll not be your punching bag. I’ll not lay my heart down to be stepped on again because you don’t use caution against me. 

Often confusing soft words for love when really harsh phrases can be loving too, when given with the intent to heal. Telling you things for your own good I thought I’d not loved you correctly because I spoke things that felt out of turn. Maybe love can be destructive because it tears down the things we thought were okay. Love transforms yet some disturbance must take place in order for new life to be brought forth.