herlucidlife

No longer hurt at how people come to me, it’s more so a huge reflection of the low level of self worth they have in themselves. I’ve had a tumultuous time with the opposite sex recently. Coming from all corners, different age groups from young to old, never really knowing who’s watching. Knowing whom and what I need and want. Not searching for the other because as I’m focused on submitting to the Father, yet so is my counterpart. The time has not come for His arrival, both busy living for God at the correct time our paths will cross because the intersection of our God given purpose will touch. Not mistaking who is for me, I’ve seen a little too much from those that mean no good. 

Seen as something disposable, an object for their physical pleasure. I’m beginning to see myself independent of my body. When the thought of who I am comes to the brain…spiritual, a daughter of the Most High, connected to the Creator of the galaxies. Divine in nature, having every emotion ready to be used for His goodness. Moving with zeal, my body is futile, passing away with each ticking time. My soul is eternal, lasting forever one day to be joined with God. I am not just a “body” to be used, splashed on with manly liquid with no intent to go further. Something in me makes my stomach turn at the lack of well being. 

I mean every person coming into my presence well, even if I move away from you know I did it to protect me, not to harm you. Unfortunately not always reciprocated, no grudge held against the other party just know I will depart myself at all times when the need presents itself. Learning the pattern of the childish man’s ways, some operating out of trauma while others move with selfish gain. Just the simple approach of a man can share his intent, finding red flags on every page. I pray to God above that I’m able to sniff out those that try to cover their stench with the false presence of God. For the untrue prophet is the most dangerous creature. 

Satan unfortunately listens to my prayers trying to give what I want in a gift wrapped with arsenic. Gaining permission from God, He always works out the mistake for my good. The hurt for my benefit, the pain for my growth. I find comfort in knowing that even Satan has to answer to God. Thinking he wins every time, God always has the last word. Learning about His character and Word everyday, He’s equipping me with the correct knowledge for the blessings and trials ahead.