They call me blondie. (Yes, I sometimes live up to this stereotype;)
Im a storyteller and creative. I tell stories through LIVE events and Media (Hosting and Producing). I'm a Fitness Pro and a Pro Traveler with a strong desire to change the world. My thoughts are written on faith, risk, adventures and LIFE!
Im passionate about Life, People, and HIM!
Enjoying the journey every step of the way.
Sweet sunrise; upset surprise
spoken word piece by wj...
Why the insecurity?
Why the confusion,
We awake, the sun rises.
Head-strong: confront the day;
plan is? no surprises
then it hits – Crisis.
Thoughts start spiralin’
And the back and forth limbo: “was it me? …Or was it he?”
And without a word that is even spoken, the devil takes hold and starts runnin…
Those thoughts :(
For a split second you actually know its not true, but the battle begins and he’s on to you.
“But he meant it by his actions” …our own mind deceives us and we somehow allow the enemy to convince our insecurities are what make us.
Not pretty enough.
Not thin enough…
Not worthy of time or space.
“Do they even look at your face? …when you speak” the voice speaks.
And you suddenly feel like you’re 3ft tall,
spinning & twirling in that bright yellow dress;
“Daddy! look at me... Am I your princess?”
When in reality he’s too caught up in his own mess
to lift a brow, take a look, smile & say:
“Yes, my child. I see…
My oh my, whatta beauty”
With thoughts not being quite understood,
you wonder how you just got from where you sit today to thinking of yesterday
and dreaming about another day…
You shake it off.
“silly thoughts” you think.
....But wait. Isn’t that just what he wanted?
You think it’s a fantasy,
when in real life, you can’t see:
You’re being deceived by the one with a great ability to lie.
He’s called a snake for a reason, my dear.
Today like last time, you’ve somehow convinced yourself you’re not enough.
When history repeats itself,
and before you can seek the help,
you reject those impurities that are really just lies clothed in-insecurities.
What started with a funk,
or some mind junk you let getaway,
the enemy took it and decided it was too fun not to play...
The non-verbal ques added to the scenario,
but he doesn’t ask permission before he goes, a
nd without taking “every thought captive” our sweet sunrise, and upset-surprise catches us.
“Be on guard” Corinthians tells us.
“Stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong”
Resist the evil one and he will flea. Perhaps tomorrow’s sun-rise will be a Sweet-surprise; and You can rejoice in finding your refuge, in the TRUTH of HIS Eyes!
If you're over the age of 26 most of you have probably seen "When Harry Met Sally", a popular 80s movie about friends becoming lovers, then back to friends, then ultimately ending up together. The funny part about the movie is the commentators and camera "confessionals" where Harry and Sally talk about how they can, or CANT, have friends of the opposite sex because sex always gets in the way.
Well, in some subcultures, esp once married, its almost as if having opposite-sex friendships is taboo. This makes me sad. Thankfully I have friends ok with going against the religious cultural 'norm', but then again, I have always been a rebel. I'd like to think Jesus was a rebel too. Afterall, didn't he hang out with prostitutes? And his guy friends weren't exactly class president. So while I may appear a bit "rebel-ish" I don't want you to mistake this for being ok with going against values and standards…
Ok so, here's the thing... I don't want to just be average.
I have a really close friend who is an artist and we've talked about the type of people she wants to associate her work with. She's not just any artist though. You see; She is totally brilliant! Her art reaches some of the highest echelon of people in NYC and for so long, she didn't even have a public website because her clientele was based off referrals only, and in-person meetings. "Couture" or "high-art" as they call it. In a conversation she and I had, once upon a time, she told me she had worked with a couple of guys that 'claimed to walk with Jesus' then were poor workers, did a bad job, and were totally lazy. Sadly, she was scarred by that experience that she typically actually 'prefers' to work with people other than professing Christians. This makes me sad. And yet, I can understand.
You see. If we run around telling everyone about our faith and wear it …
Well..... <insert sigh>
Here's the reality: There are days that seem beautiful & bright, and everything feels right! Then there are the other days. Those days you just don't know. You get through it because you have to. You put on your best face (makeup & all, because you know it could be scary not to 😜) and you show up!
This was one of those days.
I had spent a good part of it fighting for the self-worth of a friend who was believing lies about her existence. Encouraging her in the midst of some deep pain & feelings of loss, offering what I knew to be true of His promises to never leave or forsake, that God sees her, that he knows every broken place, that he wants to heal and redeem even the places we don't know we're broken in.... But fast forward & then it hit me: the depth of questions & emotions. Struggling as an artist wondering if anyone really understands my call. Curious if I was pursuing the wrong "call" or direction af…