They Call Me Blondie

I find myself driving and oops there i go... headspin... I'm suddenly back to where I was, oh, 2yrs ago. 6mos ago. 8 DAYS ago. Again. Except this time its with a NEW view and a DIFFerent tune. Waiting. Awesome. Isnt it? I find myself asking "Lord, did i hear you the first time?"or in a bewildered state;  I hesitate.  And meditate  to formulate the words—  and then....   release. ahhhh.  ....and I, I cannot bring more to the tip of my tongue to rattle off some religious prayer  or words like its what You wanna hear  and i s..s..stutter through because i feel like I have no words left to utter a glimpse into the wreckage and turmoil I'm in.. I have. no. words.  God. I need a revelation!  I just really want to know if your near me;  Lord Do you hear me?! And so I'm stuck.  I keep driving. and thinking.  and processing.  Lingering....  My heart is overwhelmed a...

spoken word piece by wj... Why the insecurity? Why the confusion, the doubt, the mystery? We awake, the sun rises. Head-strong: confront the day;  plan is? no surprises then it hits – Crisis. Thoughts start spiralin’ “must’ve been…” 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 :( “No! Stop!”   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. Rejection. Annoyance. Not pretty enough. Not thin enough… Dumb. Not worthy of time or space. “ Do they even look at your face? …when you speak ” the voice speaks.   And...