At this moment I am truly blessed as my soul desperately screams to be free. So, I am calling out to my LORD JESUS and seeking to do HIS will as I fall to my knees in reverence and piety; consequently, again I ask, forgive me LORD. I am available to you and the will of GOD is my freedom because I am trusting in HIM.
Strength comes from holding a child in your arms. . .smells like a baby. . .Oh, all the love you’ve given has really made me strong; yet now, I am grown, there’s no longer any strength to be discovered in your arms.
It’s me. . .remember me? You conceived me. . .and carried me those long lunar months.It’s me. . .remember me? You carried, nurtured and protected me. . .and now you making me feel dejected. . .subjected even
Your arms are no longer offered (to me). Love is no longer free. . .how could this be?
Hey mom did you forget it’s me. . .the daughter whom you protected and nurtured is now feeling rejected.2012
It took a while to get to my happy place. . .a lot of anger, grief, and tears; however, through Christ, I persevered.
Psalm 139:13-16 MSG
When your parents bring you up and not prop you up can tell you a great deal about a folk. For a season in my life, I lost my Mom’s respect. My response was to write it (blogging) about it so that I could get to a point where she and I could discuss the matter. We discussed the matter. You see I was all about being accepted in the area of my mind of the hurt child and not the forgiven adult; and consequently, after realizing that the error was mine and that It was my Mom’s anger towards my actions that helped to get me on the right track. I thank God for a loving and forgiving Mother.
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