In the Arms of Perfection

     Lying in the arms of perfection, I find my incandescent bliss. I cannot bring myself to choose a single blessing to dote on...since those blissful things lie on an perfectly endless list. However, tonight, I feel I am wrapped in the arms of it all. And I could care less of anything but praise for it. See, I have earned none yet received all of this. Oh this bliss, this perfection that has stolen my life...and it can do whatever it pleases with me. I yield to it because this season overwhelms me. The choice that led to the bestowing of this life on me was no doubt made by my Creator. How else could so much love and good be drawn to one person? He loves me unconditionally, this I know. For His words with His actions....they daily tell me so. Where I'd be without His perfection surrounding me....is no more than the dull description of the color gray. See, His love brings the colors of an abstract painting...one of beauty which seems impossible. With thousands of shades, each intriguing in a most intricate, detailed way. My attention has been caught...by this beautiful thing He has done. I say it as singular, because there is no way to divide the millions of blessings He has so gracefully done. So I lie in His arms of perfection...feeling His skin...His salvation. Which comes with an inheritance full of eternal love and joy so much! The extent of it cannot be uttered. A phrase to insinuate my thankfulness in return just doesn't seem enough. All I can give to prove the fact of it is...all that I am. That and all that I have. This is why you now will notice...on my face, forever a smile. And a forever in a flow from my chest, wirh love for all to see. For giving all of me to my God brings these things I mention to me. Now, in summation, In the arms of perfection will I forever be found. Only because the grace of my Father has graciously allowed. His allowance for my life to be lived just this way, is just the beginning of the things He does for me. The extent of it all...I could never fully say. He is perfect. He is just so perfect in every way.

Good Morning, George.

How are you? I hope you're feeling fine. I don't know what I've come to say, but I figured I may as well sit and chat while I have the time. I'm here now, and I'm thinking...what would you say back to me if you were a literal person? I know you're just my writings. But what if you had thoughts and opinions of your own? What would you think of yourself? What kind of feedback would you give me if you could read yourself?
     If you could even think at all, you would probably use all your thoughts to be mad at me for not giving you more life. I'm sorry, I just don't know where my head's been lately. It hasn't been anywhere bad. I've been spending my time wisely in the will of God, I believe. I just haven't been able to get to you for some reason. I promise, I've tried! Please don't think our relationship is not important to me. The way I see it, you're the most important blessing God ever gave me. I just haven't been able to find you. I think I'm gonna be here now though, so fret not.
    I wont allow he who would keep me away from you to blind me with the blessing God has given me of this purely blissful time in my life. Now is when I learn to enjoy His blessings, and derive inspiration for your wording at the same time.
   You see, George...I don't want the words that make you to me my own. I want your words to be God's words. I want them to be His promises and His thoughts. I don't want to write you for myself, I want to write you for Him. Every line, every verse, every single word...I want them to point to His glory. I want you to be records of the things He thinks about.
    For that to be, I must take on the mind if Christ. I must see people, souls, and situations the way that He does. And I must handle each of those with the same love He would. I must think, and see the world through His eyes...the way He sees it. And George, I want to be able to explain those things to people through you! I want you to be a candle- a torch rather...that brightly blazes God's light for all the world to see. Dear, sweet George...I want you to be a witness. I want you to be a teacher. I want you to preach to people. I want you to reach people. I want you to do more than I ever could on my own. I know without a doubt in my mind that God has given you to me for a purpose. And Georgie buddy...I promise to never let you die out! We will always be used together. No matter what He calls us to do. ;)

The Next Thing

Now that I realize I have long ago escaped you. Now that I've escaped that awful thing which contains so much young life, I proceed. I press toward the mark mark of the prize, who's place is craved by all those she still live with you.
     Behold, freedom is what I hold! Now, what you do with it, I was never actually told. To grow, yes of course that must be next on the list. But, in which way to move, the true question sits. Now that I've conquered pain, suffering, and death... What left is there to do? What is left to overcome? Should I continue on the more, just to wait for another battle? It pains me to have to write this, but I'm not sure I can't wait any longer! I fear, sweet dear, my mind and soul are growing quite restless.
    Yes, that mind that desires to be used, that eye that desires so badly to see... they need something to accomplish. They can no longer sit here, just staring into my own personal abyss. They, I, we, had so long desired freedom. But now, so much more than that, we desire productivity. We hold inside of us, a power- a potential if you will. But here in this house, there's nothing to use it against...at least that I can tell! So now, we see the gate. The gates of flood, that is. The flood of souls, out there waiting. The many people who sit, and walk, and breathe... just as calmly as doves, as if they don't know they're on their way to hell. The souls who's destinies are hanging in the balance... What do we do for them? How do we save them? That...oh sweet dear...that must be the next thing for me to find out.

What Stirs You?

   To bitterness, to fear, to hurt...I salute you. You have had your way with me time and time again. And alas, I no longer feel the need to fight you. I'll admit, since my conquering of you, things have been a slightly bit dull around here. But, not to fret! My growth steadily continues. Whilst it's true, I do sometimes miss the inspiration which you were so kind to hand out to me... my cup now overfloweth with joy!
      I have yet to find my next inspiration. Except I know it will again hail from deep, intense emotion. Thoughts of the past mustn't be what ignites my mind. Even learning new things from long ago can still cause pain, this is true. But, why must my mind think that inspiration comes only by you? It mustn't any longer.
     God, help me find my inspiration. I wish to be a philosopher in thought. But, I pray for that not to operate through suffering. Bring to me, my next outlet. Guide to me, the next step, or level if you choose. Show me all new of what's inside of me. Sweet Lord, break my heart with emotions that are true. I ask not for a broken heart in pain. But, please, break my heart to let the deep blood of my emotions flow into and through a passion, towards my gift from you. Let it be more than words on a sheet- more than words spoken aloud. Let the joy in the sound of my deepest heart ring out in a crazed frienzy, only to show more of your beauty. Give me words... Any words, I'll take. So long as they're real, so long as they're true... Let it be so, dear Lord, I feel that now the time is finally due.

In The Beginning, She Sat There Quietly...

In the beginning, she sat there quietly... In fear of what to do, she did  nothing. She waited quietly for the moment to pass, and in turn, she wasted every gift she was given. She was so focused on what she was convinced she couldn't do that she never accomplished the tiny milestones in front of her. She never grew. She only fled. In her fleeing she learned only what it meant to feel insufficient and unworthy. She learned the feeling of inadequacy, but not to the point for it to stir her to action...only to scare her further into a shell...further into a cage. I'll never understand why, but she never gave herself to the talents God had put in her. On that note, she halted every the action of giving anything to God.

Well, God, I'm here now. I want what you have for me, and I want the talents you have blessed me with. I want the desire, the passion, and the love that I once was saturated with. I pray now for that fire, that drive, that thrill. I ask for that unquenchable thirst for knowledge and depth to take over my mind. I wish to be filled with wisdom and prayers beyond my years. And, I wish to live separately, even from he who I am closest to on this earth. I crave, Lord, for individuality, for words to consume me in the most meaningfully way possible. I want to be taken away.. I want to be reminded of how badly I want that. I want to soar...both mentally and emotionally. Spiritually, I want to go beyond this whole world. I want to be LOST in love with everything about you. So much so that when I focus on it...I don't even know what earthly love is. I want that thing that I used to write about...that place that I used to know. I want my prayer meetings to consist of drunkenness in the Holy Ghost. I want to get there through worship. I want to be taken away with and by an adoration that fills my every thought with you. Lord, I want to love you...like I've never loved you before. Give me the strength, and the boldness, to never run from what you've given me. Give me the confidence to continuously take steps forward, and to complete each task and milestone you set before me. Father, let it be so. In Jesus' name.