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Don’t Make Love A Sport!
Why do we tend to fake right, then go left. Trying to avoid an encounter, with matters of the heart. Trying to be a baller, when you just need to be the man… you’re needed to be. Just relying on the high, but then it’s the love… fade away; no follow through. Love is not a game, the heart not something to be played with. Love is a gift to treasure, cherished, adored. Embraced, held real close; if you truly want to win a heart. Love should never be gambled away, betting that the love will always be there. Relying on lady luck, or too hot to lose. You may have the best poker face, but can you read when the time has come… to go all in? Don’t let it be a guessing game, or just trying to read facial expressions. It should always be the moment, you made the commitment; to put all your heart on the table!
Hearts are often broken, the moment such a precious gift. Is put on a shelf like a trophy, then forgotten by the heart. Just there to be shown off, as your most prized accomplishment. A love in plain sight, but lacking so much attention… to what is in the details. You see, I know this. For I have dropped the ball, fumbled; struck out a few too many times. Missed a wide open opportunity, to catch a heart in need. You can think you’ve scored a touchdown in love, but still have a flag on the play. Only to repeat, what you believed to be the right move. The love needs to touch… deep down within the heart. Just like when it was a knee down, and the love within the heart… not just emotions. Come correct, show what your heart is working with!
Yes, sometimes it can feel, like the goal post keeps moving. Don’t lose hope, keep making the attempt; be in it, to win at it. It’s not about making all the right decisions, but that you continue to be faithful… even in the little things. Eventually there will be a shift, a true coming together… between heart and soul. If you truly want love, to be forever in love? Turn off the shot clock, it’s not about who gets in the best shots. Throw away the score card, it’s not about how many rounds you can endure. Don’t let it be a love T.K.O. Fight for forever and always. Forget about the highlight reel, but keeping it real. Don’t make it be about hang… in time, or about a love of the games. The only question you need to ask yourself. Do you want to retire… each night next to someone special, or about letting a devastating injury; be two broken… hearts? Don’t Make Love a Sport, but a matter of the heart. Winning in love should truly everything, it was meant to be!
WCR
A Friday Story; The Arrested Heart!
Most hearts believe they’re living free, but yet still not knowing; how to escape a prison, built within their own mind. Even a beautiful mind, can still contemplate. What would become of their heart, if the power of positive thinking. Could control the desired outcome; within mind, body, and soul? How can a heart ever realize true freedom, if thoughts alone are able to arrest the heart? As a child, my heart found solace; living in an introverted world. Alone within my own closed off minded thinking, enamored with me, myself, and I. My heart became the easy target, to what might seem like a victimless crime. Someone trying to make a withdrawal, without first making an adequate deposit. Love was the currency, but my heart was heavily guarded!
A prisoner to a mind always thinking, always twinkling; trying to make light, a vivid imagination. A heart living within my cold world, and those around me… numb to the chaos. So therefore, it became a heart arrested. Locked up in a solitary confinement, by thoughts becoming. Handcuffed to, but not shackled by. Chains fall, didn’t have the power to bind. When a soul is predestined, to live free… of the darkness. A soul learning how to thrive, not just survive. Within a solitary confinement, there was an interlude; a breaking point. My heart was hearing whispers, underneath my breath. It wasn’t a mind going crazy, but a heart learning how to breathe… for the first time. A mind letting go, a heart learning how to take control. My truth has power, my heart with words to resonate. A soul getting a moment, to speak through the voice called love!
That’s the back story, a heart trying to tell the story; love is the storyteller. My heart is just the pen, the love is the ink. The journey is life, but the story is the journey. The best part, started with hands up; then on my knees. It was a soul surrender, the Arresting of a heart; was the humbling experience. A soul face down in the muck, a jar of clay being molded; beauty for ashes. For a heart that never banked, on being a Teller… of stories. A heart coming from living in an introverted world. My heart was never interested, in making substantive withdrawals. I learned from an early age, that the thief comes to steal; but that never bothered my mind. You see, when you haven’t really been given the kind of love, worth depositing. The love isn’t something, my heart could bank on. But unbeknownst to my heart, there was a lover of my soul!
Judge, I throw my soul… at the foot of Your mercy. Sentence my mind, forty days and forty night. Let my heart go free, with time served; within a solitary confinement. I will never again, allow my love; to be confined, but defined. Defining moments within life, to see a mind release, a heart freed. No more walls, the love once locked away… now forever set free. Why the latter, better than the former. A heart no longer enslaved, not to fear; but a captivating mind. I had to let love raid my mind, invade my soul. So that a prevailing love, could set free… a captivated heart. Love, arrest my heart. If an over zealous mind, tries to put a heart set free; into another Solitary Confinement!
WCR
The Mirror!
A reflection, sometimes it’s a need to just reflect; to look deep within. What can be seen, may not always tell the story. They say, “a picture is worth a thousand words.” But tell me this, why do we tend to only look upon a reflection; thinking we know the whole story? A thousand reflections, can convey pieces of a picture. But the essence is still in what you see, as your true worth. A one sided reflection, is still a mirror made of glass. Paint your own picture, but let it be a true reflection… of the image of love. Flaws doesn’t mean, not a masterpiece. Broken doesn’t mean, not still a mirror. Seeing can sometimes be deceiving, if believing isn’t always part of the seeing!
Without a true reflection, of what you’re looking for? A mirror will only show the outer, never what’s deep down inside; where the truth unfolds. Seeing clearly, isn’t just recognizing what’s revealed; but also seeing what needs to change… within? If the lens within a soul is unclear, and the heart is still going through a phase; the image is just a haze. A mirror reveals, but it’s the heart that’s revealing; who you truly are… inside. So many hearts think it’s all about the light, but the question is this; what light do you reflect? Object in a mirror, are closer than they appear. So we constantly need to check our blind spots, not just what looks good… to our own perspective!
For change to be clear, to be truly noticeable? You need not rather to believe your eyes, but truly trust your heart. The glass half empty approach, is just a watered down version… of the truth. Not a true heart reflection, a heart with a substantive outlook… to life. So many outlooks have a distinct reflection within the mind, but doesn’t reflect the true nature of the heart and soul. A mirror is just for show, the here and now; never the future version of yourself. Plan for the future, but life is lived… one day at a time. Reflect, but know the vision; can sometimes have a slight glare. Making it hard to notice, a crack along the surface… of the heart!
We can use a mirror as a looking glass, but you still have to love what you see? We tend to have confidence, trusting what our eyes can see. But are you truly confident, you can always see the best in you? What should always be on display, the true reflection of a heart. Mirrors are wonderful, they can show so much; but won’t show everything. We have to know how to consolidate; the image you see, and who you are… inside. Two reflections becoming one; the reflective, with the reality. We first have to move past the seen, to know to be moved by the unseen. It’s not just a look on… the surface, but a look within. To check what is the true lasting reflection, within your heart!
WCR
Irreplaceable!
Your love has given my heart, an irreplaceable gift; when my soul was so much in need.
Fortifies my truth, when my trust is vulnerable. Showers my heart with love, when my soul becomes like a desert; thirsty for Your love to reign.
A love so personal, but yet has given my heart… so much to share. Mine day after day, but day after day what my soul holds dear; the moments alone we share.
I won’t ever fear my tomorrow, Your love is what my soul needs today. Your love is my peace, my source of strength; my forever embrace.
Your love is a gift, sweeter than a rose; and with an everlasting bloom. My heart can do without a lot of things, but what my soul could never do without; Your Irreplaceable love!
WCR
Fun Friday; The Tool, within the Chest!
Open up my heart, search the four corners of my soul. Check every single nook and crevice. May your love truly find, everything your heart is looking for? Woman, the first thing you should want to do; grab the screwdriver. Just so no other love, can ever touch my heart the same way. My heart is a bit unique, but a cookie cutter… what my love will never be. So no need to ever hesitate, to secure my heart to your love. Woman, if you truly want to know, the true measure of my love? If you absolutely need to know, the length, the width, the depth of my heart; first you need to know the breadth. I truly hope my love measures up, that it forever meets your expectations. I hope you will always feel the love, but forever know the texture… of my heart?
Sweet lady, you never have to be scared of my chest. The tools are sharp, but the rough edges exposed. My heart is a bit edgy, but even a lady of a higher class. Will forever come to appreciate the rugged exterior, and the faithful heart inside. So, every time you feel a need. Take out the sharpest chisel, and use your love to shave off the most annoying parts. Like I said, for you… I will forever leave my heart exposed. Woman, the love within my chest, there’s a special compartment for only you. Only one other, will have access to my whole heart. The one who created the chest, and built a truly special place within… for you. It might seem, my chest has all the right tools. But your love still needs to help, to show me how to use them all.. in the right way! So move my soul, and let my heart be what you can find to treasure… from within my chest!
Fly girl, stop; hammer time. Girl, it’s too late. You can’t touch this, but your love already made my heart… bust a move. You made a sweet impression, and made my heart drop the beat. Your love reached into my chest, and touched my heart. All the love and passion, went Deep in… to my soul. Girl, you might think I was born a kool cat? But I tell you, your love has my heart charmed… I’m sure. Turned my heart into a smooth talker. Girl, you’re so silly. You didn’t even know, when your love first touched my heart; you had me at hello. Girl, wait a minute; I see how you roll… your eyes. Your heart is the real deal, a bonafide tomboy. So, without further ado, show me what you’re working with; show me the girl power. Grab a power tool, but don’t get my heart twisted. The tool within my chest, “Batteries Not Included;” it’s plugged into a source, with Total Power!
Now you might think, that I operate on cordless; it’s reinforced heartstrings. Girl, every tool within my chest; has a tie that binds. So let me drill down on this point; “My heart comes with a lifetime guarantee, that the love will last forever!” So, right off the bat let me tell you; my lips have never tasted alcohol. Why within my chest, you will never find any Scotch… tape. With every conversation, there’s always two sides. Stick this promise to your heart, my love doesn’t come with any double talk. Woman, within my chest; you will see some Masking tape. But lets make a pact, down the road of life together. Let true love, be called our De-Mask-Us. Where the love can be truly open, and always transparent. Girl Duck… tape has the strongest adhesive. If you ever feel a need, to hear just my heart? Tape my mouth shut, so the tool within my chest; can be forever heard!
WCR
Deep In!
Sometimes it’s deep in thought, but yet at the same time; it should never be, as a mind thinketh. I am a thinker, will never consider myself an intellect. For wisdom is learned, true knowledge manifested. When the thoughts are of a higher learning, steeped within a Divine intervention. Many believe their hearts to be deep, but still can’t seem to wrap their mind; around that which is truly profound. It’s okay to be deep in, but if the mind is what foremost rules? The heart will never be the true influence, for what governs the thought process. So many think… that it’s always a bad thing, for a heart to be lost. The question is, what’s it lost in; and what has captured the soul?
Deep in, should never be whether sink or swim. Don’t ever let your heart be content, with just floating. For when the heart becomes eMotionless, the love may already be dead. Just a toe in, will test the water, but being submerged; will be the test… proof of a faithful heart. It should never worry about how deep the ocean, but trying to understand true depth. So many say they’re deep in love, but when the tide rises. Fear grips the heart, a soul no longer wanting to get swept away… by love. A heart afraid a true commitment, a soul afraid to get lost… within a tidal wave of true eMotions. So many rely on their emotion to set the stage, but forget that faithfulness; will always be more reliable than raw emotions!
I’m not a scholar, but I do know hot water burns. When you don’t stop to gauge the temperature, of your own heart. Deep in, doesn’t mean over your head. When you truly have a love, that steadies the soul. So many believe, if a heart wants to take a deep dive. It means going off the deep end, with reckless abandonment. But that’s just it, you have to abandon shallow end… in mind thinking. If you truly want the in love, to be a reflection of deeply. Get wisdom, but with all your getting; get the understanding. In too deep, means a heart never wanting to leave that place. A place where a deeper understanding, will always mean a love going… Deeper!
WCR
A Story; The Relentless Pursuit!
As a child, my heart mastered the art; seen, but not heard. So therefore, why show emotion; when you can hide your feelings in plain sight? Hide and seek, might seem like just child’s play. But hence the game-changer, what forced me deeper into hiding? The games the adults around me loved to play, just seemed so childish. The moral of that part of the story. I thought my heart was good at hiding, unbeknownst to my soul; a love was in relentless pursuit!
They say when two hearts meet, the reaction is a fall… in love. But then for some, it’s a quick to forget; the falling is an action, that requires a forward momentum. Why do so many hearts, only remember the feeling… at first contact. Only to forget what caused the move, and why you fell… in the first place? Don’t get me wrong, within this love experience; and my own heart exploration. My heart has spent many days running, but it’s the years… that took a toll. What I mean by that? My heart has always been faithful, but when you’ve never been taught how to love. To truly understand, of how to reciprocate it in full. Becomes so much time lost, pursing an understanding… of your own heart and soul. The moral of this part of the story? Every day, and every season; the love needs to be a fall, or the love isn’t truly moving!
For me, love is as simple as this; “either you do, or you don’t!” Love is a color, not fifty shades… of something you can’t recognize. Love can sometimes seem like a catch me if you can, or tag you’re it… for now. Love should always be a relentless pursuit. The seeking is the find, the finding is the having; a forever need… to always want to seek. I have two deep loves in my life. One I love deeply, the other an even deeper love. A love captivated, but forever enlightens. A love that captures, to forever make your soul free. My heart can write a thousand stories, but the ending will always be the same. My hero gets my heart, to go with an already surrendered soul. The moral of this part of the story? Love is not about the thrill, or even a rush; love is about a relentless pursuit!
From the moment my soul rises, to the moment my heart is at peace. My affection becomes the pursuit, of Your love. Stopping will never mean there’s a restart; the love is constant. Resting doesn’t mean too tired, of needing another moment… with You. The adventuring out, is the discovering… within. How to chase after, to pursue a love so relentless; but the pursuit is just the start. There has to be a heart to heart, not just curled up with the good book. Be captured by words that moves, but immersed within a loving embrace. You want to know where, my heart learned the relentless pursuit? It’s just an imitation, of my daddy’s love. As a child, His relentless whispers of love. Just like a leaf, His love is the wind. Chasing after my heart, dancing within my soul. My son, You’re It… the one my love is after. Up on His love, where I could always see my forever. Now it’s my love, in pursuit of His heart. The moral of this part of the story? Though the chase ended, thus the beginning; The Relentless Pursuit!
WCR
A Thank You Letter!
Where do I start, from my perspective; when my heart began, isn’t where the love started. There was a birth, but breath isn’t what gave my soul life. I can breathe, but the true breadth; within a true depth of love. I am loved, but loved is what I am. The thief that comes to steal; lack of thanks, and a grateful heart. Every day I give thanks, but every day; I will live a thankful life. Live the promise, live faithful within all the promises; my promise to You. When I say Father, only one love can answer. The only Father, my heart has ever known. When I say Dad, only one heart answers. A Daddy, never hesitating to give my heart… unconditional love. When I say God, my heart and soul knows only one!
Thank You, for what Your love has meant for my heart. For all the blessings, a wonderful wife and family. Stuff, to make a heart absolutely full, and so overwhelmed. All my life, Your love has been so faithful. Your love, is so so good. You are the Father, Your love forever being a best friend. I live in Your goodness, as a Daddy’s love should be. Thank You, for being all one in the same; completely all I need. Darkness can’t outshine the glory. Unbelief can’t make the glory disappear. Time, will never change the glory. Loud over bearing hearts, can’t suppress the glory truly means. One thing remains; what was, still is. Now, always, and forevermore; Your love will forever reign, within my heart and soul!
WCR
Extravagant Love!
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