


May the day find your heart well, may it be inspired to be swell. Though the night fall, there’s a light. Love, bares the name! If you wish, save a copy! Blessings!
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May the day find your heart well, may it be inspired to be swell. Though the night fall, there’s a light. Love, bares the name! If you wish, save a copy! Blessings!
WCR

To catch that second wind, the First, then the last. A heart inspired, likened to poetry, in the eMotion. A soul learning to always know, grateful soars higher, on the wind called graceful. When the day, wants to take the last gasp. The clasps, not about holding tight to every breath. But being free, with the wind at your back. On the wings, love and a heart trying to yet sing; but therein this one thing, catch the second wind. The wind, that takes you to the place of inspiration. A place where, the feeling is called accomplished. Where overwhelming, still the sense of knowing blessed. Even if the road, is called second chance. Where the heart, find the strength. To crawl, then walk; still run the race. Catch another wave, and go get it. Even if the day, wants to take hostage. Take the breadth, from the love you know. Let it know, your hearts already a place, called breathlessly. Where out of breath, is in the state of breath-taking. A soul living, beyond what was, one breath at a time. A second wind, a heart with the ability to breathe… freely, exercised by the faith therein. Not in your own strength, that’s how you catch, that second wind!
Halfway up, still halfway down. Halfway through the journey, will never know; it is finished. ” Even, with the wind at your back. Every recovery, will never be apparent. Sometimes, the distance becomes overwhelmed, by the miles. Second guessing, becoming another winding trek. The thought, to believing. Not moving the six inches, from head to heart. Loss and redemption, found in the same breath. When, the wind gets knocked out of you. Every borrowed breath, knowing God’s love, and grace. Too tired to continue, becomes a heart suddenly. With the renewed strength, to turn around what is, to what in the gusto, the victory will become. Every day, there’s a new exertion; but in every determination, without the pressing in. The press on, is meaningless. If every second, becomes chasing the wind; not His heart. The balance; for mind, body, and soul. Your respiration, an intake of inspiration; through a moment of restoration. The renewed confidence, exercised through a moment; knowing His love, makes breathing that much easier. A heart can only breathe deeply, when a soul truly knows; love is in the air. Hovering, to help you; Catch, the Second Wind!

Grace, let me paint the picture. Your heart, the portray a flawless crimson masterpiece. My heart, just the pen; your love the ink. I have words, but they can never adequately capture; the true breadth. How you have showed my heart, a love so undeserved. Unmerited, unconditional; bringing with it so much favor. Even when, you know it will surely be the fall. From another stumble, over my own heart. Chasing shadows, reveals a foolish heart. Knowing, that without Grace; my destiny wouldn’t be unveiled. A heart could never know, He is risen? Being gracefully broken, not where the story ends. My soul, is truly grateful. Grace, won’t you tell my heart this. Why do you always, feel the need to move toward me; chase after my heart? You even run before me, so you will always be there. I can trust you with the future, for you’re already there. You’re so faithful, wanting to meet me, where I’m at? Sometimes, my words runaway; a heart left speechless. Grace, forgive my heart, for asking so much questions. You surely must know, your love is so relentless. To arrest my heart, interrogates my soul; looking for the evidence. Your love, my breathless. Your heart, my breath it keeps taking. Stolen moment, don’t let them be sifted. My heart, no longer a slave to fear. Trust, and love; this is how I fight the battles.
Even for a heart so flawed, you made it your mission. To introduce my soul, to Hope. And now, it truly happily forever after. Whenever I feel, I’m losing hope. Grace, your love is always there to say; I’m here. The sun shining in the day, at night; the shadow by your side. And whenever, you’re completely still. Your love is the whisper, that makes my soul sing. Blessed Assurance, Grace will forever be. With every breath, that I am able. My heart, will make the goodness known. Oh Grace, my heart will echo your fame, my soul proclaims your name. How you came, to make life never the same. I raise a hallelujah, for your kindness is beyond measure. The weight of it, what bares my name. The breadth, has no comparison. The depth, unfathomable, but knowable. Grace, you have saved my soul. And now you have my back, against the blindsided attacks. Why my soul is now free, to live, breathe, and be. A heart outspoken, about a love so breathtakingly undeniable. Whenever, I look into your heart. My soul, can see a glimpse of heaven; through your divine love. My heart, becomes overwhelmed by your presence. You, in the here, and now; I don’t have to visit dreamland, For with You, my soul will live forever in glory-land. Mercy, your love has captured my gaze. Why, I’m absolutely lost for words. All my heart, can find to say; Grace, You’re Amazing!
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Every day, every hour, every minute, every second; with every heartbeat. Let your first love, be a heart of worship. A heart, moved by the breadth. The purest love, from a heart and soul; surrendered to the One. Let it be a lifestyle, for a lifetime; the air you breathe, to the end of your days. Every breath, likened to a breathtaking symphony, and a glorious hymn. Let love be in the rhythm, that soothes the blues. Let the beauty of His love, leave your heart in a breathless awe, of the wonder. A soul, experiencing the height, the length, the depth. A heart pouring love, until every drop becomes no more. Hush the day, to let your worship, wholeheartedly speak. The heart of God, is listening. Let His heart know, “His love,” is the reason. Why your soul, knows the greatest love song. It’s not about, what words are said, or learning the art. Just about having, The Heart of Worship!
“Sing to the LORD, all the earth; Proclaim the good news of His salvation from day to day. Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all peoples. For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; He is also to be feared [with awe-filled reverence] above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are [lifeless] idols, But the LORD made the heavens. Splendor and majesty are [found] in His presence; Strength and joy are [found] in His place (sanctuary). Ascribe to the LORD, O families of the peoples, Ascribe to the LORD glory and honor and strength. Ascribe to the LORD the glory and honor due His name; Bring an offering [of thanksgiving], and come before Him; Worship the LORD in the splendor of holiness. Tremble [reverently] before Him, all the earth; The world is firmly established, it will not be moved. Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; And let them say among the nations, “The LORD reigns.” 1 Chronicles 16:23-31 AMP
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When the day, won’t let your heart breathe. When breathless, turns into another battle. When breathing, becomes more than what’s in the give and take. When the moment, becomes your heart on display, and the truth being told. When trouble, finds your heart. Do you ditch your faith, or faithfully let your hope dig in? It’s so easy, to bury your heart, in the sands of time. Pretend you can’t hear, what your heart can undeniably feel; breath has been taken. The year, and the day begins anew. Every day, the heart and another battle. My world, and the day warring. Trying, to get the best of me. Death, an enemy so relentless. Already this year, it sought to take out my wife; but mercy said no. Only for our hearts, to be absolutely blindsided. The death of a child, caught in the crossfire. Though, hearts are deep in the trenches. Thank God, we can know; amazing grace, still has the sweetest sound. A heart, never alone in the battles. I’ve learned, to let grace be the anchor, that secures every breath. I can’t, always say my heart is fine; but my soul cleaves, to the glory of the divine. Cover fire, in the love of God; the burning light of hope!
My heart, has spent many years in the trenches. Trying my best, to cover hearts. Especially, the ones closest to mine. What do you do, when a light gets snuffed out? For me, and my heart; I turn to the one, who knows suffering. Love, will always have the final say. A heart, that can triumphantly say; Yay. When the circumstance seems, a resounding nay. In the trenches, I’ve found that battle scars. Doesn’t show a soul losing, just a heart tested. In the trench, a heart can still see so much evidence. That in every breath taking, love becomes held deeply; pressed up against your soul. Even when, night becomes the daunting foe. What dawns, will clearly show. Beyond the horizon, there awaits a field of gold; the half yet told. For even though, voices are the barrage. My heart, clings to the love; that’s never a mirage. Putting up walls, will never keep hurt out. It will, just keep the pain in. Trapped, with no place to go. Sometimes, it’s not about forging ahead; but training your heart, how to know the moment. To not just press on, but when it’s time to press in. My soul, will never breathe defeat. In the surrender, my heart finds victory. God’s love, climbs in the trenches. To hold steady my soul, and fight along side my heart; through every season!
When, overwhelmed is the incoming; and tears the outpouring. Fighting back, easier said than done. A soul, deep in the trenches. A heart pacing, trying not to act quick. So that sinking, doesn’t become the sand. Though, deep in the pit. The feeling, will never turn to dismay. Reaching deep in the quiver, I aim the arrow high. When, the moment becomes the darkest. I don’t look left, or right; but to the light of heaven. In a trench, a crimson love flows. Wide as an ocean, width a trench so deep. Even when, the walk finds a crossroad. My heart, will surely be surrounded. The God of love, waiting in the shadows. To be a refuge, and a fortress. Deep in the trenches, though a heart; heavily under fire. My faith, will never be defenseless. For my hope, never abandoned. As the heart, wades through the water. I hear love say, “It is finished” Out of the shadows, wheeling the breadth of His love; it’s a moment for recompense. For a heart, that stands its ground. Focused on The One, who leads my battles. That’s how, I fight my battles; in the trenches!
Trenches, a song by; Tauren Wells. Released, 2020
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Where do I start, when your heart knows. The beginning starts with life, is but a breath. What do you say, what can I say? When I don’t have words, when words will never be enough? What do you do, when words are heard; but no one, will never understand your heart. A heart that aches, for every breath is tightly held. This day, seems a dream. That will leave a heart feeling, what happens in the wake!
Who is, Justinea Angelina Richards?
She’s March 9, 1990. A born fighter, weighing in @ 6lbs, 5 ounces. Our baby girl, ready for the world @ 37 weeks. I held her, as her love held my breath. My soul leaped to the heavens, an angel gave my heart wings. She had a smile, that knew how to brighten a heart for days. Her presence, could capture every gaze. Even, the unexpected heart. A baby girl, become a little lady. Who turned a teen, with a heart so keen. Our miss Independant thinker, her intelligence not in spoken words. A woman, with so much hopes and dreams. To see every heart touched, by the light of her love. She’s a daughter, a sister, a friend. A heart loved, beyond just family, and friends!
You Live!
You live, in our heart, in our soul. You live, because we won’t forget, we won’t let the memories fade. You live, because time can’t erase. What a heart won’t let be erased, through the sands of time. You live, in what the night can’t eclipse, in what the day can’t hide. You live, in the reflections, in the lasting impressions. You lived, you’re living, you will live; forever… in our hearts!
In loving Memory, of our baby girl!
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I’m a simple man, living with a complicated heart; trying live a simple life. My goal, and this the simple truth. Knowing to love well, the simplicity comes from knowing; love is a choice. Loving well, meant to be the simplest pleasure. That gives a heart, the greatest joy. Love is a presence, with the power; to move a heart. Make you shed a tear, for the simplest reason. Love has an essence, love has a color. Deep as a crimson, with such a simple beauty. Straight up let my heart simply say, never stop loving… deeply. Love is not a game, but can become an intense tug of war. Both hearts, ending up on the losing side. Two hearts giving up, instead of playing for keeps. The love, likened to a simplified fraternity. When it should be, a beautiful connection; two hearts tethered forever together. Yeah, even though a heart can be complicated? The love, should truly be simple. The giving, without the asking. That’s what makes love, simply the great gift, from God. This, from a Simple man; knowing that my heart loving well, will never be complicated!
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My heart, in the process. Faith, doesn’t make going through the process easy; faith makes it possible. We all, go through the aging process. The bringing about, what’s in the process. Years, just a number. Even though noticeable growth, with, in being mindful. The process, brings an endless change. Faith to faith, strength to strength. The preparation of a heart, to believe what will become, of relentless hope. Every action, doesn’t just produce an equal reaction. Faith without works, becomes hope not perceived. Finding peace, is a process. For a heart to know, God’s in the process, showing a heart the way… forward. Tears, don’t mean losing. Just part of the process, the means until it ends. For break through, to become a heart on the other side. You, have to go through fear process. Not let it become the obstacle, that robs you of in-sight. Success, is not an accident; the process is intentional. The process of becoming, what God has imagined… you to be. Identifying your true worth, is a never ending process. Believing, every breath is a gift. Starts, with first knowing it’s through the breathing process. Knowing who truly creates, the breadth therein? A dream, only reveals the potential. Through the undertaking, your gifting revealed. The expectation, limited only by how long it takes. To know that in every process, there’s a systematic element. The have not, because the ask was the not. Sometimes, faith gets tangled up. The stomach knotted, even though a heart tethered. The freed indeed, materialized when seen through the lens; the Grace given. To realize every touch, the processes require intentionality. The push past, the press through; whatever becomes the issue. To know the empowerment, in the blessings received. You don’t have to possess the means, just have the required substance; built on the firm foundation. Faith the substance, hope through the process. Exercised faith, precedes the needed series of change. We can feel, something truly needs to change. But if the belief system, remains unchanged through the processing. The process, can’t affect true change. This I know, whatever my heart and soul has to go through. In the affecting, through the perfecting. The substantive change in me, what becomes the undisputed evidence. God is, In the Process!
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Wherever the day greets your heart, it’s your moment in time. A moment for your heart to live, a soul awaken with the breath of life. A season to embrace, in an ever changing breath! May peace be the place, where your heart and soul can always find! Save a copy, and have a wonderful weekend!
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