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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You might think, you can conquer my resolve? Just because, a subtle beat in my heart; sounds like a ten count. You can believe, you can vanquish my faith? But don’t bother, for I will never relinquish… my God given authority. A faith with a rebirth, will always show through; steeped in much resilient. You can try, to trounce my last bit of hope. But, riddled a thought would be this; how can you ever subdue, what you never had the power to restrain? Free will, is undergirded by living hope. That can’t be stomped out, without the power first be given. Some days, it might seem you have my heart backed into a corner? But, you must know this; whenever my backs against the wall? My big brother, will always have my back. The heart of a conquering lion, won’t let you triumph over my soul. So, try all you want; you can’t capsize my hopes. I don’t depend, on just having dreams; my reality is this. When passion, and desires recklessly collide? The love becomes an ocean, with a heart knowing drowning; breathlessly in a familiar place!

Even if, it seem I’m a bit defeated? Trust me, I’m just catching my second wind, and soar like an eagle. You can try, yes; you will try, but you won’t get the best of me. An overcomer, will surely be victorious. When overpower fear, meets the blood sacrifice, and words that makes it a testimony. You can overthrow a ruler, but can you tell me this? Have you yet figured out, how to defeat a surrendered heart? Getting me to raise my hand, thinking it would make it easier to arrest my heart. Raising my hands, having an exposed heart? Becomes the foolproof way, to show I’m about to get the victory… over, and over; again, let me remind you, it’s finished. You can’t crush my spirit, upend my forever. A temple destroyed, in the end; will again be raised. You can’t capture a prevailing faith, tethered to a liberated hope. Bring me to my knees, exactly where I need to be, to forever conquer you. Conquer me? Not I, you first; have to overcome the cross!

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Being pointed, not about walking around; acting like nothings wrong. It’s about trusting, that everything will be made right. Having sight, blessed with true insight. Will always eclipse hindsight, when the vision, becomes an enlightened 2020. Where I find the might, to continue the fight. Faith, will always come under fire. My heart, will never try to escape the flames. Every day, becomes another test; in whom You put your faith. Even when, a disastrous situation comes trying to consume. Show you’re a soul always on fire, a heart already consumed; with a burning desire. I don’t run from the fire, but run into a graceful embrace. To sit, at the foot of love. To admire the true beauty, and cast every care. A heart quietly breathing, a soul overwhelmed to know what resounds. A heart so loved, beyond words. I know, my friends. Sometimes, we get to a point; find ourselves pondering the pointed question. Why, does the days have seem to become, a seemingly pointless faith exercise. But, even though the fire burns hotter; let not your faith, become a heart singed. We may not understand, God of Grace, is faithfully working out the details. There’s always a point, to what seems as sheer madness!

So much going on, in my world, the world. But God, this remains forever true; this world needs You. Even though, our hearts may lose sight of the road. The journey is a heart focused, faithfully walking every broken road. The only bright horizon, my heart sees with every new dawn. Getting caught up, in the rapture of You. Hearts, have become so pointed. Only Your love, can clearly point the way to true freedom. Even though, it’s met with a wayward point of view. “Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be.” One thing is true, living water, can only fall afresh. When a heart, and soul has a thirst for more than just, an everyday reign. Here’s the point. Why fear, every corrupt thought? When it’s an indifferent heart, that will forever keep a soul in chains. Bread of heaven, breadth of God; we need You to breathe. Show every heart, life begins, and ends with You. And if, oh Lord; You need a vessel? Let it be Your love, breathed through me!

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