Soulmate

(Posted on July 1, 2014 at 5:15 PM) My soul is overwhelmed by Your love for me It sings with words that cannot be understood It praises in a way that cannot be contained It cries one word Again and again and again Hallelujah It was drowning in darkness No shadows existed for There was no light to create them The term black hole derived from the State that was my soul But God See, my soul was without form and void, Darkness covered the surface And went deeper and deeper than anyone could've imagined But He spoke His breath carried Light And it permeated the darkness Every corner Every secret Every insecurity His light shone through He said to me, Daughter Thou art beautiful. You only believed you were ugly because you couldn't see clearly But look at your reflection in my eyes when I look at you. And in Him, I was beautiful. He said, Daughter, Your worth and value were buried under the darkness that you had accepted from life I banished that darkness I've carried the burden that you are carrying unnecessarily I've set you free And I saw that I was valuable to Him and made worthy because of Him.

My life changed. My Mind Where darkness roamed free Where my thoughts were in slavery My dreams submitted to him underneath me It was free Oh, the thoughts of worship that were finally released Oh, the peace For darkness was chaos and chaos used to reign But there was no match for the might in His Light. My heart Oh, that battlefield Where the amount of wars in my world is much larger than three Where every day is a battle between the Holy Spirit and my humanity Where guarding may falter Does falter Where tears find their source Where the validity of my smile is determined This is where the battle is My heart wrestles with God, It fights and struggles and doesn't give up Because sin nature pumps it's blood And sin is a lover that refuses to cease and desist Which is why it's imperative that we resist, that we stay focused lest we be deceived So I wrestle For from the struggle comes surrender And from surrender comes submission. And it gets to that point where my heart can say, Lord take this cup But Even If Even if I don't get my way Even if it's harder Even if I must fight myself Even if I must painfully rip away the clinging hands of sin Your will be done And then my soul, The beginning of the transformation Where darkness was exiled Where Light now calls home My soul belongs to The Lord, my God It is marked with Christ's signature: It is finished written in His blood Darkness said grave God said grace Darkness says hate My soul says mate God, Your love is unbelievable It blows me away You gave your life for my soul You are my Soulmate

It Is Finished

(Posted on April 18, 2014 at 1:20 PM)

The cross hanging from my neck is heavier than anyone will ever know. When I wear it, It's not my status as a Christian that I'm attempting to show. How could I ever show-off my salvation? Like it's something I earned? Like I'm special? Like I just happened to win the lottery because I'm lucky? For none of that is true, Wearing the cross for that purpose? It would be accessorizing my outfits with a lie. A lie built off pride and greed and the need to be seen as someone worth seeing. But I'm not. I'm not worth the beauty in a smile, The warmth in a hug, Love. The measure of my worth is an eternity of pain. Of drought with no rain. Work and toil with no gain. A never-ending cycle of being slain. With light running from the darkness around me that reigns. And yet, here I am. Wearing a smile. Receiving love. Promised an eternity of life in a kingdom of light. The cross hanging from my neck is heavier than anyone will ever know. For it bears the weight of every sin that I owe; A debt made of sins from yesterday, today and tomorrow. It reminds me that this debt? I would've had to pay. This weight? Is what I should've been carrying. My sin? Was mine and done willfully. Free will to sin is slavery masked as freedom. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A demon wearing an angel's halo to hide it's horns. Yet, He said: It is finished. Everything. I was free. Free? New concept for me.

No debt? In joy I wept, When I realised the grace that had been bestowed on me. Calvary was my day of doom. Justice said that eternal damnation was my birthright. And Jesus said: It is finished. His death took mine. His humiliation removed my shame. His pain brought my healing. For every time He was whipped, My tears were wiped away. His blood Covered mine In such a way, That I was then declared pure. The cross I wear? Is bloodier than it appears. It's been drenched in innocent blood and guilty tears. That the villain should live? That the murderer be set free? That the intentional sinner be intentionally forgiven?

That's what happened to me. How dare my bridge from death to life, The object that bore the ultimate sacrifice, Be seen as an accessory? The cross is not pretty and it's not cute. And if it is only seen as something to complete an outfit, Then the whole world needs to go on mute. Stop. Be still. Turn off all distractions. Quiet your mind. Silence the fleshly desires of your heart and listen. Listen To the voice of your creator, speaking light into the darkness at the beginning of time. Listen. To that exhaling of breath that brought our ancestors to life. Listen to God's voice Crying out Where Are You? Knowing full well, That they were not in that place of harmony with Him anymore. And then listen to each anguished cry, each broken heart, each last breath before death, each family torn apart. Listen to what sin has done. Listen to what came of Adam and Eve's rebellion. The countless cycle of murder, looting, rape, deception, betrayal. Over and over again. Listen To the constant judgement and grace being bestowed. Again and again. And then hear, His last three words Before He died: It is finished. Our spiral of destruction ? Finished.

Our eternal sentence of suffering? Finished.

Our slavery to sin? Finished. It is finished. That is what the Cross means.

It is finished. For me. For you. For anyone born into this world. It is finished. For when you see the story of humanity And the miserable ending it deserved And realise that that ending was finished on the Cross Marked instead with a beginning of a life with God You run to your Creator's arms And His love promises to never let you go. And He calls you His child He's now your Father. Jesus, His Son, Your Saviour. The Holy Spirit, Your Helper. You return to the family of the Trinity Their love extending towards infinity And beyond ... What can be dreamed or wished or imagined. Our souls will never be the same. Look into your pain, Into your strife, Into your broken heart, Into your wrecked family, Into your illness, Into the utter turmoil of your life. And hear His words again today: It Is Finished