Rest. Refuel. Rejuvenate!
For those of you who celebrate, will celebrate, and are happy about celebrating the holiday, Happy Easter!
May it be a day of fulfilled blessings, congregating with family & friends, and settling into the day as it is introduced to you.
Peace and blessings, beautiful people.
I woke up to droplets
of rain tap dancing on
“God is crying. He is
not pleased with us.”
Made in his image, yet
we destroy everything we
I would cry, too.
And, I do.
Wolf in the Sheep
Musical Selection: Hezekiah Walker & LFC|Grateful
Dear God, please help me to recognize the wolf in the sheep. Amen. — Tremaine L. Loadholt
I cannot say I have been your most humble servant, but I have served. I have been patient. I have been kind — albeit, for the days when my body aches and a few people tap dance on my nerves, I have been kind. I have forgiven the unforgivable. I have shown grace to the intolerable. I have spotted flaws and continual mishaps in those closest to me, and I have overlooked them — choosing to spot the mistakes and faults in myself and work on those, instead.
I do have a spotty temper. It appears when I least expect it, and I try to center myself in a place where peace will leave my mouth instead of pain/hurt/anguish. I don’t want to be one of those hurt people who hurt people. You know my heart.
Father give me peace
in this treacherous, sick world
I am yours to mold
There are some who are flocking toward me. Their presence seems odd — out of place. I am not familiar with the approaches they have. Are they here to help me or are they here to harm me? Please show me the wolf in the sheep. Help me determine who I should lean into and who I should fall away from.
I am trying to honor your word. I am trying to keep your commandments. But I am human, and by design, I falter. I stumble. I make horrible decisions and seek your counsel afterward. Yahweh, God of all, lend me the intelligence to seek out those who have knives ready to stab me in the back yet greet me with smiles regularly.
I desire more growth
but change begins with my heart
make me heaven’s gift
Originally published in soliloque via Medium.
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