Yes am up, he is up. It’s funny how most of my late dark night stories tends to start with him. Why? It’s not an attraction anymore, it’s not a will submit to a every urge and single desire, he has or that I wanted to please.
I don’t care anymore, but just if he saw me they HE sees me, the way HE capatures every moment, and craved my every though, just if, only if, he would see how much he missed. The damage, was just re mature labor to birth the me the HE said I will be.
The, struggling to build a morning routine, please it’s no one fault I hate waking up to loud noise or by name being called, or late phone calls. I never seem to have enough sleep. Yes, like I was saying or more like typing.
My struggle for change is real, so bad that my mind gets weak when am trying yeild to the supirority off what I need to be. I think about it, I sleep on it, now am planning for it.
This me though, that me he sees, smiles, he still doesn’t see how he missed HIS journey, already forfilled in me. I am happy, and humble to see how comfortable people can become getting 5% of me in another bean. To ensure there image looks good, or with hopes that it increases there quality of humanity. The me that feared it actually would have we could be THEE, proudly I stand to say. God created something better for me☺️
No you may never see the me that HE sees, nope not every bean can actually see me, 🙃 everyone was not meant to be part of my destiny.
Fictitous saying or should I say charm of a product of an unrealistic soroity, can only last as long as the wind blows, and fashion becomes just a contagious cold.
Yes it’s ok, I am ok with the way the God’s see. He knows the fullness of my capacity, or the need, I need to know me. So, yesterday’s reflection, don’t let it become and infection, I now walk with, my intuition and flow in my function.
Greater is he that is in me, than he that is in the world. I open my hand to receive me, where it rains all for God’s glory and prosperity.
Nope no man can predict GOD’S mind the raw material that was placed inside me by the Great God, the Almighty, are trees planted by the river that flows from the fountain off life.
Knowing me is all I need and that reflection, that will to continue, to change, and rearrange for God’s honor and glory will always be done naturally.