Standing with Waiting on my Mind

This is how it's been.
Life on hold. PAUSED,
because "life starts when I find you,"
Cuz, I, "lack the arms of another,"
Because, I walk alone or am incapable of fulfilling the standards of a, "catch."
I'm sorry, but as I slip into a sullen misery looking at my
Naked hand,
Empty passenger seat,
and
Flying-solo pastimes,
I REWIND.
Since when was I defined by the presence of another?
I walk in a world of Two's with the confidence of the "unfortunate" One and point to You the Three which makes us FOUR!
How long have I been falling for this empty, black cloud of ridiculous pity?
No, I don't need your attention.
No, I am whole without your approval thank you!
No, I will not fall for Mr. Almost, trade in my standards for a tease, disregard a sacred, divine love for Mr. Settled-for and justify his "iffy" character because he has convinced me with glittering armor.
Sorry, but I belong to a Father that looks at the heart and your glittering something that sure ain't gold.
My priorities exist beyond my needs to be loved by you.
I wait for my one.
As I wait, my life does not hinge on the arrival of your embrace.
I live for my Papa, shining in the fullness of His protective light!
The darkness of distraction dare not linger in my ears for I know who my Father is, my Brother is, and the His affirmation of our eternal bond.
I dance. I Dance.
I DANCE, because this love of ALL loves is beyond and above any
matchstick, membership, to mamby, pamby matchmaker games.
I am outside of the pressures and expectations of this world and I wait expecting the greatness of a MAN,
because I sure don't have time to babysit a boy.
I wait in wholeness.
I am a gift being made beautiful for my Father and when we meet, I will allow you to bask in it.
I will not waste time on building defenses to attempt to hide this beauty, for I am a dove,gentle in assumption and a snake decisive in judgement.
I make myself vulnerable to the bathing waters of the Spirit as I am new every morning.
Do I plead/sell/barter/ to be comforted, secured, or understood?
Nope, my needs are fulfilled by the One who breathed the stars from which I shine.
In waiting, I realize that the eyes I await to look into were created by Him whom I belong to.
As for my reflection, I look into a mirror and see a woman born of the Word.
I'm sick of the bondage whispered into my perception that suggests I'm associated, tied down to, or tainted by past decisions and abuses I've committed and been a victim of.
Conqueror, I am as I wield the affirmation of my Father.
I am His daughter and I carry the Gory that rips through the heavens within this vessel!
I know the worth within me identifies me beyond the intrigues and mere speculations that venture as far as an inch.
I wait knowing that there lives a man who will see me through the eyes of my Father and see a Bride worth uplifting, covering, and fighting to edify.
I wait, but put my hope in the only one whose beheld every breath of my little life.
For I am His and I wait with courage.

saying, "NOOOOO!"

If I could pass on an encouraging word to the sisters of this generation. If I could stand in clothing stores, school hallways, bathroom stalls and yell one word it would be, "NO!" Heed to this word you Precious Gifts. For your purpose lives and it's worth protecting. For too long we have been passive in the greedy hands of the world. I'm tired of circumstances just happening to me. I look and see masses of weary women, downcast, downtrodden and used. We have allowed the robbery of the life within us and I'm done laying face down, side by side, with my sisters as our Oppressor continually tramples our backs (Isaiah 51: 23). With the love of our Father, I ask why we have learned to eat dust and like it!!? I was talking to several teenage girls the other day about whether they would rather be an animal in captivity or free in the wild. They quite logically reasoned that in captivity you would be protected, fed, and nurtured and I realized that is the mindset we've settle for today. Captivity has become familiar and deceivingly safe. If I can handle abuse why hassle with fighting? Sisters!! Wake up!! Own your life! Take up your hearts! Not for your own sakes, that won't do much, but for the sake of your Father the captain of the angel armies! Let us steward the lives we have been privileged to live and begin to take authority. No longer am I victim. I, Sophia, choose what I allow to pass through this temple. No longer are the highways of my mind a free for all. I take captive that which has been given to me and allow the enforcement of the Spirit to convict that which passes through that is not of Him! Sisters, we are soo much more than the our outside, what a waste of time! Why settle to be a second-rate decoration, enslaved to cookie-cutter molds of costumes and performance when we have been made to be vessels of GLORY! What riches lay within us that we have been distracted from. And in a world where opinions are offensive, I declare with freedom sisters to SIT ENTHRONED! (Isaiah 52:1). Rise up, and begin to say No! Your priorities don't belong to the world. "But, I jus wanna be held"NO! "I jus wanna feel good"NO!"I need attention"NO! "I'm feelin lonely"NO! "Nobody notices me unless..."NO! Say yes to eternal arms/ Everpresent Help/Ruthless Protector/ Guaranteed Love/ Steady Peace because there in lies a grace that takes your needs and wounds and transforms them into atmosphere-changing light. Set your face in His wind and know that what you need is not to get your way, but to commit your vulnerable heart to staying open to Him. Say yes to a purpose that reaches back to the beginning of time and fill your classroom/living room/ workplace/ grocery store/ chapel service/ dorm room with the relationship you share with your Father. Focus your eyes on Him who brings understanding in His time and let the world in on your life and the gifts that overflow from your relationship. Be the nurse in battle that doctors the wounded under protection, in wisdom and strength. Stand firm and allow your heart to fill with love for the captives who are jaded like you once were. Sisters, I pray for courage for it takes bravery to allow yourself to love again and again. Align yourselves with Him who is outside of your desires. His love calls. Be Chosen. Passionate, Unwavering Devotion
7/4/11