Align your allegiance
with Jerusalem.

Although it appears to be Egypt,
it cannot claim you.

You will always be mine.



The walls are down,
the blood is poured.

Jesus will reign
until our death
when we join him
at the right hand of God.

Do not falter or be dismayed;
the battle is won.

False Spirit

 It does not reside in you.

The seed was planted long ago,
and continued to be watered by others,
even saints.

You have the strongest possible
discernment now,
the biggest gift of peace.

Just remember the problem is theirs.


Good vs. Evil

Weeping will last for the night and joy will come in the morning.

We are not in immortality or eternity yet. But God sees us and brings the deliverance we seek.

We exist in two realms, here with our ever struggle with the ways of the world and above where grace and mercy fill up to overflowing.

I pray that you will build a beautiful heavenly cascading wall around yourself open to heaven alone.

Let the rest dwell with the demons of this age. They will get their due in the here after.



 Place your hope in God alone.

The voices in your head
are from the enemy.

It will tell you things
that you want to believe.

Just remember God can work
anything for good,
even by our standards.


Wayward Woman

 Likened to a serpent
with her flattering tongue.

Do not let her beguile you
with her charm and deceit.

You are weary and beat up,
but not foolish.

Direct her interest
to herself.


Enemies Within

My mother is still a drug addict. She still believes she knows more than me. She still thinks that she can do nothing wrong.

I do understand that drug addicts use out of their pain. But I keep waiting to see when she will start emotionally growing past adolescence.

She self-medicates her pain which makes her an expert with medicating others, like me.

The last time I spent time with her, she had me smoking more than I was ever comfortable to get me through a very difficult time.

But now I’m fearful to be around her again. I have had the luxury of living far away from her since I was 19 years old. She stirs so many feeling in me.

I’m sure I still blame her for not being able to protect me from being raped. And I don’t need her trying to take care of me by always being over critical by telling me to relax and passing me some kind of medicine.

I’m over it. What’s wrong with being raw and vulnerable? What’s wrong with talking about the painful stuff?

My job should not be to puff up her ego any longer.