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Dear Friend…

Published November 26, 2014 by moradalila2010

Dear Friend

God has made wonders upon us both. I am so full of joy when ever I see your
status on FB. When you write your poetry; I get the chills down my spine, knowing
this one thing (out of many others) you deeply adore to do. Seeing you party and
work (jogging them two) as if nothing occurred…

I applaud you. The same way you applaud me and we don’t really realize it;
the same way you are drowned to my character is the same I am to yours; the same
way you become vulnerable and just need someone 2 listen, is the same way as I
desire to have that moment as well…

Don’t get me wrong; I am considered wiser because I am a mother and wife
but there are moments where I look to you because you have this essence of
empowerment mixed with balance and control and it screams out “I AM MORE
THAN A WOMAN.”

Though our past are different, our parents, our up brings and goals in life
(professionally) @ the end of the cycle we do have both the same “clueless” aurora
that’s too stubborn to show… Our strengths aren’t differ, our ambitions and dreams
aren’t either: two complete opposites does create a chemical bond—spiritually—.
So dearest friend, don’t deceive yourself! Don’t dismiss the inner thought of
you being differ than many other women and men, because you are… You’re human
my friend, we all are, we make mistakes and we live on… Don’t dismiss your true
essence because it is this essence that makes you who you really are; don’t hesitate
because remember we’re alike in particular situations. We were given another chance
to really bloom and reveal our true form also no matter how many times we fallen,
mistakes we had, we’ve managed to Restore, Adapt, Defeat and Conquer…

Yours Truly,
A Dear Friend

I’m Naked (in Capital Letters)

Published October 27, 2014 by moradalila2010

We are too afraid. Our fears take over and things go down hill. I’ve decided to let go… I am not a slave to anyone and to anything. This is a part of me that reflects the Truth and my growth in my walk with Jesus. Yes, I said it…”

Naked & Stuck.

The mirror filled with lies. Fear wants to make me another offer. Should I refuse? No one has stand where I stand, or have thou? Listen, my reflection isn’t what you truly see. You haven’t seen my full potential. Fear is whispering, pulling on my side. Yes, speak. I’ve been married to you (Fear) for years and this is the moment where I say, “I want a divorce!” Many are slaves to your pleasant yet “smooth” envisions, and I won’t continue this toxic relationship.

Naked & Scared.

The mirror begins to fog up. Fear’s laughter across the room. The vision of the little girl crying out for her Father plainly relieved. I’m crying. Should I let go? I close my eyes. Here’s my chance to cross the line; surrender.

Naked & Vulnerable.

Cry. I feel a storm coming. Cold breeze brushing through my curls; the shower begins… Every droplet cleansing my wounds. Every droplet running through my curls, down my thick shape…

Naked & Disgusted.

The mirror shattered. It destroyed the chain of lies. What now? Am I free? Suddenly, I hear these voices; here comes Fear. Battered Wife Syndrome perspiring in the air.

Naked & Exposed.

I’m only human. What’s this that I’m hearing? Too many expectations, rules, suggestions and more lies. Enough! I feel weakened by the sharp words and expectations, from whom? Me or society? Who am I running from?

Naked & Confused.

Was it all true, the envision I saw before the mirror shattered? Am I her? Am I this huge disappointment ? Am I she who chooses physical appeal vs. purity? Should I cry for help and run towards refuge? I ran. I ran towards the storm; thunder eroding the ground beneath me. I’m on the floor; naked and cold. I reached for the leaves, anything to cover up the shame, the fear and the exposure, everything that reveals to You my true self. I can’t let You see me like this. Rolling in the mood, I felt worse.

Naked & Dirty.

Here comes Fear. My past and everything I am running away from. All I can do was stand on my feet, battle the Fear in the storm or surrender? Fear, have you won… I’ve disengaged you from my flesh, from your foggy-convincing envisions. I overcame and will overcome you. You (Fear) have deceived me before but cannot anymore. You’ll try and try again to do so but I am wiser; you cannot break me. I’ve overcame with His love, His faith, His mercy and grace. Everything washed away; my relationship with Him hence is real and pure…

Naked at Peace.

Hence just me; my soul overwhelmed with clarity and the Holy Spirit revealing to me real values. I am in my new relationship and walk. The beauty of His kingdom remains alive and strong within me. I was saved from my ex-partner, Fear; a ghost of deceptions and darkness.

Walking Across; Why Me God?

Published July 25, 2013 by moradalila2010
 “…What religion do you practice?”
“…Well, if God exist then why bad things happen to me/why does evil exist in the world!”
“…if we do certain things won’t HE punish us?”
 

     Questions, questions… Am I embarrassed of you? Am I ready for this? I may have all the answers to these questions, but I’m afraid…

 
“…REALLY. But in the Bible it states this…”
“…you got baptized! Didn’t you get baptized through the Catholic Church…”
“…are you converted?…”

     (Complete silence.) Lord, why do you place me in these situations. I’m too emotional. I feel fragile. I feel unprepared. I feel ignorant! Like I have a shield to protect me from all these insults, questions, these interrogations… My family, my peers and now my co-workers! It’s not the interrogations that bothers me it’s the fact that they don’t understand You, like I do. Or do I?

      (Passing back and forth. Sits down. Pouts, and grins.) Why? Why God, why! Listen… (Stands up) I am a sinner. I did held grudges, and I have a past that I cannot resist. I want to move forward but I am afraid. I don’t want to disappoint You. I know things happen for a reason…but why me!

      (Looks around) Look, all I know is that… is that… that through You I am pour, through You I can fix things, through You, I can live happily… You paid a high price. Yes, You did. Through Jesus, Your son and our savior… that no matter where I end up, how I get there, or what will be the outcomes; You will be there with me. You created me. You knew me before others. Strengthening me through faith. Creation of a body armor that cannot be shattered only by mankind’s words and deceptions. I know where I stand. It’s clear to me. (Sits down) I fear You. Almighty as You are, please forgive me for doubting You as I will forgive those who has wronged me through my faith…