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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.

To My Brothers (a note from a Veteran)

Published April 7, 2013 by moradalila2010

My husband has written this letter after the announcement of the war being ended. This was his insight and feelings toward this event in history. His powerful words has inspired me to also reflect upon those who have fought in this war, that for me, has not yet ended.  

“Today as we mark the end of the Iraq War, I find myself unsure as how to feel. On one end, I feel sorrow at the loss of four and a half thousand of our brothers and sisters with countless more wounded and others forever changed through the trials of war. On the other hand, I also think of the countless enemies, whom did not face justice, whom will live on to fight another day.

I think about my own experiences, friends I made and lost, especially, after our return, the sacrifices made by all and the mistakes of a few. I think of my own feelings of guilt of leaving the fight unfinished and the relief of being recalled to duty only to face even greater challenges, grief and sacrifices. To witness the gratitude of some of those we sought to liberate and the futility of trying to convince others that we where indeed on their side with their best interest at heart regardless of some politician ambitions or machinations.

At this point, none of it matters. What is done is done and cannot be undone or redone. I have no regrets and make no apologies to what was a truly eye opening experience.

I know now that none whom have never served can understand the complexities of war. Even those close to us who try to understand but cannot. How do you explain the unexplainable? How can they see what they have not seen?

I write these words in search of my own answers and to get my brothers and sisters to come to terms with this most somber of days. For today, is not a day of celebration, but a day of mourning for our comrades who we’ve lost. I hope my fellow comrades, with whom I have served, can look in the mirror and see the truth in that you are all men and women of honor. Courage and sacrifice. Every last one, whether American born or American earned. God bless you all and to those still fighting the good fight…good hunting.”