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Holy Thoughts (New Years 101)

Published December 31, 2013 by moradalila2010

I want to take my time and really think about how life will become from here on. I am carrying another soul in my body; everything I do she feels. Everything I think she thinks, until she grows older and have her own sense of reality. I am a mother… Everything I been through as a single woman, sister, daughter, granddaughter, caregiver and wife are examples of hardships, dreams and goals that I thought I “couldn’t” accomplish…

 Here I am holding her; feeling her movement, while I she sleeps, she is being held by the angels that will guard her through her life. It shouldn’t be scary? The Lord has blessed me with abilities and a personality that cannot be described unless you are walking along with Him or who have faith. Should I be concerned? I am NOT perfect and neither will my children, however, this doesn’t mean that we are nothing or that we aren’t going to have flaws (we all do).

 One thing I shall acknowledge and hold close to my heart; no matter where I end up in life, I am there for God. Anything I do is all in God’s will for me to succeed, accomplish and be head strong. Whatever has happened; dysfunctional-cultural family structures, emotional abuse, demons unveiled, I have survived (if not I wouldn’t have been here). I am not weak. I am not just a friend. I am not just your sibling, and neither am I just a mother. I am God’s child, I am a child with hidden gifts that shall be uncovered. I am human…

The laundry list goes on… Happy New Year…

~Morada Lila~

Love Child

Published October 17, 2013 by moradalila2010
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family, motherhood, love, growth, life, culture, values, self, spoken words

My fingers touches your heart. I can hear your voice: tender and grace. A creation that I was so scared to make. Your warmth tickling my soul. Oneself. The second we meet, love at first sight. Oneself, innocence that I deeply want to last forever. Oneself, uniting strangers as one; silencing tormenting pasts. Oneself, you may not be my last; you hold the key of our stories, the protector of all siblings that may come. Oneself, uniquely created with a purpose that only thy shall know. My first, my carefully kneaded womb, my beginning of God’s faith and love for me (written 10 weeks in my belly).