tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50796302529718491582024-02-22T06:35:42.869-08:00Thee Spiritual Dynamic Love letters to the Souls of Humanity Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-84482456618483797572020-08-11T12:04:00.026-07:002020-12-06T14:33:47.756-08:00Get Back to God<h4></h4><h2><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: avenir; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;">Ecclesiastes 10:10: “If the axe is dull and he does not sharpen its edge, then he must exert more strength. Wisdom has the advantage of giving strength.”</span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">.......................</span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">“Adfectus Evangelium”</span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">I never thought I would see the day where the world of science and the world of faith would be on the same chopping block. </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">So to the scientist I say, “welcome my friend. May we become soldiers together and learn one another’s language.”It’s been rather lonely over here, standing for Truth and the Creator of the universe— a stance which has, from the very beginning, been persecuted, rejected, and scorned —never by ALL but typically by an outspoken few—a minority whose life mission has been to create waves for the Silent Majority. This present generation is no different. Only now, we see the outspoken minority shift their weapons toward the scientist, with all of his burdening facts.“What a nuisance you are! What a burden you have become!” </span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">And you may have thought your stance was secure. I know I did. In fact, you may even have felt a little superior, at times, to the man or woman of faith—saying, “how foolish you are!...believing in something, </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">someone</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> you can not SEE or prove! Ha! We, however, deal in facts—Hardcore PROOF! We don’t believe </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">UNTIL</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> we see! That’s our motto. Show me this God in whom you say you believe, and just </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">maybe</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> I’ll show you why you’re a fool. Prove to me that He exists! Then, we’ll talk...and maybe I’ll let you have a seat at the table...but not until.” </span></span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Now, look at us. Where are we? The Scientist and the person of Faith are on the same line. The tables have turned...and turned again, but this time the scientific world view, as well as the doctrine of faith, have found themselves face to face awaiting execution & vilification for their antiquated, unauthorized ideas. Ironically, we both now sit in the same boat—the one that’s being pushed further and further from the shore, while the desire of the outspoken minority is to completely banish us both. Because this, “enlightened” New World has no room, or love, or time for faith </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">or</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> science—</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">real</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> science (not manipulated data pumped into our minds through media and educational institutions). “You, Faith...you, Science, both present a real problem!...an eminent threat to national security </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">and</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> the furtherance of </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-kerning: none; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">the new world</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> gospel, we call ‘Adfectus Evangelium,’...The Gospel of FEELINGS!” </span></span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">This “gospel,” however, turns on a dime—spinning off its axis and shifts in seconds like the wind, but it is </span><span face="">rapidly spreading—faster than any virus ever could. And this “gospel” is being written into Law—turning our boys into girls and our girls into boys and, ultimately, turning us on each other. This spontaneously erupting doctrine is not at all sound. It is not wise. It is not proven. Therefore, it is not trustworthy—yet, this is what is being thrust upon us now as FEELINGS fight to be king...and what follows: swift judgement and punishment for those who do not comply.<br /></span></span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;"><br /></span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">This new gospel not only denies the Father & the Son, but it denies foundational, Bio-logical truth— HARDCORE, Scientific Facts! In this new world of FEELINGS, it is sinful to acknowledge Male & Female because the arrogance of the new gospel would have you DENY what you can actually see with your own eyes or touch with your hands. No, this gospel has forbidden the knowledge of formulas and equations; no more reasonable deductions or common sense here, but only speculation, confusion, and delusion, thereby creating and perpetuating a conundrum about who we are, what we are, and the entire existence of life as we know it!<br /></span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;"><br /></span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">So we have shifted, yes, 363° off of our axis and off the rails. There are no coordinates for this place; no man knows the way. There is only a promise of a quick trajectory up and yet it goes down, with no end in sight. This new gospel is a deep pit—inexplicably sub-human and subjective! It is painful mentally, physically, and spiritually although it masquerades as a solution to the crisis of identity. Instead, you become only a slave in this place—a slave with an assigned number or letter while the real culprit lies within, only temporarily sedated. Popping pills and cutting off parts is being purported as the quick fix while our fellow citizens still cry out from within—tormented in their own private hell. </span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">Lord Help us!!!</span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">But, this is what we do know: every man and every woman who relinquishes the truth of being fearfully and wonderfully made—in the image and likeness of the Most High God, opens up a door to depravity. The mind of man is not a toy! It must be responsibly guided, nurtured, and taught, with God at the helm! And </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">Only</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> Jesus can remove the veil...and He will do it with love and a skillful hand, if we let Him. </span></span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">Because, yes, God actually had the audacity to make us male and female...men and women, boys and girls, and there is nothing wrong, bad, or socially constructed about that! It is a beautiful thing. What is, however, socially constructed is the exchange of God’s truth for a lie. And it is a lie to promise lasting peace for castration, long term happiness for mutilation, and to globally exalt confusion as King. The truth is, we have played with fire for far too long, and have thus gotten burned. In our ignorance, we have denied the Faith, rejected the Facts, and have been seduced by the DOCTRINE of FEELINGS... ”Adfectus Evangelium.”<br /></span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Now what do you </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">feel</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> about that? What are we going to </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">do</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> about that? </span></span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">We </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-weight: bold;">must</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">truthfully</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> help our people, who are </span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">truly</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> hurting, and get back to God. We must humble ourselves, pray, and get back to God.<br /></span></span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">.....................................</span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">Matthew 18:6</span><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;"><br /></span></span></h2><h2><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><span face="" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232;">“But he that shall scandalize one of these little ones that believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone should be hanged about his neck, and that he should be drowned in the depth of the sea.”</span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span></span><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p></h2><h4><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.8px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"></span></p></h4>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Enough already about foolish arguments and endless speculations—that's too... .My desire is to shift the focus of my lens outward and directly into the world—a world that is quickly changing around us. People are running in mass states of confusion, frustration, and pandemonium not knowing how to bring a calm and order to it all. To all our shame, black men and women are being slaughtered in the street, as if for sport, and the year is 2016. </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Conversely, here I sit in a beauty salon, so far removed from the reality of brutality as my daughter is being pampered with a relaxing mani-pedi. It's a lovely, 80 degree day, the sky's a jordy blue, and ever since we stepped into the place it's been all smiles. A warm, Vietnamese couple simultaneously work on my baby's adolescent hands and feet while I wonder where all the time went. She is no longer small, I realize, as I admire her long, shapely, mahogany legs that will soon be poised behind the wheel of a car, independent of me. This thought suddenly grips my heart with fear as I digress from the salon and find myself riding shotgun with Sandra Bland, opening the door with Yvette Smith, outside with Tamir Rice, in the back of a van with Freddie Gray and in the middle of the road with Terence Crutcher. The list goes on and on as I observe the confrontation between my sisters, my brothers and the thugs, who've been perpetrating as officers of the law. These thugs, enticed and lured into a false sense of superiority, make a mockery of the law. They do not see that they have become the perpetrators, dissolving into the very thing that they hate: the criminal mind. As the tension rises, I drift again, not far, to a black woman in handcuffs. She has legs like my daughter. She is the same age as my daughter. She has black skin like my daughter. </span></h4>
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">The wide shot in my mind reveals an aqua blue pool </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">where a white palm is smashing a black face to the </span><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">ground, shattering my lens. Through the broken pieces of glass, I see the girl in a bikini who has now made headline news. She's being assaulted by an officer of the law—a man who took an oath to "protect and serve." I feel a lump rising in my throat, and I can barely breath or see through the tears. </span></span></span><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">A sigh of relief comes as I find myself back in the present, back in my comfy seat at the salon and gazing at my daughter's cinnamon skin. However, as much as I want to disconnect, I wonder how do I protect her? These anxious thoughts begin binding me up like vines, pinning me to the trunk of a large oak. My own mind has quickly made me prey, and I have allowed it. I knew better than to let it wander without spiritual supervision or without apprehending these renegade thoughts. For many months now, the media has been bombarding us with images and sounds of black men and women being murdered in the streets. Those images linger and circle around us like wolves, waiting to seize our imagination and destroy us between the vines.</span></span></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">This mother-daughter outing, initially so beautiful, has </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">been suddenly sabotaged by fear. However, I refuse to </span><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">make it feel at home within me, and I refuse to return evil for evil, adopting an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth mentality. Instead, I start thumbing through my daughter's summer reading material and try to guide my mind back towards peace. </span></span></span><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Then, lo and behold, out of that jordy blue, I see these words: "Fondly do we hope-fervently do we pray- that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away...With malice toward none; with charity for all." These words lifted off the page and formed a sharp blade, which began cutting through the vines that had me bound only moments before. Suddenly, I was set free and the fear was no longer present. </span></span></span><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">It never ceases to amaze me how quickly we forget...NOTHING is stronger than LOVE...NOTHING; loving words, loving thoughts, loving actions. With that moment of truth, I closed my daughter's book and resolved to fight this war with the wisdom and the love of God. Nothing else is strong enough to keep the wolves away. Nothing else is sharp enough to cut through the vines. Therefore, </span></span></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"fondly do [I] hope, fervently do [I] pray-that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away."</span></h4>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">God is the mender of broken dreams & like the fragments of bread that He asked the apostles to gather into baskets, God is asking us to REMEMBER our broken & delayed dreams. He is gathering all of our shattered pieces from the ground & putting them back together again. It's like the puzzle that we never completed as a child because we became so frustrated at the difficulty and the duration of the process. The picture on the box only showed the glory of the completed puzzle. Nowhere was it explained how long it might take to complete or the level of difficulty involved, and no one thinks to ask because starting the puzzle is always so much fun. To embark upon a new adventure is a delight to the courageous soul. There is so much hope to achieve what you've seen on the cover of the box. However, with each passing day, impatience begins to creep in, frustration builds, and the process drags on. Eventually, hope begins to wane. Before you know it, the picture on the cover of the box has lost its luster and completing the puzzle feels virtually impossible. With every passing day, we go less often to the table where the unfinished puzzle remains. Finally, we stop going to the table altogether. What follows? We're off to a new dream, pursuing a new vision - even if that means <i>someone else's</i> vision for <i>our</i> lives.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></h4>
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Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-24322545499615895472015-05-01T17:18:00.000-07:002015-05-02T22:00:22.906-07:00Patrolling Your Heart Like an old, dear friend who remained absent for awhile but never forgot the relationship...I'm back. It has been a long year of silence - a year since my last letter to you, and it's time that we rekindle the fire. My voice is eager to reach your ears and deposit some excellent things into your heart. Are you ready? I've said before, "keep your candles lit and STAY ALERT...until we meet again."
As I understand the power of the Law that governs our hearts, I know that whatever is stored within it, in abundance, will certainly flow from our lips. Beyond our lips, our words pour forth and swiftly become actions. Armed with this knowledge, I am compelled to share with you how IMPERATIVE it is to keep your heart cleansed. Purify and purge it, daily, from every toxic thought, for out of it flow the issues of life. Too many unsuspecting souls have not yet grasped the power that lies within their very own tongues, although they use it everyday. I pray that you understand the influence and weight of your words and begin to establish boundaries for your heart, understanding that "out of an abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks."
Whatever lays heavily on your heart, the things you've done - however long past they are, confess them quickly and be set free. There is no amount of earthly treasure that can satisfy like a pure heart... one that's been cleansed of guilt and demons of the past. Pour your confessions out to God as deliberately and as quickly as you would empty out a dirty cup before putting it to your lips. Confessing is cleansing. Admitting is redeeming. It is TRUTH, flowing from our hearts and falling from our lips, in all sincerity, that ushers in the Lord's warm water. God stands waiting to wash you clean, from the inside out, to deliver you from all that's hidden and all that you thought could never be redeemed. Behold, He makes ALL THINGS NEW. Lay your shame at His feet. He's been waiting for you.Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-70288240001115903552014-04-08T10:59:00.000-07:002014-04-08T11:15:04.436-07:00A Note to the Dreamer:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #45818e;">Whenever a goal takes residence in your heart, it lies there, beckoning to one day be realized...and like anything in life that requires nourishment, this goal is no different; it must be kindled and fed...initially, by desire and after desire, <i>active</i> pursuit - not waiting<i> </i>for something to be handed down, but going after, with diligence <i>all </i>that is required to fulfill this goal. And in our pursuing, we must grasp onto FAITH to endure the journey - thereby forgetting what lies behind and reaching toward what lies ahead, pressing toward the goal. No matter what obstacles arise, whether external or internal, the goal that one day took residence in your heart shall not<i> </i>rest until it is finally achieved. </span></div>
Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-61770327387760107382013-12-31T23:48:00.000-08:002014-01-07T16:17:18.868-08:00Thee King is Coming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Chase after The Risen Christ with all of your heart, soul, and mind...now...and until He comes for you... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is soon to come. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Get Ready, Be Ready, and <i>Stay</i> Ready. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let us prepare to GATHER UPON THE SHORES OF THE LORD to celebrate HIS RETURN!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Our King is coming!!! Put on your wedding attire!!!</span><br />
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<i> Liberty Dawn, 1/1/2014 AD</i></div>
Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-46776775195701930152013-09-06T16:36:00.000-07:002013-10-14T19:30:18.374-07:00STAY ALERT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">As I open up "my doors" to you, each time I am challenged to go deeper - knowing that my humanity is intrinsically linked to yours. I pray that your deliverance, your joy, your growth & triumph as a human being, as a CHILD OF GOD will flow from this blog. In fact, before I go any further, I'm breaking the status quo right here, right now with the name, "BLOG." From this point forward, please know that I'm no longer "BLOGGING." Know that I'm WRITING LOVE LETTERS TO YOUR SOUL... That just sounds right to me:) I hope you're feelin' this thing too:) </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">If I have not made it to your home yet with my letters, believe me, I will. <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"> I am committed to this mission and look forward to speaking with you again.</span><span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"> My next love letter will post soon. </span>In the meantime, keep your candles lit and STAY ALERT.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;">Until we meet again...</span></span><br />
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Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-52651813877054605862013-08-30T22:34:00.002-07:002020-08-28T02:30:02.952-07:00Before The Takeover: A Warm Wind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It feels like yesterday</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and yet it's been eight years since you knocked upon my door. </span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So many times before I thought I might have heard something -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a gentle rap followed by a soft voice. But I chose to keep moving, keep busy -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">preoccupy myself with people and things and dreams -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">bitter realities, false senses of security, illusions of perfection, procrastination, disingenuous love</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and bottled solutions taking me only so high.</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was living the life of a fictitious woman -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the woman I had become.</span><br />
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Finally, the day came -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a beautiful summer day, when I walked into the sanctuary BROKEN,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">but not admitting it -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Still smiling at the crowd, still posing in the mirror, still conversing with friends</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">about incremental and monumental gains in my life -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">All the while my tongue feeling thick and heavy -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">incessant throbbing between my ears as if my mind was angry at the thought of sending me words to spew out for no reason and piercing no one.</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was so tired, but still fighting my sleep -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">so conscious of time, which I had concluded was my enemy.</span><br />
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It was a little after 2 o'clock and I sat within the first pews, waiting for the crowd to leave. I was waiting for something to happen -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">wanting something to overcome me and bring me to a place where peace</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">would finally prevail and cast a glow about me,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">inviting others to inquire about the freedom in my life</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">or about the ability to lay hold of peace in the middle of a storm,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">experiencing the blessing of closing my eyes and truly resting -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">not worrying about tomorrow or anything that happened "today."</span><br />
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So I began to pray softly, silently to myself as I heard others being prayed for</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">about sickness and substance abuse, finances and forgiveness. </span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The hard oak pews had begun to make my thighs and behind ache for sitting so long,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">but I continued to dig deeper for answers about deliverance.</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wanted freedom from all the years of putting on a jovial face</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">while I was dying inside -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">so many years of "living" life where lies abounded so I could hide.</span><br />
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At last,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">it was as if something began to divide within me -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the separation of lies from truth, dark from light, clean from tainted, pretense vs. reality of who I was and what I had become. As this was shown to me,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I began to cry as if I had had tears stored up in what were freshly punctured barrels. Then, I felt someone take my hand as I continued to cry out to God and thank Him</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">for His mercy and His forgiveness, His LOVE and PROTECTION,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">especially throughout all the years that I chose to ignore His Knock -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ignore His Voice, calling me from the only life I knew. </span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Here He was offering me THE BEST LIFE -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">silencing that persistent question in my mind: "Is this all there is?!?"</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Boyfriends with empty promises, pockets with holes,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">momentary highs upon sexual plateaus??? Lying out at the beach,</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">shopping, eating, drinking, dreaming -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">my moods changing by the hour, sometimes by the minute...</span><br />
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I opened my eyes to see the woman who had begun to lead me up to the front of the altar. She stopped at the first pew and released my hand. Then, she stepped in front of me and began to pray with her hand raised above my forehead. I stared at her moist palm as she prayed for me and as I prayed quietly for myself.</span><br />
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Suddenly, I felt this warm wind blow inside my body.</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I had no idea what was happening to me. </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">All I knew was that the sensation was</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">gentle and yet powerful at the same time -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So amazingly gentle that all I could do was envision my body falling onto a bed of billowy, white clouds -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So powerful that it blew me down, but I had no desire to break my fall -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No desire to reach out for support. It was as if I floated there, peacefully , feeling the contrast of my warm body against the cold floor as tears flowed from my eyes into my hair.</span><br />
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It felt like LOVE, itself, had actually stepped outside of our intellectual definitions; </span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">it was no longer simply a word we toss around in poems or sing about in music -</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">For Love, in that moment, had wrapped HIMSELF around my body and come to dwell within me.</span><br />
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Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-77580334257335721362013-08-23T20:12:00.001-07:002013-08-25T16:16:13.900-07:00SUICIDE<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted it to wash over me like a wave, 'til I was floating in the midst of it - knowing nothing, seeing nothing, and most importantly, feeling nothing. I needed the pain to completely subside and put an end to the Voices, which had begun to torment me around the clock, telling me that my only path to peace was through my own death. So I decided to take matters into my own hands - bring some "peace" to the situation, and I remember reciting these words over and over in my mind, "I resign, I resign, I resign," as I plotted to take my own life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, this was not a spirit I began battling in my adult life - No. It began early in my childhood - imagine that. There was this dichotomous split between the little girl who wanted to live and the "other me," who would try and cut side deals with our Creator to "just kill me." Obviously, since this is current day and I am present to write this letter to you, then God, Our Father, whom I used to affectionately call, "my little goddy," thankfully did not oblige; He had already allowed the killing of His own Son instead - for you and me, but we'll leave that discussion for another time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a little girl, I saw God as this pint size person whom I loved and cared for dearly, like He was my own child. Wherever we'd go, I invited little goddy to ride shotgun as we climbed into the backseat of my parents car and talked about everything, even how they got along (my mom, at first, was a bit concerned about these conversations). No matter, God became my best friend. I enjoyed Him even more than my imaginary mates because, unlike them, He could play with me in my dreams - we even rode a roller coaster together. How COOL is that ?!?!?! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, God knew things, cool things, which He'd share with me. I believed they were mysterious secrets about life, so I always imagined I was a bit like Bond, but better. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, in order for me to paint a more complete picture of the darkness with which we first began, I need for you to understand that my life originated in light. In fact, it was akin to being bathed in it; I woke, slept, played, prayed, thanked, and sang to God. Remember this was my BFF; I asked Him to let me brush His hair...He taught me how to fly in my sleep - away from the bad guys...He let me look into His firey red eyes in my dreams and I listened to His voice tell me secret things while He, in turn, listened to ME! Yes, my childhood holds many beautiful memories of our time together. So, for the life of me, I could not reconcile how SUDDENLY, this suicidal nemesis from without could find its way within - making me want to do things that "the Spirit of me would cry for." What door had been opened? By whom? Was there an actual "door" ajar (within me), leaving me vulnerable to this mental, spiritual attack?!?! Where did it come from? Was it my parents occasional drama leaving its mark? And finally, do I tell anyone?!?!......"No," I heard the voice say, "people will think you're crazy... Anyway, you're stronger than that. Just say some prayers and you'll be fine - think positive." So, I kept smiling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Years passed and there I was doing life my way, but INSIDE I was battling something that was completely nonsensical. Two minds were facing off, contending for the rise and fall of the same life: MINE. The circumstances ranged from failing a test in school to something much weightier, like the breaking of my heart. Nevertheless, there were "triggers," and when they went off, the voices would resound - even my own voice seem to join "the party," and blamed me for everything that wasn't PERFECT.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But wait, there's more....</span></div>
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Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-43994219044594080652013-08-16T16:36:00.001-07:002019-05-23T16:51:27.605-07:00A Love Story for the Procrastinator<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I can vividly recall the day that I became the receptionist at her court-reporting firm. I was apprehensive about meeting her after hearing that she was not only the </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">"</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">head person in charge</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">"</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> but the owner of the firm as well. In my mind, this translated into ONE thing: a superiority complex.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Every administrative job I'd ever had left me with tainted images of my "Superiors." My bosses repeatedly turned out to be condescending individuals who reveled in creating an atmosphere of supposed class distinction between management and administration. I had experienced, firsthand, what it was like to be reprimanded over a PA system while the clients and I stood mortified in the lobby. I knew how awkward it felt to have to ask that the assignments for the day be placed <i>ON</i> my desk and not tossed onto the floor!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Yes, <i>quickly</i> I discovered that Mary Ellen was not a replica of any of these early experiences but a welcomed breath of fresh air. Unlike her peers, it was natural for her to <i><b>speak</b></i> to me and inquire about my life outside of work, as opposed to just stopping by my desk to pick up messages. At her request, I was included in the monthly office meetings and birthday celebrations; this caused quite a stir! Because of Mary Ellen's recommendation, the arduous task of finding someone to relieve me for bathroom breaks was eliminated. Yet and still, one of her most significant impacts on my life, from which I am still reaping its fruit, was her offering <i>ME</i> the opportunity to expand my knowledge of the business, which eventually led to a promotion. Mary Ellen's integrity reminded me of things big and small that should <i>never</i> be tolerated—things which I had once desired to challenge but, over time, lost my passion to do so.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">For these reasons, upon so many others, my heart feels heavy at the thought of her. So the question is: "why didn't I keep my promise concerning her?!" I had said over and over in my mind that even though I'd found another job that I would ALWAYS stay in touch. I can hear myself saying, "<i>I've got to call Mary Ellen and tell her how well everything's going at my new job!...tell her how much fun I'm having being married!!...tell her how beautiful it is to bring a child into the world with someone you love!!!...tell her how much I enjoy being a mom and how I look forward to her seeing the beautiful son God gave us!!!! </i>Finally, I wanted to share how much I learned from her, particularly how you can be an astute businesswoman, <i><b>with authority</b></i>, and yet behave as if you have none. This amazing woman, of such impeccable character, <i>knew</i> how to stand up for what she believed in, <i>EVEN </i>if it created some waves; the difference was, she did it with a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So again, the question returns to me, weighing heavily on my heart: "Why didn't you just go visit like you said you would?!?!" And then...reverbating softly in my ears, the answer comes back: "because I thought I would always have 'TOMORROW.'</span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">"</span><br />
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Liberty Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12084469374663087758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5079630252971849158.post-9472680051076332162013-08-13T18:06:00.000-07:002013-09-20T15:29:15.883-07:00The Soul of A Woman - How Deep Does She Go?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I stand as an advocate, a spiritual vigilante, if you will, for the rights of women who have no voice (at present), but they hunger and thirst for their voices to be heard. A universal cry is what rings out - from the grey haired woman to little girls, from the atheist, to the Buddhist, to the Muslim, to the Christian, there is a wail that is common and longs to be heard... And I am here, drenched from head to toe, with your tears and your messages. Some voices made silent, even cry out from the grave - their blood, spilled into the soil, has reached my Father's ears - therefore, it has reached mine. So, I have made myself available to do and say what others cannot - No Matter the cost. My heart is open and bold on your behalf as <b>NOW</b> is the time for <b>FREEDOM</b>. Go, make you ready.</span></blockquote>
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