Krissy Mosley Ministries

This on my heart, I read it through my Facebook feed and had to share it

Some things are worth praying…

I believe that,

and asking God to help my unbelief in all 99% of the rest

 

kindness sis. Krissy

 

 

Dear God, I think I’ve made a big mess of my life

I think I let my thoughts and my emotions get the best of me.

Yet here I am, healthy a little blistered, but hey, not bad.

A little tattered but not torn. A little worn, but not worn out

God, I’m not tired by a long shot

I still got grit about me, I still got fire in my belly.

I still got wool to braid,

A stoke of blood still running warm in my vein and words and words to write. 

kindness sis Krissy

While the day must come to a close

some words may fade away

memories like dreams

rowing quietly in the night

some things remain,

after the debris has fallen

after the rain has spilled its seed

again and again

a new day will come

and I shall be born anew

kindness sis krissy

 

When the darkness is over-as if I’d shut the big slate door

and opened my arms touching wisdom on the shoulder- leaving behind all the things

that once defined my life (all the why’s and why not are no longer needed)

• if you don’t understand my kinky-black hair -that’s alright
• if you can’t imagine being born the darker race
• if you feel- that falling and rising is a “metaphysical dilemma you haven’t conquered yet”
• if when being questioned who are you becomes too much
• if when talking of loving or being in love – a silence rushes in

This is who am, and I’m not perfect, and there’s no sentence to complete that…

 

 

I shall become a collector of old grapes and discover I am made of fine wine.

kindness sis. Krissy

 

(free pixabay images)

Somewhere while the world is sleeping,

I lay awake,

watching angels build ladders in the sky. 

her cheeks are full.

“Blue Moon” its been awhile – ten thousand miles,

Since I laid my head down in the river.

Merciful waters -brought slaves their freedom,

sound baths- effervescent fluids brought us into the world

Merciless ships passing

waves and waves of human- people

Head down to the water- wave my troubles away

kindness sis krissy 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I’ve learned one thing: from the lessons of regret, that it is more about the journey itself,

the rocks of humility, the stone and stumble, they are there not to cause the crash -the burning I’ve felt. 

It was there, I found purpose on the path. It was there I’ve learned how deep the pits falling…

Somewhere along the way, I found my truest self.

The girl who has shaved her hair bald and grown it again. The girl that had scales for skin and watched those same scales turn to skin.

The girl who has the biggest mission:  that is to be kind,

be kind to others

be kind to self

be kind to the pain

be kind to my own failures

be kind when things change and  when they don’t

kindness is all that matters in healing the soul

kindness sis. krissy

 

Sometimes talking too much can be the same as saying nothing at all

Standing there listening to everything and nothing

even in the smallest breeze – the taste of such familiar- feels like sitting on my back porch on a Wednesday morning, the morning hush untouched

the sky has broken many clouds into pieces, including me- gathering in a gentle sun

sings the songs of home. songs forgotten, broken but still burning in the morning

feels like, we’ve been here before, touched by angels, touched by strangers unware

feels like, my body, being put back together with tape and measure, including the wide-open sea

feels like, God rises to the put world back in place once more

and the journey never ceases

kindness sis. krissy