Krissy Mosley Ministries

Many waters, drip down
into the bones
those lone dark roads
contentions breaking strange-friends
I say hello/ you say welcome
a paradox of good and evil
choosing roads less traveled/
wasn’t as hard as it seems/ God, can you hear me?
not knowing has played her part
harder still/ knowing,
in between the moments there sleeps
a tender silence, awakened by the floods
mimicking footsteps
echoing for the path
to become…~kindness sis. Krissy

1) The stories of my life are here to teach me
2) Am I listening to the stories long enough for precise improvement
3) As I sit down to write the novel, every single stroke has an impact
4) create a writer’s fail safety plan
5) Where have I buried the most valuable stories
6) Constructing writing routines around parenting
7) read. read.read
8) Take time and smile
9) laugh and be
10) just simply be

“You are never stronger…than when you land on the other side of despair.” Zadie Smith

I have a feeling everything has changed
light roaring at the darkness
darkness roaring back

sleepy skies, eyes coming apart
blue/purple/ ecstatic/ rose

All of us – Lions prowling
pyramids-of-people

icy-cold-mud/ pearly-glinting-snow
blue haze surrounding
sugar plants, schoolyards, and school zones,

lions on watch
shake a mane
pat a brow

rows-of-nonverbals
squeezed in a few more

slouched, in a fold-up chair
four rows, second column to the left
sticky gum, still-chewable

answer lion, roar silently
hairballs, cough
squeeze back a roar

cat it out now
lumps in the throat

if this is my life
not a hairless feline
nor a ghostly-shadow
nor somebody else’s paws
pretending/ and I’m not

 
A roar, is a roar, is a roar,
a spirited one

spears and sparrows
gardens, and thorns
bridges, and thickets

I hear the voices
of a thousand
women trapped
all in one

courage up,
brave it out, girls~kindness sis. Krissy

Once I’d received checks in the mail from a bank that shall remain nameless. No bus-throwing over here. Okay. Where was I? Oh right, checks in the mail. It had been several years since we moved and closed our accounts.

Not sure what my husband and I left in those accounts. As the mail arrived, I read the name on the envelope. Immediately my mind said: “Nope, they won’t get another dime”.

However, that wasn’t the case, it read something, along-the-lines, with many failed attempts to reach – C. and Kris Mosley. We have mailed the following amounts.

I couldn’t believe it. I shouted like it was Sunday morning/ & God himself came down and touched me.

We had no food in the house during that time. What a Christmas miracle. The kids had no idea we bearly any food nor that things were tight.

So now, when I think of God. I think of a limitless God,

who can always show up in small white envelopes you never know.
God’s good like that~ your kindness sis. Krissy (all true stories)

Dear 30 days of thankfulness and counting…

Posting posted notes on my living room wall. I was unclear if I truly had an overabundance of reasons to be thankful. Okay, I was apprehensive in posting. Not sure if this would change the well-being of life into the here and now. Live in the moment. Relish the moment, graciously, wholeheartedly as the budda says “drink tea, no really drink the tea”.

Beyond that extensive cluster of making a living, providing for the souls of three children. Whose needs surpass my own. Good education, spiritual, and home. Keep the heat going, keep the lights on. Gifts for Christmas. Quality family time no cell phones, no facebook. Just good old fashion laughter, stories and plenty of food.

Now I’m deeply holding on to air. Floating particles of dust on my fingertips. Wind in my ears. Stillness in the room. Listening to the silence. Gurggling icebox frozen cubes being made. Soft tingling sensation underneath the bed of my feet. Relax. Winding down.

See the missing link in thankfulness. One long unbroken chain, not just thankful for the things I had, but those I didn’t. My repossessed car of 2012, no longer carrying this burden, thankful. The job I’ve aspired to receive but didn’t. No pressure, nothing loss. The skin issues with eczema are dormant. You get the point. These material illusions mostly made out of a perspective that life’s only good if I have this, or drive that, or look like that.

Thankfulness is empowerment, gives me the grit to be 5’1. One hundred and twenty pounds. Dark Skinned, dreadlocks, a gap in my teeth, burn scar in my right hand, broken nail-index finger, nail polish chipping, no manicure, running on the inadequacy of motherhood, returning student, third time around.

Reach. Goal. Reach. Reach. Reach. Goal. Goal. Goal. (Why, Stop)

The missing link,
Blessed assuredness
never- arriving, “many rivers to cross”
“listening to the river,” “many faces of the river”
“meetings at the river” “blessings in the river”
flowing mountains, standing still
God’s got it,

A surrendered- thankful
~kindness sis. Krissy

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