Krissy Mosley Ministries

 

I am the starting point.
I start with this tincture.

to add a tiny bit of joy,
to add a tiny bit of laughter,
to add a tiny bit of gratitude,

is to reflect all the host of heaven is within,
is to reflect all the host of heaven is watching over me,
is to reflect all the host of heaven holds me together,
is to reflect all the host of heaven is expanding peace.

Heaven is all that I’ll ever need,
is all that – heaven requires,
is nothing more,
nothing less,
never ending..

I am a tiny glass of love~your kindness sister

 

Destiny is not the end but it is unlocking of life’s purpose.
More so it is the beginning.
Apart, from the flow that got me here.

It is the becoming, apart from the path- missing in life.

I chase what GOD is…
I chase that sense of something greater.
Beyond that open door, I choose heaven
not waiting, for my last breath.

I’d share in heaven’s love
put my arms around the whole earth and hold-on
to everything and everyone and hold-on to that
kinda of love in my arms.~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

It was a super breezy day. I’d finished doing the morning laundry. My kitchen wasn’t spotless but it was somewhat I call manageable. I needed a few items from the market. My son asked if he could tag along. I said sure. I didn’t need much so he’d asked to hold the food items.

As we made our way down the aisle we noticed the two lines that wrapped its way down the center. We stood at the very end when a woman who was first in line said, “Miss, that’s all you have. Do you wanna go?”

I thought – are you sure I don’t want to be rude to all the others shoppers patiently waiting. It’s not the easy thing – waiting.

So after a few more seconds, I responded, “thank you.” I made my way from the tail end of the line down the center aisle to the cashier.

If that wasn’t enough- I thought I had a clear path. Little did I know.  The narrow aisle between the lady’s shopping cart, my son handing me the items to put on this moving belt – and bam…

I made a wrong move and all the snacks on the side of me started tumbling down. Our mouths dropped. I kept saying sorry.

And then the miracle came:

On a normal day, this might not have happened. Seeing how things move faster in today’s times but a little heaven met us. I looked at all those grocery items on the floor. I started grabbing food. Trying to put it back on the shelf. That’ when other shoppers pitched-in, helping to restore the shelf. (from what my clumsy-self had ruined).  I said thank you,  thank you, everyone.

I paid for my items. I quickly left.

My son: Mommy that was a miracle. You know? I was embarrassed for you. Then the people started helping. It was amazing! Maybe God had those people to help you.  Because it was gonna be a long night if they didn’t…

Me: Yes indeed, it was the good LORD. And those people gave us a bit of heaven. For that, I’m thankful~your kindness sister

This time
I’ll be easy to read.

No complications
I’ll leave off the fine print.

While my tears
bring downtime,
in the sun
and puppies in the alley.

Don’t break up
the morning
with the afternoon.

Please, would you stay.
It will be..

Love and paper hearts
and pieces of the sky
and the baby birds will
peek.

And it will be morning..~your Kindness sister

The stones dance in our ears.
Lobes of sugar canes
on our tongues.

It requires us to dearly drink,
the clear-crisp brooks of the south.
Where spring waters delight.

And the plums are ripe.
And figs satisfy our tounges.

It tastes like home.
It feels like summer,
with no ice and no air-condition.

Where we are from
the sky is our city.

In plains to uncover, home
unlike any…

A light of glory.
A vision to repair.

A path in the lilies and folds.
A strength to strike rock.

And be
home.~your kindness sister

Like a bird diving for its very first drink of the morning.
An eagle brooding over her nest. The untapped ocean that delivers its arms for healing.

Most of all, the ache of a soul.
Reaching for repair.
Awaiting for the ringing bells of glory.

An ache that grows each day because she is not touched.
And for a little while, this breach may grow.
It seeps, long enough to utter-
help me…

Obtain the ancients paths, that I too may find this narrow road. Long enough, to break the bands of darkness, strong enough to ride over the earth.

Enter into the third heaven.
Bringing visions down into the ocean.

When the people drink of me.
It will be wisdom.

Ringing her bells over
the highest towers.

When the soul is touched.
She will rise with healing in her wings.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

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I can be a door.
I can be an open road.
I can be a crack in the ceiling.
And watch the rain fall through.

I can – with joy in full bloom.
I can be distant summers.
Falling upon crackling leaves.

 

Distilling the fermented grounds.
For seeds early planting.

I can be a door wide open
An undiscovered terrain.~your Kindness Sister

 

When seasons change

The fire-birds come.

Their wings spread over

the sky of skies.

And little bellies carry the sun’s rock

from- realms of angels.

To break the sunset-

with the morning. ~your Kindness sister 🙂

 

 

 

As one that conquers
My deepest doubt.
Grace flows in.

Mercy leads
her dear children home.

But Love is..
Love is a nation
Love is a weapon.

She bares arms
For children
Like mine.

Proving arrows
Shield and sword

Watching at the gate
Buffeting over…

Love walks on waters
She brings her children
Home.

Through radiation
Through chemo
Through heart failure

Through suicide
Through bullying
Through “the march of dimes”

 

And though it seems
Love is never enough

Love brings her
Dear children
Home.~your kindness sister

 

This was no ordinary day. The sky had taken a turn for the worst. The rain pushed us to our limit. I tried to stay indoors but I couldn’t help but be struck with awe and madness.

I stared at the storm, the trees crashed to the ground. The clouds thickened. Powerlines swayed, pedestrians dashed home. The willow tree seemed to dance through it all. As if it wept for us.

And we needed interceeding. Boy did we need it.

My neighbor Ms. McKenney banged and banged on the door. Without an answer, she walked in screaming do something…

Frantically I grabbed the first thing I saw. It was my grandmother’s brand new bath towels. She’d just come home and bragged, what a sale she’d made off with her pink and white set of 100% all cotton towels.

At that moment she mumbled that those pink and white towels were at the top her list. Living in a household with six grandkids and four adults. And every day she’d get in the tub only to discover she had not a towel to dry off with.

She paraded those towels off like garments fit for a king.  Afterwhile she’d left those brand new towels resting on the arm of the couch as she made her way to her room.

While she was upstairs resting. Little did she know, I’d dashed through storm across the road to where the crowd gathered around a little boy who had been shot in the head. With all my might I held his head with those towels. I pressed and pressed until EMT’s arrived.

I’ve probably missed my calling as a first responder or something, seeing how people seemed to find little ole me.

Anyhow…I came home with bloody towels, covered in cold blood from the waist down. My grandmom came back down when she noticed.

Grandmom: what happened now- I turned my back for one minute…

Me: Grandmom I had to, he was bleeding out.

Grandmom: But not my pink and white towels no.
I just bought those pink and white towels. Not another word. You could have used anything. I got old sheets and old clothes but oh no…

Me: Well I think he’s gonna make it. I grabbed the first thing I saw.

The next day grandma picks up the newspaper Hey Krissy, he made it. He made it.
And you owe me some bath towels, little girl.

We both smiled .~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley (true stories from my childhood)