Dear kindness its’ praying time oh’ church its’ praying
time,
kindness sister Krissy
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Dear kindness, the sun went on shinning like it was supposed to. The winds blew softly. The trees may be bare but the grass is slowly, turning green.
I choose to believe my faith is made by my words,
My works are made in faith,
I believe with all of you
this is the “good fight of faith”
In the end, We Win!
kindness sister Krissy
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Dear Kindness, I’ve always lived facing something if it wasn’t, one thing it was ten other things. A great man once said “you must be able to weep and still be counted as warriors.”
That’s how I’ve been feeling as of late. I feel like sobbing the night away. I feel uncertainty like muddy clouds – my tiny raindrops, are for the angels to carry.
Sometimes when things get to heavy the human body has ways of discarding what it no longer needs. In the words of the good book. I’m paraphrasing, “weeping may endure for one night, but joy must come” joy will come, and we shall have joy after while”
Somehow, after that,
I rise up, with a little more grit,
I rise with a little more strength,
I rise with a little more getting up,
that everything is going to work out,
just fine.
kindness sister Krissy
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Dear kindness, I keep showing up here, while the world is always overly busy. I’m finally learning,- learning to slow down, catch a glimpse of the breeze I’ve been chasing. Air so crisp and light. I exhale my many roles, of many hats, bag-lady-queen,
sip kindly my blueberry tea-percolating.
Inwardly the steps I’ve been making,
air-tight cultivating, reservoirs of faith
in times like these, our gatherings were not in vain
our leaps of faith
our worship
our prayers
our fears to shake
drawing closer and closer to the day
to pull from our reserve,
hold out the light for others still coming
cast off the shadows
and wait for day-break
and wait for day-break
your kindness sister Krissy
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I am divinely blessed today
I am divinely restored today
I am grateful to be alive today
I am holding on to my faith
I will walk in faith
I will live by faith
I speak life today
I will wash my hands in faith not fear
I will respond in wisdom not stupidity
I “cast my cares on God for God cares for me”
your kindness sister Krissy
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such a beautiful storm
seas talking with the ocean,
seen a many things passing, fearful and normal
never saw this day a-coming.
what If I can’t carry, everything -the world has me buying
what if I’m, running around with my eyes wide open – while others maybe dying
how will I know, I can’t carry this load
how will I know, if I’m half past crazy or its me and the world
one thing I know- I remember those old scriptures
I remember them well,
“reap what you sow” “God is not the author of fear nor confusion but of love and a sound mind”
so I’m telling myself, get hold of yourself
hold on to your faith and let go of the day.
hollowed hearts- cry out,
God we made our mistakes,
coming closer and closer,
the sky it awakes, turning our faces to you
God- we are turning our faces,
to you. Amen.
your Kindness sister Krissy
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One thing I could always count on was morning prayer. Even when things went wrong, bouncing around seem to be my middle name. Sometimes we moved across town only to move back downtown. Only to slide back over to the east of the city. The one thing that remained constant was prayer.
I can remember the all night prayers huddled around the living room. I can remember mama and her holy oil. Glued to the walls and metallic wallpaper. I can remember the smell of castor oil and frankincense. I can remember the pouring of water in ceramic bowls. Two of my mother’s bowls were split down the center.
Crackling of waters in clay.
We stood, we bowed, we laid prostrate,
we gave our prayers to faith,
we surrendered those days,
where the nightmare seemed to creep behind those prayers we prayed
here we are counting broken-ness, as our eyes grew legs searching for the sun.
there we are, staying all night if we had to, until the fetters of our minds were done.
some said, “it didn’t take all that” but we prayed
to keep our sanity,
some said “they didn’t have time to pray” but mama said she “could pray any time, anywhere. In whisper, softly and moaned. Through song, until the prayers got down to the bone.
we prayed while our faith seemed weak and worn out
we prayed with no money in our pockets
we prayed together, we prayed alone
we prayed with eviction notice in our hands
we prayed picking iron beds and recycled soda cans
we prayed…
and I still believe miracles happen when you pray.
kindness sister Krissy
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The truth is, no one should have to walk around in shallow lands. Suffering shoulders to look over. The holes of discomfort growing bolder, the need for respite. To pause and reset.
the earth has its leans, its greens, its means of total upset,
sucking marrow and the bone. The old, and growing, no one knows ” what tomorrow holds”
in faith we pray a better world awaits, and healing blows like the winds.
and healing blows, like the wind.
kindness sister Krissy
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It takes faith to step into the deep
from a trickling outpour
of the things unseen…
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And when the man of time is done
Trees cut through and through
Oh’ Beastly – silly one
Give yourself to you
and not another
Lend your cares not to beg
In sorrow sow joy
In Mourning sow a gentle burst of sun
Fathering a simple plea
when my life is done
You shall see me again
kneading a shadow’s glow
in a dash hope –
life is sweeter
Krissy Mosley Ministries 