The love of truth.. the love of another..

This kind has boundaries which sprout amongst the willow trees where birds sing welcome, and  granite carries weight, where midnight stars call to gravity and she knits us back together, in Eden’s’ proclamation, “ you may come this far, but no farther. “ In yes’s and no’s that refuse to be censored , in cool clear water flowing from the spring where the homeless bend to drink. 

Where east and west and right and left and lion and lamb plant  flowers of forgiveness.. where hope is found in Gethsemane’s foot prints… He is with us still you know.. He has not left us. We do not have to pray Him down.. simply let Him open our eyes.. next to the rock where the willow tree grows. 

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You guys are the best, the absolute best, you are my pen pals, my friends unseen, the people who live  fascinating lives.. right here within my phone.. and for that reason, I do not feel comfortable troubling you too much with yet another power play  that attempted to come against me… to strangle my voice.. but I will say.. He is faithful. 

He is faithful. 

He is faithful. 

John  16:2 Yes, the time comes that whoever kills you will think that he offers service to God.

For those who feel led to pray for me:

In this case, it was not a death threat, or sexual harassment as before. No this time it was in defamation.. defamation which has inferred that writing a book of poetry which stands with the oppressed makes me a hateful liar, makes me one who has forgotten the Bible… makes me one who judges and harms. Defamation which grieved and cut me.. lied about and betrayed me.. 

But doesn’t Scripture itself teach  us to stand with those who are powerless, the widow, the orphan, the oppressed, the alien in the land.. those without homes and families? 

I believe I have been called to this.. and so I write.. 

And so I write. If I see someone being harmed there is a good chance I will step in to support.. to encourage.. to fight if necessary. To attempt to see both sides, love both sides, stand with the weak. Can’t be helped. I’ve been like this as long as I can remember… but what I am learning in recent years .. is that if I am being harmed … or falsely accused, or abused, that I need to stand for myself as well and say, you may come this far.. but no farther.. I have the right to speak truth here as well.. .. because God thinks I matter too. 

My goal is to continue to fight for the dignity and humanitarian  rights of all whom He has asked me to.. when He stops asking me to.. then I want to stop as well. 

 But until then my hope is to continue standing for those who have been sexually abused, for those without homes, for those facing racial discrimination..to keep saying No to anything that has harmed or intends to harm another. 

The enemy here is not truth. It is not saying no.. it is not in setting a boundary.. it’s the jealousy and hatred which desires to control another, hatred and jealousy which bears false witness against another, hatred and jealousy which purposes to  destroy reputation because it cannot bear for the truth to be told.

But HE has come to give us life.. and that abundantly. He has come to heal and restore. He has come to help us stop harming.. .. to help us learn how to forgive.

A quick side note.. if I wasn’t completely sure about the call to write it has become much clearer to me in the increasingly vicious attacks and increasingly wondrous demonstrations of Gods love as He opens doors. 

Today , tomorrow, and forever, 

He is with us.