br ea the

remind me to never search for love

out of the aching emptiness of my own heart

i must be full,

first

remind me to never strive for what is meant to come naturally.

remind me, to remember;

to breathe

the dividing line

He does not confuse us
He does not overwhelm us
He does not make us feel like our lives and peace and sanity are all at stake at the hands of our decision making

Know His voice.
He does not cause us to obsess
He is Abba.
The God of peace
The God of certainty,
the God of ease.

And there is a dividing line, between what really are His words,
and what are just pretending to be.

So keep your eyes open,
keep your ears attentive,
for His voice will still you,
His voice will bring about joy in you
His voice will place confidence in you.

for when He speaks,
there are no questions to be asked,
for He is sure and sturdy and faithful in His love

Know the dividing line,
steer clear of all the enemy's lies
He does not confuse us,

He breathes stillness into us

the women i live with

i hear the women i live with
day in, day out
they boast of the love they've found
in the arms of men
who only want them for a season

they boast of a never appearing forever,
and dream of fairytale endings–
while they slave away on 12 hour shifts
at jobs they are too tired to quit from,
and too dead to notice its toll anymore

these women, they hang on his every word
his every text, his everything
they cease to exist until they are reunited
with the men that see nothing more than a convenience

little does she know,
that he does not spend his 12 hour days pining
after her
little does she know
of the good things that are yet to find her
little does she know.

i hear the women i live with
day in, day out
they stoop down low
and no longer aim high
they choose all the wrong men
and no longer question why

the reasons we let go

of all the reasons we let go
the only one holding truth is this;

we
were
uncertain.

and by we,
i definitely mean you.

this is my appeal

this is my appeal to you.
and if i am wrong,
i promise to leave you be
but hear me out–just for a moment
for i am just like you.
i am struggling too,
i am also afraid
i am often unsure

but what if, the one thing
amidst all of my uncertainties,
was the certainty that i am worth loving?
what if, amidst all my questions
was not the one of "am i enough?"

what if we fought to believe the things that all the Princess stories talk about?
that we are royalty,
bred with intentionality and not ignorance,
chosen and cultivated for growth and not despair
purposed and designed for great things
that we can not even comprehend?
that the skin we came with
was really the one intended for us
that our names hold destiny and our palms, character
that our hair–whether resisting gravity or falling like a stream–
is exactly the way it is meant to be?

so this is my appeal,
that we would be young girls and old women who do not question ourselves
because of a failing society that tells us to
because could you imagine a planet earth
where women define
beauty,
as each other
and love,
as the way we feel towards ourselves?

what will it take

what will take,
for you to finally choose you?
to stop choosing the men that break you;
to stop thinking that maybe this time will be different

what will it take,
to recognize that the only way those scars will heal,
is to stop drinking the poison that created them in the first place

isn't it wild,
that the moments you've wasted wanting him,
are the very ones you could have used to want yourself

so what will take?
another breakdown or heart ache
another endless cycle of "have's and have-not's",
another "maybe-if-i-give-him-one-more-chance-he-won't-screw-it-up"
another pep-talk
another "cry-till-i-can-no-longer-breathe"?

What
will
it take

What
is your
price

How
much
more
must
you
endure

it should have taken your first tear
to end it all,
it should have been your first question of self-worth,
that answered all.

it should have ended
the very moment
you decided,

you.
are.
all.
it.
takes.

so why wait?

he doesn't know what he's missing

dear you,
yes–you.
the one reading this screen right now.
the girl wondering what it'll take to become someone worth noticing.
don't you already know that you are?– worth noticing, that is.
why do you even question it?

is it him?
the boy who fails to acknowledge the beauty you carry?
or is it because of the one who chose you, only to change his mind again?

stop it.
whatever your reasons,
please just stop it.
stop your questioning, stop your wondering.
stop spending your time and energy on worthless questions that involve worthless boys and their worthless pursuit.

take the time to know you.
know yourself deeply.
know the One who made you.
learn from Him. Listen to His words, His opinions, His thoughts over you.
it is worth investing in, i promise.

take it from the girl who spent her whole life believing those same lies.
the ones that say "you're only worth as much as the attention he gives you"
take it from her.

you. are. not. made. whole. because. of. him.
you are already whole in Him {the greater Him, that is}

take time
inhale truth
let it surround you
take time
inhale truth
let it dig its roots within you
take time
know you
take time–
find you.

you. are. worth. it. all.
so take time
to believe this.
because i promise,

he doesn't know what he's missing.

- P