What Do You Want To Do?

What do you want to do today?

So many distractions going on around me

Easy ways, easy lies to believe

I can choose to follow them

Let them become a part of me

Or I can choose to stand in truth

Anchored in you

Not losing sight of love

You are love himself

Things come up in this life

Circumstances

We can choose to believe and accept

But that’s not your intention

Wake up in the morning with a choice

Walk with you or go our own way

What do you want to do today?

Relationship is where it’s at

Without that, we’re nothing

But how can we have relationship

When we allow so many things in

To come between

We put our phones away on dates

But not when we spend time with you

What defines a relationship true

We have to keep our focus strong

Steadfast in you, your presence

Not pushed one way or another

Rooted in who we’re called to be

Your love is deeper than the sea

Greater than the mountains

Love on me

So let’s get back to you

Back to the truth

Back to the desires of your heart 

What do you want to do today?

Identity

We all come from somewhere

There’s a past, a history

Everyone’s is different

All part of the mystery

The question that remains

Will you let it define you?

Mistakes and failed expectations

Do you accept them as truth?

You are not your past

You were created for something more

A great purpose in front of you

Waiting to be lived

Identity is so lost

In the world we are today

People believe what they hear

Lies to hold you back

Hearts are breaking

Minds are wandering

Unsure of who they are

They look for love in wrong places

You are a treasure

You are loved

Set apart from the beginning

Not forgotten, but cherished

Belonging to a family

The truth of who you are

Blessed and highly favored

Forgiven and adored

It’s a choice to leave the past

And walk in what’s your calling

Allow yourself to be loved

Don’t let the fear define

Your identity important

To make this world better

Believe the truths about you

Rise up and take a stand

Cameron Ezekiel

Don’t be afraid to dream

My little man of God

You are chosen

With a great destiny

Royalty; God’s own son

Loved, strong, victorious one

Known before you were born

You’re a history maker

You’ll change the course of nations

Bring peace to end the wars

Christ dwells within you

Fear no longer exists

God guards your mind and heart

Nothing can stop you

From being who you were called to be

A leader; walking as free

You are so loved

Light to the world

Salt to the earth

Bringing creation back

To the King’s intention

Don’t be afraid to dream

My little man of God

You are chosen

With a great destiny

Boat and Sea pt. 4

Papa

   I'd been waiting here for months now. I was waiting for her to come back. I called out her name, but there was not even an answer. She had left without even saying anything. Me heart ached to hear her voice again; to hear her whisper my name. 

   She was so close to me, yet, she distracted herself with other things, not wanting to talk. I saw her breaking down in tears, without knowing where to go or what to do. The whole time I was right there with her. My arms were around her, embracing her, but she chose not to feel me. She chose to look the other way and put on her strong face. It hurt my heart.

   More weeks went by and I watched her. I never left her side. Throughout everything, I was there with her. 

   She was walking around her room and she pulled out her old journals. These journals were filled with memories of her and I. They were love stories about us. I sat down on the blue bed next to her and held her soft hand as she read through each page, tears filling her eyes. I looked straight at her as I breathed, "I love you, baby."

Girl

   Flipping through these pages brought back so many memories; beautiful memories. The ink was smeared with old tears of happiness. I was reminded of the craziest experiences I've ever had and they were all with Papa. I began to cry because I missed the relationship that I had with him, yet I knew that I was the one who put myself in this position. 

   What hurt the most was that I felt like I didn't know how to start again. How could I just go back to our relationship if I had been ignoring him and turning away for so long? We used to spend every minute of every day together and now it had been several months since I'd even tried talking with him. 

   Just then, I felt the warmth of his hand on mine. I looked to my left and saw my Papa sitting right there with me. 

   "I never left you, love." I began to sob. "You're my precious girl and I desire relationship with you."

   "I am so sorry, Papa. Please forgive me for setting you to the side. Forgive me for ignoring you and walking away when you were there the whole time. I am sorry." My heart was heavy. 

   "You are so forgiven. I am beyond elated that you're here with me now. My love for you has never changed and it never will."

   "Thank you, Papa. I have some stuff I want to give you." I began taking the chains off that were on my heart. For the past eight months I had given them place to come and burden me. "Papa, these are the things that I allowed in my life and that were distracting me and holding me back from my relationship with you. I am so sorry and I don't want anything to do with them anymore." One by one, I took the chains off as he broke them and crushed them to pieces, no longer existent. 

   I felt like I was flying. I felt light. I was truly free. I held onto my Papa and never wanted to let go. It was no longer me living, but Papa living in me. 

   I hadn't gone to our secret place in what seemed like forever. But Papa can always hear my thoughts, so he just looked at me and smiled. "Let's go," he spoke. He swept me up into his arms and carried me outside into our canoe. 

Papa

   I cherished this time. I sat across from her and together we rowed. We were in sync with each other. An icy air whisped across the ocean's top, sending a mist to cover our faces. Gosh, she was so breathtakingly beautiful. 

   Her clear blue eyes watched me. And I couldn't take my eyes off of her, either. She was wearing a light blue dress that looked stunning with her blonde hair that was blowing in the sea breeze. She was a work of art. 

   We were nearing our tree, so I slowed the canoe. I know I put it there, but every time I saw this vast tree standing in the middle of the ocean, it was just surreal. The fierce waves crashed against the thick trunk. I made sure it would be like that because I know my baby loves listening to the roar of the break.

   I helped her climb out and onto our branch. As usual, we were surrounded by tea-candle lights. I adored to watch them glisten in her eyes.

   She sat down, her feet dangling from the tree and wrapped herself in the warm, colorful blanket. I went over next to her and did the same. It felt wonderful to be here with her again after so long. 

Girl

   I was home. That is where I belong. Right there, with my Papa. It was so refreshing to be by his side again; words can't even describe. 

   "I missed this," he said as he wrapped his arm around me. 

   "So did I. I don't know what I was thinking by ever leaving, but I am so happy to be here now. I never want to leave again. I never will." Talking to Papa was always the best. It brings so much peace, love, and passion. And hearing his voice was like taking your first drink of water after being stranded in the desert.

   He looked at me and spoke again. "Love, I know that was a dry season you were in for a while, but that doesn't mean that we've lost ground in our relationship. All the promises that I've given you, the things I want to do with you, and the plans that I have for you haven't changed. They never will." A smile washed over my face and tears of happiness filled my eyes. He continued, "You will be stronger now than you've ever been. I am giving you a new armor. You are bullet proof. But you still have to choose to put that armor on everyday. Things will come so much easier to you now. As you seek me out, you will be strengthened even more. There's nothing that can stop you now."

   I was bawling. All of my fears, all of my doubts were trampled as he spoke those words. Before, I felt like I had lost everything; my relationship with him, my prophetic destiny, the true dreams and desires of my heart, everything. That was a lie. My Papa is so good. He is great and he dwells inside me, therefore I am great. He is my passion. 

Papa

   This time with her, I wouldn't trade it for anything. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I was beyond delighted for this next season of her life that we were walking into together. There are so many adventures to be had and miracles to be seen. 

   "What are the dreams and desires of your heart?" I asked her. I already knew the answer, but it captivated me to hear her talk so passionately about it. 

   "I want to travel the nations. I want to go to these places and speak to presidents and world leaders. I will train up a group of young children and bring them with me. They will be the ones to bring transformation to these great leaders. The prophetic words that we receive from you will change the courses of nations. Violence will be destroyed and peace renewed. And I want to be a writer to share all of our adventures. My dream is that when people read the stories I write, your spirit would come alive in them. That is my dream." 

   As she spoke this to me, I could hear the rhythm of her heart beat faster. All that she spoke was my desire for her. This dream will become a reality. 

   The sky had grown dark as we'd been talking. The ocean below us was now black with mystery and the full moon danced on the rippling water. It was getting late. As much as I wanted to stay here with her, I knew that she would be getting tired soon. It was <<good>> to know that even though I was taking her back, we could still be together always. 

   "We should be going," I said to her. 

   "Ok, Papa." She grabbed hold of my hand and sat down inside our wooden canoe. 

   "Now just curl up and rest. I'll take us home safe." I gave her another blanket and kissed her warm forehead. 

   "I love you, Papa."

   "I love you more, baby."

You Make It Real For Me

When the stars aren't shining

And the sun's not burning,

I know it's gonna be ok. 

I look into your eyes

And I seem to realize...

You make it real for me. 

Like the first rainfall after the drought. 

The colors of the sky as the sun sets. 

The smell of the air in the springtime. 

You make it real for me. 

You're my best friend, that's not gonna change. 

I trust you completely for you truly know me. 

Sometimes it's hard to be strong with all that's going on,

But I'm by your side and it all comes back.

It's the truth that's carried in your smile. 

You make it real for me. 

Like the song of the morning. 

The crash of the ocean waves. 

The wind blowing through the trees. 

You make it real for me. 

Written: September 2014

Love @ First Sight

They say it can't happen,

But I'll show them again.

This thing they call love,

Only true from above. 

This is love at first sight.

No doubt, it just feels right. 

With one look of your eyes,

My heartbeat starts to rise. 

We may be young and wild,

But I died when you smiled. 

My world came to a stop 

And my heart, about to pop.

This is love at first sight. 

No doubt, it just feels right. 

With one touch of your kiss,

I fall into pure bliss. 

Love is more than a feel.

When I'm with you, it's real. 

Forever and always,

My flame for you ablaze. 

Written: Oct. 14, 2015

Boat and Sea pt. 3

Girl

I’ve been lost at sea for a month now. I am hungry, I am thirsty, and I am tired. Even though it was my choice to get myself lost, I feel broken; like I’m not even me anymore. I know what I need to do, but I don’t do it because as stupid as it may sound, I consider myself justified for feeling the way I do. I try to lift my head up, but just trying does not get me anywhere. I deem myself so justified that I'm about to decide that I would rather stay lost out here in the sea, then leave and go back to living my dream.  

 

Papa

“I am right here, baby!” I have been standing in front of her the whole time, with my arms open, longing for her embrace, but she cannot see me. Her eyes are fixed on something else. Back when we were at the shore, I saw her get into the rickety, old wooden canoe, and I waited for her to call my name and invite me to go with her, but she never even looked back. My heart dropped. I follow her, protecting her and caring for her. She does not acknowledge that I am here, but I desire to be with my baby girl. She is so precious to me, but she seems to have forgotten all that we share. I watch as she rows the boat into deeper water. I am right here with her. So close to touch her, but she does not feel me, she does not want to. I can tell my baby is tired because her rowing comes to a stop and she lies down.

 

Girl

I look around in my boat and I see something tucked in one of the crevices. It is a folded up piece of paper. As I lay here, I feel weak, but I reach over to pick it up. Unfolding it slowly, I begin to read what it says. It is a love letter; half of it written from me to Papa and the other half is what he wrote to me. I began to read…

 

Papa

I have memorized the words from this letter. She wrote it to me a while ago and I have read it every day.

 

“Papa, I love you. From the deepest part of me, I desire you. You are my king, my creator, my love, my father. I will not go anywhere or do anything unless you are there with me. You are my one true love. I can’t take my eyes off of you because I am so in love. Your presence is so sweet. There is no other place I would rather be. It is refreshing. I fear nothing, I worry nothing, when I am with you. Your love is unconditional and your joy overwhelming. Thank you, Papa. You are strong like steel and soft like the wind. I am yours. I love you.”

Mm... how her words make me smile. I cannot forget that day, when she first truly fell in love with me.

 

Girl

After reading what I had wrote, it became so real to me. I continued to read what my Papa had written to me,

 

“Baby, “For you reach into my heart. With one flash of your eyes I am undone by your love.” Oh, how I desire to be with you. From before you were even a thought in your parent’s mind, I have loved you. I have set you apart and given you an amazing, great prophetic destiny. Your words are honey to me and I drink them in, the taste so sweet. You are my daughter and my love. You are strong and you amaze me. My heart races every time your eyes meet with mine. I trust you, baby. Thank you. I am so in love with you.” 

Tears rolled down my cheeks. My first love. I am reminded of him and the truth that he is.  I set the letter down on the bench beside me and read the promises that he had etched into the wood of the boat. They had always been there, but I had chosen not to read them. Now, I drink them in and am reminded of the promises my Papa has spoken to me. His promises are truth. I am so thankful for his unrelenting forgiveness. I call out his name and immediately, I see him running towards me, on top of the water. He steps inside the boat and kisses me softly; such a sweet kiss. No other thought can I think, except of him. He puts his hand on my heart and I am whole. He forgave me for the fit that I was throwing. I tell him that there is only one thing I want to do now. I want to go to our secret place.

 

Papa

It isn’t far to get from where we are to our secret place. She is tired, so I tell her that I will row the rest of the way. My heart is so happy right now. We are not using words, but our hearts are communicating. We look each other in the eye. Our tree comes into sight and as we arrive, I tie the boat to the thick trunk. I pick her up and lift her onto our branch. The blankets were still there and the candles lit. They are always lit because it is ready for us whenever we want. She gives me her hand and I sit by her side. “Baby, I love you and I missed you.” It was all I wanted to say. She tells me how much she loves me. I hear her words and cannot stop admiring her. Her beauty is beyond words. I grab her hand and stare into her blue eyes.

 

Girl

I haven’t stopped laughing since we got here. He makes me so happy and I feel so good when I am with him. Once I catch a break from laughing so hard, I am able to look up into his eyes, but when I see him, I begin to laugh even harder. I can’t bare look at him too long because I am laughing so hard that it hurts. He draws me in more and more. I have to hold onto him with all of my strength because if I don’t, I am going to fall. Oh man, I don’t know how I could have looked away from this. I will not do it again. This is too good. It is all good and I know there is still more. Whoa! He holds my face with his hands so that I am able to open my eyes and see him. There is so much I am trying to say, but I am unable to open my mouth. I know that it’s ok, though, because everything I am thinking, he is hearing. He tells me that he has something else that he wants to share with me. Every time he says this, butterflies begin to fly inside of me. It’s an excitement, a joy, a thankfulness, a wonder.

 

Papa

"Jamaica. Mayoruna tribe in Jamaica. I am going to send you to this tribe and the chief is going to fall in love with me there, though your heart. There are babies dying there and it breaks me to see this. But you, baby, you are going to bring the love and the truth that they need. Don’t worry because you aren’t going to go alone. I will be there with you the whole way. I will give you the words to say and provide for you. People are going to look up to you. Milk and honey will flow out of your fingers and feed thousands of the children there. Color is going to come back and joy is going to attack the tribe."

   I am beyond excited to go with her to Jamaica and see all of this happening. It is going to be great. I look at her and I see her face light up. I see her sitting on the edge of the branch. She wants to go and that is why I planned all of this for her. I trust her. The stars are dancing on the water and for a while, we just sit there watching them. She falls asleep on my shoulder and I scoop her up and set her gently into the boat. We ride the rippling waves as I row us back to shore. Without even waking her, I carry her up to her room and rest her in her bed. She is a princess. Even as she sleeps, her loveliness astounds me. “Good night, baby.”