3 Kindred Hearts...A 3 Strand Cord

Consanguinity...Three unique hearts beating, dancing, battling, and singing similar yet such distinguished songs. Mckenna - Haleigh - Ashleigh! One heart...three organs. Just years between maturity and childhood...love and hate...peace and chaos...joy and rage...all leaders in a process. The process is what delivers scars of scrutiny and tools of talent...each one stayed in her unique stance yet innately dependent upon her kin. A three strand cord is not easily broken...the Lord breathed life into these triplets of His Kingdom...life abundant with pain and colorful with blessing. Each her own entity to her King. How does each one walk her way and lock arms with the one beside her? They trip constantly...they skip wildly...they cry wrecklessly...they smile sweetly...they fight furociously...they hold honorably....they dance dantily....they laugh lawlessly...they love loyally...they desire desperately!!! Desperately to be safe...to be loved unconditionally and to be purposed intentionally! She, one kin, found what she scrambled for....another, one kin, discovered the root of her desolate devastation...the other, one kin, still fumbles in her fight! She stands in the gap for her while another points the other to purpose. The cord is never broken...it may be limp with lies or taut with torment, but never frayed...never ripped. Their King is kind....their Lord is Loving....their Savior is Safe...their Christ is curiously bestowing courage to cleave the cord for its calling! Thank you Father for your faithfulness...I stand in the gap for the 'other'! I hand the 'other' over!!!

I love you

Journey on Horseback...

Come ride with me for you are my bride...He rode up next to me on a white horse...mine was a black stallion. A stride so graceful it emanated the heavens. His voice so full of peace yet overwhelmed with electricity so powerful its only option is to roar. She could only concur with such astounding opportunity....No, it was an invitation to freedom...an invitation to the serenity of His Kingdom...an invitation to be...be in the presence of my Healer. Valleys so vast, Hills so Honorable, a voyage so victorious...I could not refuse. Then why do we stand still at the mountains top? Lets run to freedom...Lets go! He just gazed at me...He is yet to move from this high place...Why don't we begin the Journey? "The journey has already begun my precious princess! Be still and know that I am! Let's just be here in this place...in this moment...in this stillness! Can you hear my heart beat? It beats vivaciously for you! Can you hear it? Be still and be with me now! Can you hear it beat for you?" No..."Well, daughter you are not close enough! Come closer...Come closer...Come closer...Come closer...I love you...Come hear...listen to what it beats for you...come closer...let me hold you...come, come, come...come be held. You are mine so please let me be yours, beautiful bride! Come Journey with Me!"

Your will be done

Your Kingdom come

You are my King

You are my Healer

You are my Provider

You are my Lover

You are mine and I am yours!

I played tag with my King today...."RECLAIM ME!"

Her voice full of endless smiles...her face full of joyful delight as she chases after her King in fields of grace, heavenly beauty, and streams of glory! Her majesty pursues as she whips through the forest of glorious greenergy touched by pale pinks, whitest whites, miraculous melons, vivid violets, lustrous lemons, beaming blues and glistening sparkles. Divine Diamonds that blind as the light of His face bounces from their exterior. She prances onward as He tags her shoulder followed by a gentle remark, "You are it!" Titillated...she spins to chase after her King...she giggles in sheer delight at her Savior. As His favored princess....she gracefully takes out after Him through glistening streams of purity...she is running freely after Him. He is elated to be persevered upon by His daughter. He turns His face to gaze back at her beauty...then He slows as a means to quicken her ability to touch His cloak...she reaches Him and to her surprise she is not allowed to tag Him...instead He embraces her in loving arms! He holds her head in healing...He grasps her with a gaze of GLORY...He arrests her in Almighty arms...He cherishes her in that place of changing her world....He places her in passionate love....He maintains her in Mercy! She is home in His Hold! she is in complete in that place...that place amidst Kingdom Kraziness!

She realizes that she never 'tags' Him...she yanks away in fear in the times that He has to pursue her in tag....when He touches her she is reminded to reset her heart on Him. His grace and tender touch quicken her to pursue Him once again....she has REFUSED to stay in His arms over and over....He is overwhelmed at the honor in playing tag with His amazing daughter...He utilizes her mistakes as a means to reclaim her. Resorted to screaming, "RECLAIM ME!"

Nuzzling the Savior...

A double portion of love standing before her....one with arms wide open and another with arms locked tightly across his chest. She strains herself to open the crossed arms, but quickly renders herself incapable. An immense whisper follows, "I'm in love with you, my arms are wide open and ready to receive your loving embrace. Why don't you jump into my willing grasp and stay for a moment?" Weary, she takes two steps to her left and plummets into the set of open arms...she is held at last! To be held is her heart's desire...she is being held, just as another interrupts the solitude of the, now, tightly locked arms around her being. No, do not dare! Don't you even contemplate shattering this safe space. She told him not to be there...she asked him not to come...she requested that his presence be unknown as she rests in her Father's arms. he shows up anyway....why is he always there? why is she sharing this time when she purposes her gaze and time solely between Him and her? the one with locked arms begins to nuzzle the Savior's left arm...now he is nudging Him so as to loosen His hold on me...he wants in...he wants to know...he wants to be a part...he wants to be there or does he? She does not want the one with the restricted arms to be held with her. she wants the 'poised' individual to disappear....she even screams, 'ur not welcome here anymore!' ....he stays and maneuvers his way into the Saviors arms - RIGHT NEXT TO HER! his arms are still shut off to returning the embrace of the one with arms wide open! What is he doing...is he trying to warm up to His Abba? Why is here Father? Who is this male? What does he desire? Lord, why are you letting him infiltrate and color her place with You? Again, she yells in request that he disappear? This is her time to be held! Well, if you must!

Imperfection...The Essence to LIFE! (mirror - mirror?)

imperfection is undoubtedly the essence to life...she is fatal to herself within a warped perfection....perfectionism...she has assured her being beneath the structure of vital perfection...now internally fragmented and confounded by her mere frailty....nameless instability....vapid femme yet a dither inlying and infiltrating the inate belle....once captivated by her designer prior to dwindling innocence....Now, oblivious to a supernatural gene innate to a princess...undoubtedly, imperfection is her mirrored reflection....repulsed by her inability to remain upright on her own avow....foiled by her culpabilities in human defect....a void to be supplied, but not just satisfied....rather, overflowing!....HOW? I AM IMPERFECT...I CAN NO LONGER PRETEND TO STRIDE IN PERFECTION ON MY OWN TWO CARNAL FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!....My divine creator is life....life to overflowing...PERFECTION OBTAINED THROUGH ACKNOWLEDGING MY IMPERFECTION IN CARNALITY....the essence to life....discovered when she knows that she is imperfect and receives her weaknesses gracefully...Grace is perfect!....Perfect is Abba....Enmeshed by Abba's perfection...the only codependence! Perfection Obtained.....

This Tumultuous Head...."Surrender"

This circular noddle/portion that rests upon these shoulders....without it no life, with it life....existence occurs in conjunction with, but is one not to shift over to insanity while downloading a sum to all data being perceived...by the accumulation of wisdom, knowledge, or 'information' at its best she merely creates a battle within....an engagement of feelings, thoughts, emotions, which render her a brainpan chockablock brimming with abundant love, joy, peace, patience, grace, and courage.....however, intermittently or maybe even frequently overcome by pain, worry, fear, anxiety, with breathless panic as an end....all these means bewilder and disorient her....WHAT? HOW? WHO?....no, no, no, no,....stop delivering objection through inquisition to your originator....this mentalistic and unstable wager is her Father's heartache....let go princess(s).....no longer analayze, criticize, theorize, .....be silent before your king! I SURRENDER....OVER AND OVER AND OVER!

Chaos Has Become My Haven!

A chasm within this being....waiting for her to be consumed by a miniscule thought of pandemonium...a split second to release bedlam within her menial mind as a princess caught in meaningless circles with her spine flaccid to carnality....no place to call 'home'....she stares into the facade of unrelenting contention, but why? She gazes and then muffles her own vision as she drowns in numerous failed attempts to find a place to call 'home'....is she stayed in deliquency because she seeks 'home' in the flesh? Princess?! Look Up!
She must release any idol hampering a flaccid spine to the heavenly...Heavenly surrender will be her only 'haven'....what perverts her misdirected scrutiny?....with a single falange she dangles from the vision her Daddy stationed within as a mere means to proclaim His love bestowed....HOW CAN I PROCLAIM YOUR LOVE WITH TEARS BLURRING MY VISION, WITH EMOTIONAL TUMULT WARPING MY THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS, WITH WEAKNESS STRANGLING MY PHYSICALITY AND BREATH, WITH CONFUSION FESTERING WITHIN MY MARCH?....no chaos cluttering....a princess with a muddied face as she is lying prostrate...Daddy, please gently mount my face within your delicate grasp....though difficult to see a supernatural 'haven' in carnality, I receive this chaos and whatever tumultuous endeavors to come as my new 'home'....Now, a princess aloof to earthly temptation attempting to strip her of a gaze on the face of her Almighty Haven!