TheRay's Destiny

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash   Dear God,  Whatever happens on this journey, don't let me become a Pretty Box. Don't let me focus only on beautifying the outside. Ensuring that my corners are cut and my cover paper is appealing to the eyes. Don't let me perfect my bow and work all of my time making sure I still shine. Don't let me attract the people by my glitter and not any soul Lord, don't let me be so attractive to the flesh, and my soul on the inside be vacant! Vacant of Your Spirit, void of Your presence. What I am trying to say is, Lord, don't let me appear powerful,  But in reality, I am weak because my source is not in You. I don't want to be good at teaching, preaching, dancing, ministering, or performing any service, if You are not in front of it.  Or, so talented, but when picked and rattled I am empty with no value I want to be filled with Your Holy Spirit, inclusive of Your Word Don't let me be a Pretty Box. ~J&M Remedies

Photo by kilarov zaneit on Unsplash   If you stand long enough, you'll see your true posture I was told that I slouch I remind myself in intervals to straighten up That slouching isn't good for me. Is this what it's like with my posture with You? After some time, I can get comfortable and fall. That I would have to remind myself in the places where it gets dark. When I don't feel like going on.  When I feel messed up and discourage. That I must remind myself to straighten up.  To lift up my chin, and put my shoulders back. Stand strong and weather the storm.  And if I do fall, make sure my knees are folded and my hands are raised. Because this posture should be my second go-to.  That, You understand that my feet needed a break. But, You still want me to remember who I am in You. These postures aren't to better my physical stance in You. But, they say a lot in the kingdom of God.  That although slain I will not bow  That although knocked down, I still ...

My life is nothing without my being in Your hands. I've learned that.  Albeit, it was long and unsatisfying.  Wondering aimlessly, trying to figure out if what fits the world, also fits me.  But, it wasn't one-size-fits-all.  Or, maybe I was the one the world should not be trying to squeeze into I didn't feel snug to following its ways.  My sleeves were too long for its consistency to never fill me with what I needed.  I'm happy I found you.  I'm happy that You loved me more than anyone should when I am a mess.  I don't have anything worthy enough to repay you.  My life is negotiable, but is it really enough? Perhaps, we can work out a contract? One that is life-binding, if you will.  Because I feel like committing myself entirely to You will help me pay my debt. (Somewhat, never entirely). Maybe follow you, become your muser perse. Teach me Your ways, Your will, if that's too much to ask.  Let me intern in Your kingdom, do what you...

Photo by Ian Stauffer on Unsplash   I don't want to brag, but I'm rich. I got a daddy who owns everything your eyes can lay on. I don't want to brag but I'm from royal lineage. I have kings and queens on my branches, my daddy being the first one I got the right to exercise power that you have never seen before Told me if I believe and ask Him, I'll open up doors.  I can get what I need and still be provided with more. I have authority, my enemy between my heel and the floor. Now, I must admit, I didn't know what I had.  All of this power wrapped up inside of me, my bones were burning bad And all I had to do was open my mouth and believe. All I had to do was insert faith in it and I would receive.  The good news is that this power doesn't all belong to me.  You could exercise this too, just wait and see.  By His name, you can move mountains, cast them into the sea. Because you were adopted just like me into the family tree. J&M Remedies

Photo by Jackson David on Unsplash   I  see it.  When I look deep into my actions, my reflection The ways that I tick. The way that I act, it's slightly different. No, it's not a different way.  It's different from normal, what I perceive as normal. Because, when I try to live without being too noticeable, it still shows. It still worms its way into my thoughts.  How I speak, react, move, it's there. I try to prevent it from showing, I try to hide it well.  Other times, I put it on stage. Let it bask in the spotlight I'm always hoping I could move past it and just be better. Other times, I make a statement that it's just the way I am. These scars, these memories, these bruises.  What will I do with them? Perhaps a memorial to reflect on them.  Or, makeup to cover them? What will I do? Maybe I should give it all to God. Give Him the opportunity to rid my ashes for beauty. Make this pressure worth it, so I can become a diamond. I heard that scars d...

Photo by Emmanuel Phaeton on Unsplash   It's not a joke It's doesn't stop to giggle when it's worming its way through your defenses It's not truthful when it reaches for your insecurities It's not gentle when it's handling your memories. It throws them at us Allowing the good to fly past and hit us in the gut with the worst It doesn't know the time It doesn't care if you're with family and friends. It doesn't care if you had a good day.  That you smiled today. It doesn't wait for you to regroup,  to catch yourself It doesn't let you heal, it's always waiting. Peering. But God says: It is definitely not a joke and you to Him is serious Make Him your defender, He'll guard you with a face so furious "I am Truth and I protect what is mines Remember how I formed you, know your name.  I will never let harm come nigh thy dwelling. My delay is never My denial, I'm always on time Cast your worries on Me, for I do care. Come t...

Photo by Corinne Kutz on Unsplash   It is not my want, never mind my need.  It's not my desire, opportunities yield It's painful, my cries wretches deep My faith stretches, I stand debating if I should leap. I want to speak my fleshy mind. Tell life that it didn't go as planned, it wasn't kind. This is not what I expected, I don't want it anymore. Wishing that someone would block it, don't let even the score. But, my soul, it hums. It's battered as it sings. It smiles as the battle that still has my ears ring Its content, it whispers fulfillment to this hollow shell. Because it has been taught long ago, that despite this, it is well. ~J&M Remedies.

Photo by Samantha Sophia on Unsplash   Words, we see them and we hear It's not tangible, but by them a promise we bear We're often bound to them, even plagued We can be broken by them or even made. We must do our best to separate the temporary from the permanent. They both can hold the same power, but only one is the covenant. I want to hold onto the word that remains when everything has pass Block out the words that only hold the weight of the past. Let Your word play out like a pledge, Lord, we're committed. Whenever our minds betray us, like drugs, we'll run back to it and hit it. It's going to be hard to hold unto it when waves start a-rocking But improve my faith. always in Your Word, I'll be trusting. ~J&M Remedies

Photo by Alex Sorto on Unsplash   Put me in the sun I told them That's where I get baked and golden My skin, rich with jewels forbidden Tell stories of my past and future's hidden My roots are strong, they carry the coils of my experience Lack no good thing, no fear, no grievance. I'm what you call strong, but tender at the heart. I'm what you call brave, I stack the stones so my lineage can have a start. My pigment, my nose, my eyes, share the people of great. My hips, my broad shoulders master the burden of evolving when it should hold hate. They try to put me at a disadvantage, they saw my boldness, I am strong. They saw a long time ago that success and I would definitely get along. They know that history repeats itself and I'm rich every time it hits replay. I'm the original demo, there's no cover or remix like me that can make you sway It's always a gruesome day for them when I am knocked down, I get back up. They printed out their dollar bills, bu...

Photo by Luke Leung on Unsplash Don't ever second guess yourself! For one thing, I know this world is a master in causing self-doubt. It makes standing on the opposite side of what's wrong feels... wrong. It makes the crowd always feel correct.  Your morals, too much.  Your standards, too basic.  It makes you think that being you unapologetically, -thinking like you,  It's just too much out of the ordinary. But, I am here to remind you to not second guess yourself.  Your first thought doesn't go by the crowd?  Great! Your style is too different? Even better! Your likes seem odd? Brilliant! You are different and that has never been a crime.  Feel free to express yourself, authentically.  Maybe we'll finally get the beautiful colors that God created in this world when we all start doing what makes us happy and unique! ~J&M Remedies.   

Photo by Brigitte Tohm on Unsplash   Note to Self: Always remember who I am, even when it hurts to be me.  Friends can be temporary, no matter how permanent they can feel. God loves me, even when I don't feel like He should.  People only will treat me the way I treat myself. Don't allow anything else! Crying does not make me weak!! I am not what anyone else says I am. Just God and I have that say. Change my routine every now and then. Spontaneity is a necessity! Stop dreaming after a while and DO IT! Not everyone I talk to should know more than they ought to. Kindness to others is the saving grace for souls that may be lost. Always remember your past. Not to feel bad, but to remember where you came from. Keep your head in the game.  Always cherish the moments that present themselves.  If I don't be the one to do it, then who is going to? Lastly, always let your heart feel. Let it embrace, let it break, let it remember, let it hurt, let it love, but let it only ...

Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash   Remind yourself. Remind yourself that you are loved.  Especially when times are rough.  Remind yourself that you are brave.  Especially in the times when you do not feel it. Remind yourself that you are one of a kind. Especially when you feel like fitting in the crowd. Remind yourself that you can do it. Especially when you're sure that you can't. Remind yourself that you are authentic. Especially when you feel like a copy of your true self.  Remind yourself to calm down Especially when you feel like everything is spinning out of control. Remind yourself to stay true to yourself.  Especially when the lie is so more appealing. Remind yourself that you are a Child of God. Especially when this world will try to call you everything but it ~J&M Remedies

De'Andre Bush on Unsplash "I am enough", I tell myself. I repeat the words like a song I can't get out of my head. I chant it, I make it known I say it over and over, so it can get stuck Maybe if I say it enough I'll feel that I am. Maybe if I say it enough, then I would realize that I am. That when the words of hurt are slashed through my soul And the pain of looking in the mirror rips my confidence in half. I'll feel that I am. That when the thoughts of my worthlessness come to play And they mucky my mind and the pictures confirm that I am I'll realize that I am. That I would accept my skin.  Accept the love that my soul so want to have That I am enough.  I am enough! Enough for Him to create. Enough for Him to die for. Enough to love. I'll repeat those words until my mind bleeds them.  Until my mouth silently utters them while I sleep. Because I believe that I am.  I am enough! J&M Remedies