The Other side of moi…

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   The Breaking…  

From eternity to destiny in-between these; the seasons
Yes! You choose me from the creation of time
Yes! I was with you, in you, were you.

You birth me into this shell for you know the end.

In this shell you kept me, to minister for you care so much; you wanted to feel what I felt, to deliver destiny and redeem a generation.

 Ah! To be born into this shell and go through the seasons, learning, being broken and birthing.
Ah! How this shell has been knocked, bruised, abused, tossed and pulled … for the shell hates you!
it loves what it sees and wants more
it loves what it feels and wants more
it loves what it touches and wants more
it loves what it tastes and wants more
it loves what it hears and wants more…
But! Yes, I was in you from the creation of time, was with you and was you.

Alas! You are still in me to birth destiny (for you know the end).
The alabaster box was broken
The lamb was slain, so ….
You break and slay me daily, in seasons to birth destiny (for you know the end).
I am knocked but I get up, to be knocked again and again

But I get up quicker with every blow until I master how to block and dock the punches….
With each knock, a breaking, until you are poured out of this shell to birth eternity to destiny…

For you alone know the end! 

Author: RefinedOne   

…will not be putting any new post for a while, stay strong all 

  

Nuff said!

                                                                                                                                     

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DARFUR! 278 Reasons to care…

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor”
-Archbishop Desmond Tutu, South African Bishop opposing Aparthied.

When Kimberly Smith, executive director of Make Way Partners, found James teaching under the trees, he had 150 orphans looking to him to share his education with them but he had nothing else to give. No food. No medical care. Not even a shelter to provide shade blistering Sahara sun.

Today, James has 400 orphans and thanks to the generosity of many he has open air classrooms where the children can at least have a roof over their heads. He is also able to feed them every day and on Wednesdays they even get meat. At this very moment, he is desperately working to get the funding to buy materials to finish dormitories for the little ones before the rains come. The children need shelter. They need protection. James knows.

He can’t forget the number 278.…

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The Dash or Your Life ?

I came across this poem on the net a couple of weeks ago, it had such an impact on me, cos It’s talking about what I have recently become sensitive to, Why are we here? What are we here to do? This life has to have a purpose….

We are on earth for a moment ( a dash ) . We are travellers through this world, who we really are, our destination and resting place is in eternity. Death is but a transition, and what you do in the DASH is valuable currency in eternity…

 So, we should not just enjoy this poem but reflect on our DASH in this life.

  Author: Linda Ellis 

 I read of a man who stood to speak
  at the funeral of a friend
  He referred to the dates on her tombstone
  from the beginning to the end  He noted that first came her date of her birth
  and spoke the following date with tears,
  But he said what mattered most of all
  was the dash between those years  For that dash represents all the time
  that she spent alive on earth.
  And now only those who loved her
  Know what that little line is worth.  For it matters not how much we own;
  the cars, the house, the cash,
  what matters is how we live and love
  and how we spend our dash.  So think about this long and hard.
  Are there things you’d like to change?
  For you never know how much time is left,
  that can still be rearranged.  If we could just slow down enough
  to consider what’s true and real
  and always try to understand
  the way other people feel.  And be less quick to anger,
  and show appreciation more
  and love the people in our lives
  like we’ve never loved before.  If we treat each other with respect,
  and more often wear a smile
  Remembering that this special dash
  Might only last a little while.  So, when your eulogy is being read
  with your life’s actions to rehash
  would you be proud of the things they say
  about how you spent your dash?

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