Feet planted in his word…

Hey guys, 

This is a very short post, no images and everything. 

It just dawned on me that it is a new month, I have been so blessed in the month of August and I am looking forward to the many more blessing that God has in store for me. 

This year started out pretty tough for me in many areas of my life, I will go into depth as time goes but right now I’m tired and just wanna share something quick. 

Mid July I decided to opt into the daily readings from the bible app, I felt I needed to get more intouch with my bible again. Guys when I tell you God was speaking directly to me throughout the month of August, those bible verses were tailor made for the struggle I was going through. God was saying to me “Baby girl why do you worry when I have told you it is done!” 

See even after the verses there were things I was still holding onto wanting to sort them out by my own power and God reminded me yesterday to ‘put on the whole amour of God!’, to fight the fight of faith. It’s 2:20am where I am right now, I went to my bible app and God speaking to me again. I have a big day ahead of me and this is what I need to hear and know…

Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world! 

Today, Saturday 2nd September is going to be great because He walks with me. 
God bless you all and have a wonderful day ❤️

M.B.C x

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Essence…

She stood staring at herself in the mirror,

Wearing a silk robe,

The material cuddling her chocolate figure,

Tagging at the belt she loosened the robe,

Gently dropping it to the ground taking a step forward to be free of it.

Still staring at the mirror yet now bald,

She began to analyse her body,

Her hands reaching up  into her short coiled hair,

A TWA is what they call it.

She calmly moves her hands over her pronounced forehead,

Thick, not your typical shape eyebrows sitting on top her glimmering eyes,

Her big brow eyes staring back at her,

The type of eyes that pull you in,

Lashes a shiny luxurious black..curled as if she had used a curler.

A pronounced nose,

Thick lips, well outlined something like in the drawings of perfect lips.

She then caresses her ears that she always felt were quite small,

Down to her neck..not as lengthy as she’d like,

The deep of her collar bone enough to hold water,

Her shoulders broader that what she liked on a woman,

Her bosom full but not quite symmetrical,

The root of her body image issues.

She paused…eyes fixed on the one part she loathed,

She mutters under her breath ‘if only they were perfect.’

A tear drops..eyes shut she continues,

She moves her hands with great difficulty,

Placing them gently on her abdomen,

She has a love hate relationship with this area,

She loved her ever flat tummy,

But hated her forever there ‘love handles’.

She slowly continues down to her..her scar so clear,

She smiled at the thought of a memory.

Slightly turning to view her derrière,

A round printed behind,

Prints like a tiger..the beauty of it all,

She adores and embraces her stretch marks,

She carries quite a heavy load.

Hips wide like her mother…she loves that,

Thick strong thighs with a cinnamon glow,

Her calves outstanding,

Her feet dainty yet steady.

Resting her palms that she feels quite big over her chest,

Her love for her fingers indescribable.

One final glimpse of her full body,

She falls in love everyday with who she is despite her imperfections,

She’s perfectly imperfect and imperfectly perfect…if that makes sense.

She grows to love her body as a whole day by day…

Her essence lies within her.