"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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The enemy only comes to steal, kill, and destroy as I said before.
In the midst of his presence, you shan't fold your cards but fight back! Your life is worth fighting for.
The sparrow never has many words when it comes to the enemy. For the holy one doesn't have time to waste on matters that does not matter. And that's coming from thee celestial being whom does not operate in the realm of time.
As I've once stated before, the devil, Lucifer himself your adversary appears as a roaring lion, seeking whomever he may devour. Those words are from the sparrow himself.
Pay close attention to how he chooses his words. Stating that Lucifer appears as a roaring lion. A deception at its finest. Nothing is thus truly ever how it appears of to be. Goes on to say that Satan seeks for whomever he may devour. May is a word meaning of possibility. That is of probability. As in maybe. It is not definite. That all relies on thy oneself.
Are you going to allow Lucifer to consume you whole?
Or will you fight?
The enemy only comes to steal, kill, and destroy as I said before.
In the midst of his presence, you shan't fold your cards but fight back! Your life is worth fighting for.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Raheem cooed at our beautiful radiant child we created as his fingers lightly padded against thy minute anatomy of Nevaeh.
Her vocal chords spewed beautiful inaudible sounds of pure happiness, cheeks rising like the coral sol in the morning. Her energy, I could feel and it radiated of contentment. I observed in awe as he softly lifted her up in the air, showering her golden skin in tender pecks. Holding her soma in his embrace as he rocked her.
"Daddy loves you more than anything, Whitney. And I'm gonna make sure you know that everyday."
I placed my palm to my chest as the breeze whistled through my golden tresses in this open grassy plain Raheem and I used to play around at in our childhood. Upon a blanket with our lunch packed away in our picnic basket.
Raheem and I cogitated that it would be better to bond with our daughter together rather than apart. I do not hold any malice nor hatred nor ill intent towards Raheem. Despite all things that have occurred between us two, he is forgiven as am I, and the sun himself has set me free of that bondage for I am free of that shackle indeed. I refuse to have my daughter growing up with a belief of me resenting her father. And even if that were so, I would not allow that to taint the strong base of the purpose Raheem's relationship with our offspring serves. The power of a father figure is underestimated in today's times and often over looked. We have too many little boys in a collection of skin and organs grown to appear as a man in the society. God did not create man to abandon their spawn but to be fruitful and multiply, to lead an example. Now, whilst us women are even as powerful and rightfully so in our own way, I truly believe that children need both parental figures equally in their lives. If that weren't so, the sparrow himself wouldn't have created Adam and Eve.
