Skip to main content

Yes, my soul.

    David, King David of the Bible, severally reminded and instructed his soul to bless the Lord, to put it's hope in God and so on. It always confused me as a kid. I thought it was weird and odd that he would have to tell his soul what to do.


     It's enthralling what helps put things in perspective for me and it's even more fascinating how random they can be. The news, a conversation, a line in a movie and don't get me started on song lyrics. Or Scripture itself! Anyway, anything and anything, and if you're old here you know, will leave me thinking.
    So, I was scrolling through Instagram lazily because it's now become one of those must do but really don't have to  routines. Funny how I love social media but hate it too. There I was looking at all this stuff, again about nothing and all things, flooding my mind with quick two second sights of I don't know, beautiful black women; drenched in cooking oil (those models always look like that if you ask me), short videos of people making food with lots of cheese when I decided to view people's stories.
    One of my friends from school, had posted something, I couldn't tell you in exact detail what it was,(I forget) but right under it she wrote three words, that really did change everything for me.
''Yes, my soul.''
              The way she gently was encouraging her soul with scripture, (I remember that much, it was scripture) and acknowledging that those Words could and would indeed bring life to her, straight out challenged me. I slowed down instantly, and realized how obsessively fast paced I can and had become, quiet but not really silent, idle but occupied and so on. 
    What I mean is, not slowing down. Delving deep into everything else except catering for my soul. Not slowing down to feed my soul with all things good and satisfactory. Or to say the least, not slowing down enough to let God's word be like honey on my lips (I'm not a fan of honey but that's scripture so I'll use that) but let's say; lemonade. I like that a lot. And it's the MOST refreshing thing especially in this humid hot weather. Not letting the Word be like lemonade on my lips or like a nap after hard work, or a swim when the sun's blazing. Not only that but also be like a rebuke from a mother, y'all need to see my mother's facial expression when I agitate her or do something absolutely ''off color'' (one of her favorite words): it's really priceless.
 Or be rest for a restless soul and hope for a hopeless one. 
    Anyway, how's your soul? I think it would love some attention and there's really only one 
Person that will deal with it intimately, none of that soul mate business. And this Person particularly has a Book for you to refer to. Plus, He loves you and our soul's are big on being loved, no doubt. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Need of Grace.

To be honest, i've been spinning round and round in my head, for an amazing introduction-a great abstract to use to bring the truth i wanna share to life, a way to have you expecting the next word and the next because you know, it's been a minute since i wrote anything up here and there's a couple cobwebs i need to clear. I haven't gotten any-except for confessing what i just have. To sprinkle a little more honesty across this page, a prayer i read(yes, i read prayers, because sometimes all i can say is an amen to the request of another saint; as we are more alike than we think and more collectively in need of grace than we'd maybe like to admit) said, "O Lord, thou knowest my present deadness." And it's almost like a heavy weight was lifted-i understand this may be for a few, or for you to understand that the predicaments of the faith are deep and great. I'm where i want to be, lacking no good thing. Happy, healthy and feeling c

Part two.

Sort of glad that only a handful of people read my simple raw line.   ''I'm learning to listen. not going too great but I am.'' Ha! Y'all really thought I'd write a post that short and leave it at that? Man I thought I could. Best believe I was very uncomfortable with it. Probably a blend of the fear of being misunderstood and feeling naked  because who likes to announce the things they know they are not good at? Or the traits or the lack of them there of that need improvement? I would like for people to think I get a lot of things right but I in fact don't. It's almost like I mess up more than I don't. I hope you aren't sensing false vulnerability from reading this because it seems an awful lot like that. Where someone (me) thinks that by touching the surface of my imperfection (very vaguely if I may add), that someone else (you) will relate with me on a more human realistic level ( which is always the secondary hope I have when I write to y

Dear Child of God.

Dear child of God,  This one is for you. A while ago in my life, I knew something was wrong. Later when I settled down, I mean days after, I realized that my heart was walking away. The centre of my thoughts and feelings and emotions and dreams and visions, was walking away. Not because it changed destination. But because it had distractions. Dear child of God, Never let the loudness of life or rather the noise rob your heart of path. let it run, ablaze. An untamable fire, For it's savior, dear child of God. Love, Your sister.