Don't Give Up

The quitter mentality is becoming a hindrance in our society. For many people quitting at the first sign of trouble has become the norm. But we only discover the breath of adversity and the fortitude found in triumph when we push forward without ceasing. Every fruit producing plant once started as a seed in need of water and fertile ground. It is the job of the dreamer to base their aspirations in reality by working towards their goals. Keep standing, working and speaking things as though they were.

God has created a plan and a purpose for each and everyone of us. Whether or not we choose to pursue that path is our choice. On many occasions, since I graduated college I have found myself in need of guidance, direction and support. I am thankful to say that God has supplied all those needs. He is truly a friend indeed and for His mercy and support I am forever grateful. I have a corny yet insightful saying that has encouraged my spirit along the way: 

Don't give up, don't give in. You were made to preserve. You were birthed to win. The Holy Spirit is your comforter and Jesus is your friend. 

Many of us have faced rejection of some sort and these feelings are stirred up when we pursue our goals and the desired outcome isn't immediate gratification. The desire to quit when we fall down is continuous. But if we don't get up the struggle will continue endlessly. Because we live with the regret of what if. What if I tried? 

To hold on is difficult but to let go satisfies the fear of failure. So it is important to remember that according to 2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. With that being said, have faith and let go of any fear that may hinder you from achieving great things. Your blessing is right around the corner. But you must have faith in order to know it's there waiting on you to believe it. In times like these, God gives us the power of hope. Keep pushing forward. 

Love always, Esha <3

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No Longer Weary

We're just now seeing the ball of glowing fire 

The red light is bright but nothing like fluorescence. 

It stings the eyes, it lights up the world,

It electrifies the soul, it burns out of control. 

The shinning rays touching cold skin gives the weary

A renewed reason to hope. 

And that’s why we stand at the cusp of a new day.

Love always, Esha

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Alright

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Cherish your loved ones while you can

Kiss their rosey checks

Hold their precious hand

Speak uplifting words in the hour tribulation

Pray with them

Let them know that you can sympathize

Show a warmth to express

That you understand

When the wind beats at their worn door

Stand beside them as a friend

The things that we forget we did

Mean something in the end

So cherish your loved ones while you can

Give them wild flowers

And provide them with hope

That a tired heart can comprehend

Because no one wants to be alone

When the hard days come

The good time Sally and John are cool

Until the lightening strikes

It’s those moments when you want a caring soul to check on you

And make sure you’re alright

Love always, Esha

Laughter

 

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Why is it so hard to say, I love you? 

No matter the things we go through... 

I still care. 

And when you need a friend to be around. 

I will do my best to be there. 

No matter the cost. 

I'll pay your fare. 

Us together is the good time that keeps on giving. 

The laugh that should've stopped but keeps on going. 

Eyes slanted with tears of laughter and the grin of white teeth showing. 

Gut busting, knee slapping chuckles ensue. 

There is something awesome about being next to you. 

Our moments make life a little sweeter. 

No matter what kind of day I'm having... 

I'm always happier to see ya.  

Love always, Esha <3

The Lilies

Matthew 6: 28 And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

The Lilies 

Be like the flowers. The lilies of the field do not want for sun. Neither do they cry out for rain. Bending and swaying without the request of a cool breeze. Existing without bills. Doing as they please. They are taken care of. Be like the lilies that live with ease. 

Love always, Esha <3

Forgiving Yourself

The hardest thing to is forgive. You may forget times and places but you always remember how someone made you feel. There is no hurt more painful than losing the hope for positive interactions. When people make us feel bad we internalize that pain. And many take it out on themselves. By believing that they are deserving of poor treatment and wicked words.

Some connections are so broken that communication became improbable. Beyond arguing and yelling there is nothing of value that can be shared between enemies unready to bury the hatchet. How do you let go of the disappointment caused by a relationship gone sour? How do you my move forward with a friend that betrayed your trust? How do you hit pause on the grievances initiated by family gossip?

But at the core of it all, you have to remember that moving on is the best remedy for healing. If you hold on too long... It's possible that you may go down with a sinking ship that's filled to the brim with emotional disdain. Swimming in sadness is the answer for many of us. I have seen people drink the bottle dry. Pop pills till their higher than the afternoon sky. Sniff coke till their noses turn red and they get the sniffles.

Though it alleviates the sting of discomfort. But this does little to remedy the loss of trust. Drugs and alcohol are unable to address the ache in the heart of man. That's why I stopped smoking. I found myself at the end of the blunt and wondered quietly, Why don't I feel better? 

It's healthier to deal with life from a sober perspective because the world medicates emotional pain but that solves nothing. So cry your tears. Ask your questions? Read books, dance, sing and shout. Fall down, dust yourself off and figure it out. Because life ain't easy but giving up instead of overcoming distress is much harder. 

It is my long held belief that forgiveness starts one step at a time. But it truly takes effect when you forgive yourself. Because the things we endure have a way of intensifying the way we see ourselves for better or for worse. That's why it's best to view yourself the way Jesus does. Or at least try too. His love is never ending. He is loyal beyond the stretch of the imagination. He leaves the 99 to go after the lost sheep and rejoices when it's found. Because He cares for us more than we could ever conceive. So if you think about it, forgiveness is necessary in order to love and live a fuller, happier life. 

Love always, Esha 

P.S. Check out my podcast Hope Speaks for the new episode Rant on Relationships

To Hear

 

Seeing the contours of your face is a pleasure to me 

You give me hope beyond tomorrow 

Pushing me to move past the trials of yesterday 

You are the sunlight cutting through the storm 

Shine on my day once again 

And make my cold heart warm 

Your love is sweet poetry to tuned out ears 

Inch closer to me with all the kind words 

My lonely heart has longed to hear 

Hold me in your gentle palms 

Bring me near

Love always, Esha 

Good Soil

 

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Thank God for the morning 

Another opportunity to be awake 

The grace to breath a bit longer 

When I am weak in spirit the great I AM is stronger 

Pushed to the limit 

I don't give up, let go or stop 

There is no glass ceiling on my top 

Only heaven 

When people throw rocks 

I am unmoved 

Because the farmer sowed my seed in fertile ground 

So my endeavors are fruitful year round 

The Holy Spirit dwells in me 

So when the lightening strikes I am in no need of company 

I have a trusty steed 

He is a true friend and confidant to those in need  

I don't have to worry 

About what the world thinks about me 

Because when times were hard 

They couldn't spare groceries 

 

There is only joy to be found in my Father 

So when the chickens gather to cluck 

I don't even bother 

It's the nature of the world to talk ill of the chosen ones 

And fight over meaningless pearls 

To look only at the physical that dissipates in due time 

To forget about eternity that stands when all the temporary has faded 

To look towards mankind for answers 

But when it comes to the matters of God they are jaded 

Some people are built that way 

To only look at present circumstances day to day 

But I think about the present, tomorrow and yesterday 

So I can build a legacy that gives my children roots 

In order to defy the eagerness to go with the flow 

When the enemy recruits 

Earlier in the morning 

They were planted in good soil 

Love always, Esha 

How to Survive Sadness

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Time isn't afforded to us. It is a privilege to those willing to take it no matter the cost they pay. But I find my mind wandering and searching through vague thoughts that send radiating sadness down my spine. Looking at puddles of dirty water that still reflects me. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think about my former life. The good, bad and ugly memories spin and release film that sours my stomach yet brings joyful yet bitter tears to heavy lids. I will ring the bell of triumph and joy when freedom rings. These days I see much sun but the rays have failed to reach my heart. It beats for moments and times that are long gone. How do I fly above the circumstances that have grounded me? The peace that once comforted my soul has dwindled to a small glowing ember. I hold onto its warmth with both hands. My palms may burn but I grip it still. Praying the meager fire will grow and expand once again. In the depth of my despair, I pray that Jesus hears me. He is my comforter, protector and greatest friend. Time has never changed his love. His kind gestures remain the same. I will run towards the only salvation I know. This life is short but the struggle never gets old. Let my cries reach his open ears. Let my tears be wiped by his skilled hands. Let my hardened heart unfold and blossom like roses in the springtime. May each petal shine with the dew drops of sparkling hope renewed. 


Love always, Esha