The Mission of Writers

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Writing is a nasty business. One minute you're speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters pulsating through easy fingertips slips away.

We sit with open palms writing for the pleasure of the moment. Praying for the eyes of excited readers to scan the lines of tactful words. We are not titans. We are bearers of empty yet hopeful words, subjects added to verbs. Creating sentences you never thought of but every portion read touched a sensitive nerve.

We fly like oceans swiping over wet dreams. We move like clouds rolling too high. Fighting for an opening to a sentence. Working towards a period that never dies. People have limited lives but the feelings they provoke live on.

Count me among the nameless writers who gave up but kept on going. Never knowing if anyone would read. Because they couldn’t change the world. And the successful are defined by monetary greed But the starving artist is defined by need. 



Love always, Esha 

He Paid My Bail

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I have a past, but I have a future as well. I'm moving towards the glory of heaven but I have been through hell. But God loves me and delivered me from my cell. I was held up, bound in my own personal jail. Created by sin and iniquity which left marks on my knees when I fell. But I worship the almighty because He paid my bail. 

Love always, Esha 

Molded Bread

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Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread. Too far to be reversed to blackened to get ahead. Walk a different path instead. Go against the grain.

Love always, Esha

The Spirit of Fear

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How many of you have played with a slinky? Whether it's a rainbow colored one or a solid color. We are amazed by the beauty of it when it stretches. When it bends down the stairs. Only to watch it shrink and return to it's original size.

That's the nature of the slinky to be more than what it appears. To go further than the inexperienced eye assumes it can go. I believe that is the nature of the human spirit when touched by the hand of God. We can surpass the limitations of the world. We can expand beyond what we ever knew we were capable of as a result of living in our true purpose.

But are we willing to be uncomfortable in order to grow? In order to persevere. Or do we fear the thought of breaking if we are stretched to far? I am here to tell you that you were not made to break. God will keep you as you work toward his purpose and design for your life.

I can speak from experience and say that God has placed things in my heart that I was scared to pursue. But now I am casting that spirit of fear down. Because it can only hinder my future and offset God's plan. It is written in Psalm 34:4, I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. Sometimes, it's easy to fear the unknown than to walk the path that we are called to take. But we must stand in our convictions and allow faith to push out the anxiety. 

In truth, I question if I am making this post for you or if it's actually to encourage me. But it's my hope that Christ will bless all those who have endured these feelings. Because we believe that fear is necessary for our survival. But really it is an agent of disaster sent to strip us of the promise and gift of living a full and meaningful life. 

I hope that this post is able to give insight and hope in a time of unexpected changes and challenges.


 

Love always, Esha 

 

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Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams 

Speak jalapeno to me 

Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat

Speak sriracha to me

Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar

Desiring a feeling of numb lips

Brought on by scorching truth

You can never be hotter than the searing sun

It shines for the world but bows to the Son

Yet I look toward the zesty flavor

Which burns with the fiery and passion of words spoken

With a hint of sizzling mustard sauce

It can not be cooled down by milk

It’s fire is tangy

Ignited by the truth of the Holy Ghost

Clearing the pathway to closed doors

Giving light to dark spaces

Changing the temperature and atmosphere

That’s why I like heat

Speak sriracha to me

Love always, Esha

One Kiss

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One kiss is never enough. There must be dozens to make up for time lost. They must be doubled to address when the road less traveled gets rough. They need to cover the wounds and apply smooth balm to the scars that don’t disappear. They should last for days and stretch into years. Give a kiss strong enough to dry damp tears. Let it be so profound that it eradicates fears. Breath hopefulness into moments that would mean nothing without you here. And that’s why one kiss is never enough.

Love always, Esha

Grocery Store Prices

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The cart fills up with the splendor of groceries galore. But the cost has increased to ridiculous heights. Zucchini, cucumbers, carrots, mushrooms, potatoes, celery, peaches, apples, grapes, pears, lemons, cherries, luncheon meat, turkey, chicken, frozen pizza, onion dip, chips, guacamole, french bread all for the low price of $159. Take me back in time, let’s rewind to the days before the pandemic slump. Things weren’t perfect but living was affordable. And you could spend 10 dollars for lunch. Now 3 jobs aren’t enough. Keeping children in running schools are tough. Throwing quarters into a bottomless pit hoping the money swells. But even on your toughest days, remember all is well.

Love always, Esha