~Need a MAKEOVER ~ I know just the PERSON~

Sin is like that little zit that someone notices one day on her face
and brushed it off
as if it will go away someday
and a second look in the mirror later on,

in horror, she discovers that it has spread all over,
and she does whatever she can to cover it up and mask the raw edges,

but she secretly wonders if her prime beauty will be restored unto her,

if she will ever smile again with such grace,

And it is like an obsession,
And she looks in the mirror again and again…..is it still there???
And she can’t be herself around others, because of that scar,
And she has to pretend in fear of being rejected,

Then one day to her surprise after she let grace in,
since nothing else worked, no substitute, no artifice

She touches her face and it feels so soft,

And she can’t believe her eyes, now her soul rejoices,

Because she has been set free,

She can now look at her image without any shame..

The BLOOD of the lamb washed the scars away,

One touch from the Master
and her history becomes her testimony…
And she is made over....

The song that was not heard

Even in the limelight and the adulation,
Even when he inspired some and was despised by many,
But when he retired behind the curtain,
Nothing could heal the scars of his childhood,
No glamour or flashy clothes could revive his broken spirit,
it was like a venom in his body
That was killing him softly,
It was like a bruise in his heel,
which bled every time he took a step
It seemed that he had it all but way inside there was a child
In search for love, in search for something that fame could not buy
The shades could not hide the void in his soul,
The plastic surgeries could not alter the punches of the past,
And he cried deep inside but nobody heard that voice,
So he was alone and he had to entertain the crowds,
And to keep the applause going,
he fenced himself behind a cool image
But inside was still that child in fear,
A child who did everything to limit his resemblance with his dad
But in the meantime, wished that he could dance with him again..
And hear him say: Son, I am proud of you..
In this business No one can afford to be vulnerable,
So behind the wigs,
so behind the rumors and tons of pain killers
Is trapped a soul in pieces,
A voice that can’t be heard
A pain that can’t be read
And the fans are waiting,
can’t let them down
And here we go again…
On that stage I am alive,
Later for my solitude and my open wounds,
only the pillow knows the song of my life
I am sure some sleeping pills will do the trick… 　　
If ONLY.......

Dear Diary

(Inspired by the Story of the woman caught in adultery)

DEAR DIARY...

I still quiver when I remember that day

which could have been the worse day of my life,

I should have been dead and in my grave,

I believed that man and all of his promises

Though I knew he was already taken,

But I trusted his advances as a token of love,

I admit, I fell for the wrong guy…

But I thought that he would stand by me,

I thought it would be just us against all odds,

Then came that day when there were persistent knocks on the door,

And I thought that maybe he forgot something,

We had such a good time the night before,

But when I answered the door,

There stood an angry crowd,

And I felt so ashamed and I could not hide my nudity,

Then I was dragged without mercy,

Through the little city as the crowd grew bigger on the scene,

And I could not look at anybody in the eyes,

I knew the despise that I inspired and I was traumatized…

So like a trapped animal,
With my heart pounded with fear like a hammer and in a cold sweat, I waited… I already knew my fate…
There was no time to be remorseful,

They called me all kind of names,
I knew they will not be merciful,

But I brought that upon myself,

So I closed my eyes and anticipated

the impact of that first stone against my body,

I could already picture my beauty fade away

I could already hear my bones crack within me like a shattered glass under the impact of the stones,

And not much would be left of my pretty face,

Everything would be gone just like my self image,

I wish I had thought it through,

Did it worth it,
A moment of pleasure but love with measure
and
Here I was all alone and nobody inquired about his whereabouts…

“this is it… I thought….I blew it...because I already knew the verdict....Guilty as charged....so with tears running down my face I awaited my sentencing…

But something happened…
when I was at my worst,…
When I was at the lowest point of my life… Love lifted me, the veil of shame fell on the ground...

When I was the least deserving and my actions were tasteless and ungracious… Mercy said NO…

And I was given a second chance to start anew,

I was given a second chance to be all that I was created to be…

And months later, this man who left me to die by myself,

under the hands of an angry crowd,
Called me and said that he was sorry,
That he did not know about the whole ordeal that I went through until later on,

And that he still loved me
and he had the guts to suggest

that we continue our relationship where we left off…
but I told him, no hard feelings but no.. thanks
I told him that I found true love,
That I was blind but now I see,
That I was lost but now I am found...

A letter from Dad

My child, I did it for you,

you do not have to be all alone,

You do not have to do it on your own,

Come and see the nails on my hands,

Look at the crown of thorns on my head,

The stripes on my back,

I did it for you,

Do you need more proof of how much I care…

I signed a new contract, all the shame and the curse was nailed on that old rugged cross,

I was pierced on the side for you,

And my blood was shed to wash away the scars and give you a future,

You can start all over again, it is not too late…

Why do you still carry that burden on your shoulder,

Why is your heart still heavy,

I laid my life down so you could live forever,

And I rose on the third day so you and I can be together……

Why do you live with guilt or remorse,
Why such distance between us,

Just run into my arms,

I LOVE YOU my child,

I really do and all I ever desire is a personal and intimate relation with you,

I see the void in your soul,

I hear the pain in your voice,

Come unto me my child and find rest…

Yesterday is gone, just say… yes and start anew….
I will always be there for you because I love you so!!!

You are not ALONE!!!

I remember watching my baby girl one afternoon,

As she had just discovered the joy of walking
and going places around our home,

And it’s like she was on an adventure,

To just go and explore,

And that particular day I saw her going in a different room
and she closed the door behind herself,

I pretended I did not notice and I waited to see what her reaction would be,

Because the door was now closed and she could not reach the door knob
and she wouldn't know how to twist it either...

So I waited and I could hear her little hands taping on the door

and when she noticed that nothing happened then I heard that little anxious voice…. Mom…
She knew to call for help....

And we laughed as I held her in my arms and she had that grateful smile on her face.... We thought that it was fun but it also brought another picture to my spirit…


Often times God allows us to go places as we wish,
He allows us to explore things,
He allows us to find out things for ourselves,
But when we get stuck, when we can not find our way out,
He also expects us to cry out to Him for help,
Not to be stuck in our own way, or to be caught up in pride,
But to call upon Him with a sincere heart as he is already willing to get us out of trouble…

Our heavenly Father cares and He desires our soul to prosper…
( If you ever get yourself locked in a difficult situation, don’t fall into depression or despair, HELP will be on the way, as soon as you ask…. He is a Prayer away…


"Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: Isaiah 59:1"

And she asks herself:"Where is my Prince Charming..???"

Often a young woman says, I am ready for Mr. Right,
Meanwhile she dates Mr. Wrong and Mr. Trouble,
Often she says, I am ready for My Prince Charming,
But she kisses a frog and prays for a metamorphosis,
Often she ventures in a relationship in spite of all the ...red flags,
And she relies on her charms and good looks to change the tug’s heart…
Often she says I want a godly man but she is not ready
To let go of those guys from the past,
She is not ready to let go of the way they used to make her feel…
And she says to herself, he will marry me some day,
So why not give him all that I got,
That’s a good way to prove my love
and to himself it’s just a proof that he got her under his spell,
That he can have her over and over… no commitment, no strings attached...
And that woman may say, I am so good that he can’t get enough of me,
As surprising as that can sound, he can get enough of her,
Because she won’t be the only one showing him such generosity,
She won’t be the only one falling for his advances,
So young sister, don’t rely on sex tactics to get that man to commit
Don’t play head or tails,
Don’t hang out with the tug in the nice suit or in the pair of faded jeans,
Don’t kiss the frog as if life was a fairy tale…

(we know that a Woman is supposed to be found but let’s not lie to ourselves ~ real talk: women try to make It happen also through the way they dress, flirt… ect… So when that woman tries to make it happen, she should raise the bar and change her thinking ~ She should know her true identity ~ Child of the King, Royalty, and as such, she should act in such way that her heavenly Father, the King is proud…

Target/date the kind of man that you expect to be your husband someday....mistakes from the past don't have to be a pattern for the future ~ the blood of the lamb breaks the yoke...Give Him the matters of the heart as well...)

Psalm 37:4 Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.

MY KING, MY LOVE... I HAVE A CONFESSION

The Jewish young lady was now the Queen of Persia,
Besides the fact that she was beautiful
the Lord’s favor was also upon her life…
Her uncle stood behind the scenes
And coached her on the road to her God given Destiny…
When her race faced total extinction
By the right hand man of the king,
She could no longer keep silence,
She could no longer hide her ethnic background,
She understood then that she was on that stage
For such a time as this…
So she had to figure out a way to break the news
To not only her husband but also her King,
So she thought that it would be easier to talk about it over a copious meal,
His heart would be delighted and he would listen with an open mind…
So she entered his court without invitation
To the peril of her life to invite him to a banquet,
And all the subjects of the Kingdom,
Were perplexed and wondered if they would have to be in a quest for a new queen…. AGAIN….
But their fear dissipated as the King extend the golden scepter to Queen Esther… (that was close)
And she invited him along with the man who had such evil plan against her race to the banquet..
And the time came for her to host the banquet,
She looked wonderful as always but her heart was in tears,
She was preoccupied but she did not have the courage to reveal her secret yet,
and intercede on behalf of her people,
But her husband could sense that something was the matter…
and she was about to make her confession
And also formulate her petition
But she backed out at the last minute,
How do I tell my Honey that I have a secret,
I might loose the man of my life,
But I must tell him because it is part of my destiny,
So I will have a fine banquet again the next day,
And I will have them come over once more,
Then I will reveal everything to my King,
And I will demask this man's evil plan
I am sure that the King would understand,
I am sure that He will forgive me,
He will save my people for my sake,
I am sure he will… because I am His Bride!!!

By: Markeda Taliaferro