If Fear Wasn’t A Factor

If fear wasn’t a factor, I’d run to him. I’d love him—best I know how (that’s fear being a factor).

I’d bring him comfort and solace—if he’d take it (that’s fear speaking too).

Fear, you need to have several seats.

From my current point of view, I like him; his kindness wisdom quirkiness and humor.

Funny I never thought of returning to him—just thought us to be old flames with no embers smoldering.

Since his status change and he reached out to me, I’m seriously considering him.

Fear speaketh: What makes you think he wants you?

Fear, I asked you nicely to have several seats !

Well, as you can see, fear is a factor here. I need God’s guidance.

Long ago, I fearfully ran into someones space, not his arms, to rescue me from my torment. I put my own selfish desire first—to be comforted without giving comfort or love.

Got hitched.

Was miserable.

God wasn’t key; we were barely speaking.

I wanted what I wanted and it ended as a hot mess. Broken-hearted people scattered all over the lawn with rings, a name change, and papers.

Ten years out and I hope I’m wiser. I’ve learned the hard way that you can unwisely put yourself in the midst of something you can’t sustain. Or, you can seek wise counsel to live your dreams with fear not being a real factor at all.

I‘m choosing to be fearless this time by…

… seeking wise-counsel and walking in it.

… giving love as well as receiving it.

… being on speaking terms with God about his promises for me—yes and amen.

Fear, you are not a factor.

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Spiritual Vexation 

Spiritually ascending souls frequently encounter irksome guides as they sojourn.

Stoicism and defection cause these souls to stumble as wee babes for temporary moments in time.

A more enlightened individuation of themselves mastered the aforementioned characteristics, long ago.

Nesi Writes

Chaotic Living

Image: Mr Four Fingers, Chaos Rules

Coalescing diverse components from the planet

Creating this monstrous life

Concocting such a mess of things

Contemplating the truth of the matter

Formless void

Lifeless insanity

Struggling to make this independence work

Dr. Frankenstein-ish fervor

Incessant movement to and fro

Seeking bits and pieces to adhere to this thing-a-ma-jig parcel of a life

Frustration laments

Inoperable spirit

Irrelevant

Consuming madness

Nothing earthly powers this life form

I so passionately desire to create

Missing: The True Spirit

The God power

©Nesi Writes