MoonJava

Just call me Moonjava.  My inner hippy exists.  Alive and well, i throw up my two fingers, nappy and all.  I stand in the midst of a war torn society shining bright as the SON.  Who dem say dey gon' take His reign? I don't know about you but as i trudge up this mountainside, my main quest is truth..in His Word.  I follow every soft wind that flows off my Master's Hand, as He waves the competition bye bye.  The Potter's Clay= all day.  I was spoken before made... with purpose in hand, He created the dopest cure to mundane- me. Salty as can be, I'm alive yaw.  As I live and breath, you stay in your corner when i run by, you feel the breeze.  Let it whip your hair.  Flower child indeed.  I look at him and say, "when you gon' learn, baby, that we can't lose...people got corns on their feet tryna fit in our shoes". Be you.  Tryna be me is lame... not to mention at no attempt will it ever be the same.  One in a million, best believe.  I take this minute to just appreciate the me He created me to be.  Every day i get one step closer to the altruistic realness of me, there is no otha.  I glide into a room with love on my lips, husband's hand on my hip...haters close by on my tip.  Ha! Oh how i love it.  Thinkin' on how you could top this shpill, don't bother...but the next time you see me, call me MoonJava. 

Peace & Love friends, foes and fools...

Emptying Myself- The Raw, Uncooked Version

I was awakened by God at 5:30 am to give this testimony.  Whomever you are, I hope you are blessed by this.

The enemy got me early.  My first memory of a strong emotion was at the age of 4.  I was so lonely.  I felt intense sadness because i had no one to play with.  I remember sitting on the porch with my etch-a-sketch board because my mom *needed* me out of the house for a minute.  I sat on the porch and had the feeling that i was in the middle of a desert, with no one there and no place to go.  At the age of 4!  That wouldn't be the last time this weird sense of loneliness would come over me.

Yeah, i was that girl.  The one who could be in a crowd of a million familiar faces and still feel solo.  My family, to this day, has no idea of who I really am.  You see, i've never felt like i belonged anywhere.  The youngest of 3 children to an alcoholic father (may he rest in peace) and stay-at-home mother.  I always tell my brother and sister, jokingly (but not really) that we all had different parents.  By the time i came around my parents were 30 years old and already exhausted by the things life had dealt them... they had no clue of what was just over the horizon.

In high school I stayed far enough above the radar that i was known, had friends and wasn't a recluse, but far enough under it that i wasn't popular and was pretty irrelevant.  I didn't do well in high school because that's when i began my search for men and comfort.  I found it.  When it was time for me to go to college, i put on my jets and began to run.  I didn't go to college because i wanted and education and to better myself.  I went to college to get the Hell out my parent's house and away from that devastating drama and trauma that was constantly around me.  A funny thing happened though...

When i went away i didn't really find the happiness i was looking for.  Instead i found listlessness and depression.  So much so that it became impossible for me to get out of bed most days.  It became nearly impossible for me to eat sometimes... and then it became evident that i would flunk out.  I did anything i could just to not have to go back home.  I signed up to be the move in crew to dramatically cut my home time in half during the summers.  Then I went to summer school to not have to go home at all during the summer. I worked the front desk during the summer and even some holidays.  I was desperate just to not-go-home.  

I would be on campus when literally everybody was away at home.  I went to 3 colleges just searching for something that i'm not sure I ever found.  On two of the campuses I have a vivid memory.  I remember walking around during one of those times when everybody else was at home and feeling that same feeling I felt at the age of 4.  Feeling like i was somehow on a deserted island.  No one there.  Wandering on dry land searching for a place to call home... just like that demon the apostle talked about in the scriptures.  

One day at one of those schools, I remember coming into my Gospel choir practice.  The instructor sat everybody down with a message to give to us.  He said, "God told me to tell somebody to just stop trying to fit in.  You can't fit in.  You keep trying to be like everybody else because you think it will give you some sort of happiness, but it won't and you can't.  He has set you a part for a reason that won't be apparent right away, but you'll see later on."  Every body's eyes searched the room, hungry to know who that message was for.  Choir practice let out and he came up to me and said 5 devastating words..."That message was for you"... i broke down. 

You see, i had been trying!  I was desperately trying to fit in and have friends but I just couldn't shake this awful feeling of singleness...alone...loneliness... so it was devastating for God to then send a message that i should give it up because it would never work out for me.  I just sunk deeper.  By this time one of my best friends from Middle School and I fell out in an terribly dramatic way.  She could have never known that i leaned on her.  That she and her cousin were the only reason i was on the campus to begin with... i went there thinking that i would finally have some people to lean on... as you can imagine God dissolved that notion pretty quickly.  So, as usual, i turned to men.

It would take a whole other blog just to discuss the relationships that I allowed myself to get into....just for the sake of not being alone.  But i was.  I couldn't have known then that God had been trying to get me by myself and to deal with me so that He could heal me.  He didn't want anyone else around me that could hurt me...but i just kept bringing people into my life.  I thought God hated me.  Surely He knew the family He dealt me... surely He knew that pain that would be dealt me... sure He knew that i couldn't deal.  Surely He knew that one day i would try to give up.  I tried. 

I had come home from a long string of failures and was right back in the place that i was so desperate to get away from.  The very pit of Hell.  Constant arguing.  Alcoholism. Strife. Bitterness. Anger. Demonic influence. Death. Witchcraft. Poverty of mind, heart, spirit and economic standing.  I cried out to God desperate to know why He had brought me back there.  I stopped eating.  I was too much of a punk to take a razor to my wrist.  Too much of a punk to blow my brains out.  Too much of a punk to hang myself or jump off of anything...so i tried to starve myself to death.  I researched and found that it doesn't really take long to do it... that it would be painful but it would be over in a matter of days.  I layed in my bed and didn't eat until i couldn't even urinate anymore.  Then something that had never happened before took place...

My mother came into my room.  She never came in there.  Mostly because I kept my door closed hoping to keep out the crap going on just on the other side of it.  She came in.  Sat on my bed...another first.  She begged me to eat and come out.  Her exact words, "Mikki, don't do this to me.  FIGHT!!  Please don't let me have to come in here and find you dead one day!  Don't DO THIS TO ME!!!"  I'm crying as i type this because now I'm a mommy.  I know how afraid she must have been.  It saved me.  Before then I didn't know she even saw my misery.  She was miserable herself!  So for her to acknowledge the fact that she saw me and cared...was my saving grace.

I have never been able to give my whole testimony.  It's too much.  I'll have to write a book one day.  I'm not sure why i was awakened to write this.  I know more will come soon.  I'm in this process of writing my story and emptying myself out.  Maybe I'll be able to understand myself and my journey better when it's all typed up.  I'll write more as He calls me to and stop where i need to.  This is not a detailed account nor is it the end.  There are a lot of inbetweens and durings and the likes, but this is what I felt led to type this morning. 

May you all read and be blessed by this in some way.  That is all for now...

Emptying myself...

Desert. Bitter. Sound. Light. Hope. Faith. Black. Tan. Blue. You. No me. Life. Right. Left. Cries. Laughs. Worry. Money. Tomorrow. Yesterday. Tonight. Loss. Gain. Sweet. Death. Anxious. Doubt. Fear. Sadness. Exhaustion. Sick. Well. Promise. Word. Never. Always. Sometimes. Whenever. Irritation. Confusion. Enemy. Hair. Skinny. Liars. You mad? You jealous? You lookin'? You matter? Do you? Do I? I don't? You don't? You won't? Why not? How so? Are you blind? Don't you want to know? Why don't you ask? Why can't you see? What do i have to say? What do i have to do? What if i did?  Isn't it? Aren't you supposed to?  Why don't you care?  Who are you asking?  Do you hear me?  Do you see me? Can you feel me?  That's what you said! Yes it is! I won't say it again!  Don't ask me again! You already know the answer! WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THINGS THAT YOU KNOW? WHY DO I HAVE TO USE ALL CAPS?  WHY CAN'T I EVER JUST RELAX? WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ME ABOUT THIS? DIDN'T WE JUST GO OVER THIS? THAT'S WHY I DON'T ANSWER MY PHONE!!! IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME???  COULD I BE MISSING THE POINT???  COULD I HAVE GOTTEN THIS ALL WRONG??? WOULD YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH??? WHY LIE??? RAGE!!! WHERE ARE MY BLINDERS??? I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU IN MY PERIPHERAL!!!  GO AWAY!!!  I HAVE DEFEATED YOU!!! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE MAD!!!  I WON'T STOP!!!  YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!!! YOU'LL NEVER HAVE IT!!! SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Is this the end? it feels like the beginning.  i refuse to let you in.  you're not real.  you can't be trusted.  but i can trust You.  i know ur there.  i know why you remove yourself from me at times.  i understand.  but i know you're still there.  just talk to me.  tell me what you want me to know.  teach me.  i can't learn this without you.  i'm yet holding on.  i stand but am weak.  perfect strength=weakness. you want me, come get me. you want me to. tell me how. i'll do it.  you know i will.  i'm all yours.  i'm gonna beat this.  all i do is win.  all i want is you.  i want you to hold me.  i need you.  see me. hear me. loooooove me.  clear the path. you'd rather sit in the cold?  smh. somebody else will.  believe it. you don't have to understand.  but He does.

Enigmatic Randomness

Let it pour.  These are the remnants of puzzle pieces with no match. Fragments of a mosaic with no pattern.  In order to gain freedom, you must first pluck out your eyes; listen for the whisper of God.  Sometimes i not only feel blind, but deaf too.  Walking around just "feeling" my way through.  I wanna run and hide, but how can i when the train is already on the tracks?  I would just be holding up traffic.  Sometimes the only things that can keep you warm are love and a pair of arms.  When those things aren't present, though, the enemy thinks he's found an entrance.  never.  Why wear clothes when i allow you to see right through me?  Sometimes the only way you can see truth is through the transparency of another.  Sometimes the only way you can let go of your past is to see someone Else's ghost.  Respect the Lord of Hosts!  I get so angry when i see people who should know better disrespect my God.  We are NOT to judge the world...that's on God.  But we are to judge the church...those of us who claim to know the Lord but steadily doing the work of the enemy, need to be checked. period.  Sometimes i ask myself, "is it really worth it?"  I know the answer.  I used to be a Phoenix, but then the forecasters said that there would be Reign.  I have an umbrella but i pray that i get soaked.  Sometimes i wanna use really bad curse words to crush your pride...but that would only crush the phone i use to call Dad.  Can't.  It took me a while to realize you suck.  I want to believe the good in everyone i come in contact with, but that's not wisdom.  Then you... you think that you're about to come back in and wear me out with all of your mess... no no.  I have a wall up that is so stealth like, you'll just keep running into it over and over again because you can't prove it's there.  IT'S THERE!!  Believe it homie.  After all these years of running into drama-hungry heffas, i've found the solution to keeping it out of my life.  Not gonna tell.  It takes wisdom to be able to jump in mud and not get dirty. That made me smile.  My joy can exist in my sadness.  I can shed tears and be better off than the sista next to me that's fakin' the funk.  True story.  I need you... but sometimes you don't see me... you think, in your mind that it's all good.  It's not.  You'll see.  That is all.

Twennnny Eleven

This year is going to be awesome.
I could just let that be the only sentence in this blog because I truly see that word being the MAJOR WORD in my year.  I can feel power from The Holy Spirit that I never thought i would be able to tap into.  If you were to look back in to my life and my blogs, you would see the intense struggle i've had over the years just trying to get my mind right.  I prayed and fasted and prayed and hoped and pray and churched and prayed some more.  Yet when you're caught in the "wilderness cycle", all you can do is work to show yourself approved and pray that He will take notice and usher you into your Jericho!  Well friends.  I'm sitting on the corner of Wilderness and Jericho.  I'm done circling the block.  I just received me and my family's set of keys to our new Crib on Jericho Avenue!  We're moving in and I'm GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKED!!!!!!!!!!  I'm so excited to be out of the Wilderness.  I know my flesh tried to keep me there for a very very veeeery long time but i FINALLY ALLOWED THE HOLY SPIRIT TO CONQUER MY FLESH!!! 


Family, just know that He's a healer and a Way Maker!  If it had not been for the Lord who was on my side!!!  I'm screaming from the mountaintops yaw!!  I MADE IT OUT!!!  I pray that I STAY out too!  There is so much that has been prophesied over my life for this year and friends... i'm already seeing fruit on this tree.  The word says that a Healthy Tree can't produce bad fruit and a Sick Tree can't produce good fruit.  I'm finally seeing that I'm a Healthy Tree after all.  I pray you see the fruit that determines your work too.  Amen!