Your Name

November 6, 2018 § 21 Comments

Coffee steams from my cup and I remember how much I love to write, how I have always loved writing, how I have always written, except… for the times the adversary came to my side whispering lies. Lies like, you aren’t worthy, you aren’t good enough. You should live in the manner society has taught you. You should want success that materializes in dollar signs. You are only as much as you make, and the amount you are praised. That’s what that man I used to know told me too— he said I would never be worthy until I was a queen, a queen who was known by her status, just as he. And I believed him. Because the adversary was by my side whispering lies, using this man to create chaos and confusion inside me, trying to break apart the design the Creator had given me when He first formed me in my mother’s womb. But the Creator, El Emet, the God of truth, he has something different to say about me. He calls me his masterpiece, he calls me brand new, he calls me friend, he calls me a new creation, he calls me set free. He says I am chosen, I am accepted, I am forgiven, I am complete, I am beloved.

You must stop waiting for perfection, he says, you must pick up the pen and begin, I will give you the words as I have given you the gift. And so I write. As coffee steams and my mind is overun with passion; joy and utter peace because I have been given a new name. And no one can call me by my old names, by my sins, or my past, because I am brand new, I am a new creation, I am his treasured possession and he has given me a new song to sing, Psalms 40:3.

I have spent my whole life believing lies the world has told me about who I am.
But not today— Today, I am a child of God, I am heir to a kingdom, I am set free, I am greatly loved, I am adopted, I am his workmanship, I am complete. The devil calls me by my sins, but not El Emet, the God of truth, he calls me by name and he says, YOU ARE MINE.
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An Angel’s Heart

June 1, 2016 § 8 Comments

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Explain

October 14, 2015 § 12 Comments

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As I Began To Love Myself

September 28, 2014 § 19 Comments

NPG P283; Charlie Chaplin by Strauss-Peyton Studio“As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

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Fairy tales can come true…

January 8, 2014 § 16 Comments

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..it can happen to you,
If you’re young at heart.
—Frank Sinatra

IF YOU WANT TO SING OUT, SING OUT.

November 6, 2013 § 8 Comments

couple-cute-dance-hsm-love-Favim.com-114068“If you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free.
And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low.
Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no.
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you.”
Cat Stevens

Wretched Darling

July 21, 2013 § 8 Comments

tumblr_lvk0ptFVhf1qmft58o1_500Nine stories below, he watches her fly— through the glass and steel high-rise—gracefully, passionately with a fierce air of defiance and mockery in each turn. « Read the rest of this entry »

Cookie-Cutter Baby

July 16, 2013 § 20 Comments

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living in the Paradise of cities « Read the rest of this entry »

This is Freedom

June 12, 2013 § 20 Comments

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The sun amuses me with her afternoon vibrance.
The pine tree— vertical, proud; out of place next to my Scottsdale balcony— dances to each beat the wind throws her. Hair plays wild—like her owner, performing cartwheels, back-handsprings in  suns honor.
The world around me dances. Everything inside me dances—we’re all swaying…to the same beat.
I look left catching glimpse of my reflection in the balconies sliding glass door. My bare legs are tan, fresh from  Kona sun. My face is glowing, eyes have become blue sparklers on a 4th of July warm sandy evening.
Suddenly I notice—   I’m stunning. I’m absolutely gorgeous.
The last months of affairs that unfolded—the happenings I knew would destroy and break me,
instead,
revealed my most precious self.
My heart boasts a peace you can’t buy, a kindness most can’t afford.
Veins are free  of    past. Pen moves to the  rhythm  of no one —
This temple I live in,  has been dirtied too long.
I stare at her reflection—   watch   her  transform
from death  into life
The shingles on the roof below   keep me feeling separate from time.  The coffee in my Hualalai mug keeps  innards at the same temperature as the summer sun has provided my sun-drenched skin.
I feel loved.  I don’t know who loves me, but I feel safe— certain.
I feel beautiful, pure flawless.
I am empty of all mistakes. Fingers riddle  pen with every possibility. She scribbles illegible ink across the clean, bare page..
I stare directly into the sun, then   gradually lower  eyes onto  page.
I decode pen’s scribbles and read aloud:
You are standing on top the world,
She is underneath your feet.
This is more than love. This is better than love.

This is FREEDOM.

Her Soul

March 14, 2013 § 39 Comments

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power,  money,  status« Read the rest of this entry »

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