One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
Now we all know about this scripture who study scripture. And we mostly y’all about Jesus as the friend in most church circles.
But. I’m not in most church circles today, because I am a regulator of some divine degree, born to being correction, and new expanded directions that Gods words, alive, living, can go.
The Bible is not the only context here. And God is not just one religions idea to claim as true.
When I say I am. God is in me speaking out from within.
Romans 8: 10-11
10 And Christ lives within you, so even though your body will die because of sin, the Spirit gives you life because you have been made right with God.
11 The Spirit of God, who raised Jesus from the dead, lives in you. And just as God raised Christ Jesus from the dead, he will give life to your mortal bodies by this same Spirit living within you.
So. God within. Go in. Let god out. We receive Jesus again and again. As we let god out from within.
The task of a Christian, Muslim, blah blah blah is to remember God within when people be looking crazy? And to remind each other about the one who sticks closer than a brother.
I grew up in a home with anger issues and fighting. A hostile land. A land I did not come from with two people, man and woman who did not know how to let god out from within. Struggled!! Animals unaware of God within them. Beasts.
So please don’t try to talk to me about the beast. I know him well. As I watched those to beasts take it all out in me. I am a love child given in faith god damns all who say anything other. I’ve watched them drop like flies. Prayed for mercy. But realized their fate is not my doing but the god within they could not let out to live in me properly without taking all I was made to give to another. My own Mother.
It’s her love within me, with God in me eating for her to finally receive fully. So you see? I had to clear out allllll our junk in our trunks to make room. Because I’m my Mamas heart is a place of splendor that no man knows but me. Oh the beauty in that place so filled with peace I long to return. And my god within has been talking with her god within to get us to trust and let god out.
To show the world a love so unconditional.
Oh the glory of that place!! God lets me remember each day as I rise up to greet the day. My portion of Mamas love from within that place for me. I give and give away so that I may have more and more.
She did not think it would take this much love and her heart long for the place reserved just for her within me. We. Two spirits united within her.
And I am the proof no man put asunder what god joined together within my own Mother. I know what and who I was made from through and through. She’s got a temper. But had no words. So god within talked to her god within and I got the messages. My translation for my own Mama.
Written to the world that could not fathom what eyes have not seen or ears heard. That I could love a woman like this called Mama.
My love. My life. My god lives within her.
They say. God is always silent during a test? Not for me. I graphed the words within. Now that is a real cliff hanger of a note isn’t it? Who knew I was paying so much of my attention to my own Mamas god within?
And just a little twist? A sister sticks way closer than a brother. Mine went away. And I chose to stay for Mamas sake. I’d do right by her one day for ya both with Gods hell I prayed. Reams of letters I wrote to the king of kings, I read them to heaven as I made my petition.
Show me how to win my Mamas heart back again Lord. You know how. Teach me. I want to show everyone how smart and loyal are my two parents that made me in hasty back seats of chevys. After my Mama hit daddy with the flashlight to make his own god within light come on. The only reason Daddy even got to see me was because he let God out one day.
The day he met me he knew it was true. Because the same god within him talked to the god within me, who talks to the god within Mama. Connections. Family dynamic. Dna. Frequencies. Vibrations. Signals. Signs and wonders. I wondered. And wandered. And God my GPS genius within, let me home to them both to let him have a good look at what became of what they made together.
I stuck closer than a brother always going within to God. And each night I go within and find that place with me where their places are and receive them both in love and remembrance of a good thing those two. They got a bad rap. But they made me.
And I’ll not let it be in vane.