1 John 4:19

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1 John 4:19
My Love
I love you more with each passing day A love that grows and will never fade My love for you is bronze and gold A love that strengthens and doesn't grow old My love for you is a reigning tower That pulls you in with glorious power My love for you will never cease My love, you are my missing piece.
A poem about love, inspired by my initial infatuation with my boyfriend. The truth is, I donât know much about truly loving someone. It requires more strength, vulnerability and effort that I realized. As well as self analysis, willingness to be humble to your true emotions, willingness to be wrong, and to tell him when heâs wrong (not easy when you want to âkeep the peaceâ and be âlikedâ), and being willingly transparent with your thoughts, loyalty, emotions, dreams, desires, past, present and future. Iâm learning that you need to develop consistent patience with your self and your lover because youâre both damaged people. We all want someone to treat us âperfectlyâ (according to our definition of perfection) while we ourselves are far from healed. I thought I understood that itâs about learning to love someone, rather than seeking out someone who will love you so you donât have to feel your own pain. But a year and a half later Iâm still grappling with this. Real Love from Godâs perspective is so different to the bartering systems we have learned to call love. I have/am learning a lot about love in this process, just not in the way I anticipated- which isnât a bad thing.
by Brittany Jackson, 19 May 2019
All the men
I feel like they're another race, Hiding behind a similar face, Tricking women with fictitious grace, Silently smothering the human race They alone take all the power, Because in them God did endower, The strength and force of a ploughing Gaur, Beneath them all other creatures cower The friendly smiles upon their cheery masks, Disguise the darkness in their hearts, And so to meet them I turn dark, I hate them but I play my part, Because I need them to provide, And behind them from other men I hide, And over time I've slowly died, Just to have a man by my side, That's the strange predicament, I feel the venom of my resentment, Yet still I behave in loyal subservience, While I fight for status against every contestant My hate for men is as big as an ocean, A time bomb ticking before the explosion, And around me, the shrapnel of my emotion, Settles like dust on a heart that is broken My fear of men is bigger than earth, A fear I was cloaked in before my birth, A mother that was raped and didn't know her worth, Generations of women still writhing in dearth If I let him see me, if I let him in, He'll rip my heart from me and I'll let him win, How, with such anger and fear within, Do I relent my shield before an alien? Yet something softer comes quietly calling, And I berate myself for thinking of falling, In love with a creature my mind finds appalling, And cast away my sentry, ready for mauling. What if my heart is stronger than I thought, And evil isn't as powerful as I was taught, And the genders on earth were one cohort, Not enemies against which to be endlessly fought. What if I set down my heavy armament, And stood bare and shivering in every argument, And learned to stay still even when it's turbulent, Not run away seeking something impermanent? It seems less frightening to stay on the run, Than stay and face the mess that's already begun, But maybe in that darkness you never find the one, And never feel the dawning warmth of the rising sun But to feel the rays of light, strength has to be employed, To open up a heart that has long since been devoid, To admit I am the weak thing I was trying to avoid, and discover in the process the weakness is destroyed. Poem about men and opening to love
by Brittany Jackson, 19 October 2020
anything can be resolved when love is involved
a sentence that came to me in my morning ponderings about forgiveness
When you feel so low
That no one else could ever know
And you're calling out for death because you can't take another breath
When your spirit is broken and your bones are laid bare
And all you can feel is doubt in the air
That sticks to your skin and gets stuck in your throat
And you're thinking of the goodbye letters you should've wrote
Because you're so over living and done with the pain
That you want to lay down and wash away with the rain
When your inner world is shattered and your outer world is too
There is still someone calling and reaching out for you
He's there when you're grieving, He feels every pain
And He comes to restore you with hope and faith again.
He reaches through the darkness, He knows your weary soulÂ
And He swears not too leave you, He's going to make you whole.
He seeks you in the valley where stem and branch are bare,
And He see's in you a garden you didn't know was there,
He's come to walk the road with you and pave a well-lit way
To carry you from the darkness into the eternal day
He guards your troubled weary heart even as you sleep
He will not rest until He's herded every single sheep
His love is not exempt from you and though you feel afraid
He heard you every time you called and listened when you prayed
So as the road ahead of you lays unknown and far less trodden
You'll find that God has plans for you, you've never been forgotten.
-a poem I wrote/channelled about hopelessness and Godâs love
by Brittany Jackson, 24 July 2020
If you havenât already come across The Robert James Lees trilogy, I highly recommend these three books:Â
Through The Mists or Leaves from the Autobiography of a soul in Paradise etc.
The Life Elysian
The Gate of Heaven
These have been a total game changer for me so far (I have just started reading the Gate of Heaven). The material was channeled by medium Robert James Lees from a spirit named Frederick Winterleigh (affectionately renamed Aphraar in his spirit life) who lived in England in the 1800s and passed over into the spirit world, where he became passionately desirous of communicating his experiences of the afterlife with those still âaliveâ on Earth, that we might have a better understanding of God, our existence and endeavour towards a life of righteousness and love. His account of the afterlife is so informative and inspiring and is a true testament to the magnitude of the love God has for His children.
Dark House
I entered the dark house inside my self, Walked down the hall and came to a shelf, In a cold room with wet windows and wood floor, I knelt to the ground and closed the door, The shelf bore a mirror over an empty fireplace, And when I looked up into it I saw on my face, Old portraits of those who had come before, The longer I looked the more of them I saw, They stood all around me, they tugged on my skin, They breathed on my back, within me, their sin, They didn't mean to do it but now it lives here, In the shadows of my house where floor and wall are bare, I sat among my ancestors, their wary spirits old, And I cried as I listened to the stories they told, As I cried the room filled with water, flooding all around, It engulfed my feet and rose til I left the ground, I floated up surrounded in pain, And circling around me were photos in frames, Time was suspended as I drifted there, It could have been a moment or a year, But as the pain left me I descended down and found myself again on the ground, I felt the years pass like waves on the sea, And when I opened my eyes these ghosts fled from me
- a poem I wrote about feeling emotions, especially the intergenerational emotional injuries and beliefs we inherit that have gone unhealed and suppressed for years and years, and can only be released from us by our feel through them, the grief, fear, anger. Itâs time to let it go so we donât pass it onto the next generation.
by Brittany Jackson, 6 July 2019
Prayer for Divine Love
My Father, Who is in Heaven, I recognise that You are All Holy and Loving and Merciful, and that I am Your child, and not the subservient, sinful, and depraved creature that false teachers would have me believe. I know that I am the greatest of Your creations, and the most wonderful of all Your Handiworks, and the object of Your Great Soulâs Love and Tenderest Care. I know that Your Will is that I become at-one with You and partake of Your Great Love which You have bestowed upon me through Your Mercy and Desire that I become, in truth, Your child through Love, and not through the sacrifice and death of any of Your Creatures. I pray that You will open up my soul to the inflowing of Your Love, and that then will come to me Your Holy Spirit to bring into my soul this, Your Divine Love, in great abundance, until my soul is transformed into the very essence of Yourself; and that there will come to me faith â such faith as will cause me to realize that I truly am your child and one with You in very substance, and not in image only. Let me have such faith, as will cause me to know that You are my Father, and the bestower of every good and perfect gift, and that, only I myself, can prevent Your Love from changing me from the mortal to the immortal. Let me never cease to realise that Your Love is waiting for each and all of us, and, that when I come to You, in faith and earnest aspiration, Your Love will never be withheld from me. Keep me in the shadow of Your Love every hour and moment of my life, and help me to overcome all the temptations of the flesh, and the influence of the powers of the evil ones who so constantly surround me and endeavour to turn my thoughts away from You to the pleasures and allurements of this world. I thank you for Your Love and the privilege of receiving it, and I believe that You are my Father â the Loving Father who smiles upon me in my weakness, and is always ready to help me and take me into Your Arms of Love. I pray this with all the earnestness and sincere longings of my soul, and, trusting in Your Love, give You all the glory and honour and love that my finite soul can give. AMEN