J.M.Fox

All wordsmiths have to start somewhere. And here I am, an absolute egg! /// If you like what you see, let me know, maybe stick around! I have tea >:3 /// Ecclesiastes 12:10 ---> The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and that which was written was upright, even words of truth. /// 

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Psalm 11:4

The Lord is in His holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven...

He is, as this verse says, in heaven. But He is also with us. He has not forgotten us; He has not left us, nor will He ever.

Yes, He is in Heaven, and is just as strongly and potently standing beside us. HE is within us and at our shoulder. He is before us, He sees us and loves us

His eyes behold, His eyelids try the children of men.

Everything works together for our good, even if we do not understand.

God be with you.

With love,

J.M.

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1 Timothy 4:14

Just a little tidbit today, I suppose. Nice and easy, short and sweet.

Looking at 1 Timothy 4:14 earlier this week, the first half of that particular verse caught my eye. The word neglect had begun recurring naturally in my daily reading, so I pondered it for a moment. “God what are you trying to tell me?”

I did a quick word study, but 1 Timothy 4:14 continued to reign supreme. It resonated with me. So I took the first half and broke it down. *Quick Note: The Gs here are word addresses, assigned to the Greek word that appeared in the original Bible before transliterated into English.*

Neglect- G272 Not- G3361 The gift- G5486 That is in- G1722 Thee- G4671

In doing this, I found now two words stuck out to me: neglect and gift. I dug deeper.

1. Neglect

G272 (Ameleo) originates from the combination of G1 (Alpha) which, as I'm sure you know, is the first Greek letter, and G3199 (Melei), which means to care about.

2. Gift

G5486 (Charisma) originates from G5483 (Charizomai), which can mean to do something pleasant to do a favor... (There is a longer list here but they are all good, gracious qualities.)

The broken down components of these Greek words begin to speak in a very special way; first, the phrasing of the verse.

The utilization of the breakdown follows:

Neglect not [your] gift Neglect not your charisma Care about your charisma Neglect not to do something pleasant Neglect not to do a favor for Care about these things Care about others Care about yourself

All on its own, the verse comes full circle. It speaks firstly on knowing the gifts God has given you, and not wasting them. But also, simply having a helpful, caring heart will prepare you for utilizing those gifts. And of course, not forgetting yourself. While you are commanded to put others first, a little self love is far from unreasonable.

I know this is a inspirational break down as well as a word breakdown. But this is what I see within this verse and within these words. I hope that I laid all that out in such a way that makes sense. Essentially, the message is layers deep into the verse, requiring one going into the origin language to have a decent understanding.

Thanks for reading, I hope you all have a lovely day. God be with you <3

With love, J.M.

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A siren call

If anybody here has ADD/ADHD, can I get an amen?

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The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit

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This Girl

There is this girl, and flowers slip through her fingers. Daisies sprout above her shoulders. She is a quiet one, this girl. She never really grows any older.

She reads so many books in the bath, learning of lives she wishes she had. But she would tell anyone the small and the simple things matter.

She dutifully decorates her soul, and on rainy days she waits for someone to bring her daffodils.

She resurrects, she grows back again, even after being thoroughly trodden upon. But when, if ever, shall she bloom?

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This is related to the post before. Two special people, awaiting to meet formally.

I’m getting a bit excited.

Thank you for reading.

With love,

J.M.

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This Boy

There is this boy, and his hair is adorned with stars. They are lovely, and he is lovely, but oh, he is so lonely.

He can barely grasp all that continuously slips by. For he is so very far away; he resides in the sky, melancholy. Indeed, pain doesn’t last forever. But neither do stars.

What if the stars burn out? What else could ever twinkle, but his skin, his eyes? For us, he shall break apart, to become the night sky’s new lights. And people may love him then, as he shines for them.

Unlike flowers, he will not wither. But he will be tragically scattered. And I pray he will not be bitter about losing his life in order to make other lives better.

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I have had a project on my heart for quite some time. Someone very precious to me has motivated me to go readily in that direction, so... here is a piece.

Thank you for reading.

With love, 

J.M.

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How?

How can my heart turn within me so easily?

How is it so that I feel nothing, and everything all at once?

I feel a crumbling, a melting, a foolhardy despair.

A crushing, hopeless agony...

Then, all at once, like a black tidal wave,

there is nothing.

I have limited time, limited space

for my happy place.

The continuum is broken.

The walls are closing in;

I am falling in,

folding like a hand of cards.

I am useless, doing the one who needs me

no good at all.

I cannot focus, everything holds 

my attention 

ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

My existence is whirling, unfurling...

How I hate my emotions, 

for they bring my insides to a curdling, 

horrible sour state. 

I begin to scrawl 

upon the walls of my skull.

I am scratching to get out.

LET ME OUT.

i cannot escape,

this body is my prison.

I am terrified

but I cannot let them know.

So,

I shall sit quietly

and wait.

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Convoluted, yet linear, and most certainly raw. it is not pretty, but it is honest.

The best poetry is honesty.

Thank you for reading.

With love,

J.M.

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All These Things

All these things we have...

We are doing fine, just fine.

But it seems to me,

as your heart frets so,

you lack trust in me,

in God,

and I remember

there is much you still don’t know.

My heart swells

and my heart shrivels

as your words drop upon me.

Rain, and then fire.

Few agonies are greater

than those caused by desire.

I daresay, you do not 

yet know this particular thing;

the gravity of it,

the almost immeasurable

vastness of how much I love you.

Perhaps I am wrong, and

you choose to ignore my love.

If so, my heart breaks, but 

not forever. 

I shall give you a piece,

even if you ignore me.

Though I cannot force you 

to see eye to eye

with me, I still love you.

All these things we have.

All this love we have.

You can have it to;

all you have to do

is accept it.

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Thank you for reading.

With love,

J.M.

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Poseable Miniature Birds, by Katie Doka on Etsy

See our ‘miniatures’ tag

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you didn’t show the best ones!

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I need all of these! <3

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This may fall upon dead ears.

Oh sweet words, how I lose them.

For the things upon this earth,

there is an end.

Yes, an end to everything.

An end to you;

you, who ceases to exist here anymore.

You had put a knife

to your throat

in the midst of the sea.

It was then you sacrificed

your fragile life to me.

You did not chose to die,

I chose for you.

I lost you, and you did not

come back to me.

How sour this is;

I have nothing and everything

to say to you.

Even in death, I am powerless

against you.

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Thank you for reading.

With love,

J.M.

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Psalm 119: ABC

Let us begin by imposing two questions:

A: What are you afflicted with?

B: What are you blessed with?

Think on those. We will return to them.

Now, we shall look at blessed first. Consider the following:

Think of the English word “great”. One synonym of great is large. Another synonym of great is fantastic. You know what aren’t typically synonyms? Large and fantastic.

There are two sides of a coin; heads and tails. Heads is not tails, and tails is not heads, but they are both coin sides.

The English word “blessed”, in the aforementioned scenarios…. Comparatively, it is the word “great”, it is the coin. Now, the Hebrew words, esher and barak, are the differing synonyms, the coin sides. They are connected, but not the same. Let’s break it down.

1) Blessed --- H835 <Esher> [Hebrew]

Appears:

+as blessed (27x)

+as happy (18x)

Psalm 119:1-2 >>> Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord. Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.

The general sense you get from esher as blessed is emotion based, in a way. It is quite literally a state of being, specifically for humans. Now, we look at barak

2) Blessed --- H1288 <Barak> [Hebrew]

Appears:

+as bless (302x)

+as blessing (2x)

+as praised (2x)

Psalm 119:12 >>> Blessed art thou, O LORD: teach me thy statutes.

Barak differs from esher more clearly here. The verse begins by praising God. This is only more evident as we look to other translations. The NLT reads, “I praise you, O LORD;”. The NET reads, “You deserve praise, O LORD;”. And lastly, the NIV reads, “Praise be to You, LORD;”

Barak elicits a particular sense of action. We see clearly it can mean praise, even in the KJV alone. Esher is to feel, barak is to do, if we put it so simply.

Now, I prefer the KJV myself, and I do believe blessed is most suitable for both locations, because there is a connection to be drawn here. When you are happy, you smile. When you are sad, you cry. When you are blessed by God, you bless Him, you PRAISE Him. This is only one facet of a love of God, in a love towards God. The relationship between esher and barak describes a comfortable place to be; God blesses you, you feel blessed, you bless God. Each iteration of “bless” here means something different. We are forced to realize the abounding complexity of a single word.  

Now, we look to what many might consider as less comfortable: affliction.

3) Affliction --- H6031 <Anah> [Hebrew]

Appears:

+as afflict (50x)

+as humble (11x)

Psalm 119:67 >>> Before I was afflicted I went astray: but now have I kept thy word.

Psalm 119:71 >>> It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn thy statutes.

Psalm 119:75 >>> I know, O LORD, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me.

Psalm 119:107 >>> I am afflicted very much: quicken me, O LORD, according unto thy word.

Now, we see here how affliction could be viewed as good, and how it could be viewed as bad. But with this breakdown, it raises the question: What should affliction do?

V. 67 claims it helps us to KEEP God’s word.

V. 71 claims it helps us to LEARN God’s statutes, His word.

V. 107 leads us to believe that in our affliction, God may QUICKEN us… according to His word.

V. 75 informs us that God is indeed our afflictor, but His judgments are right, and He afflicts us in faithfulness. Faithfulness of what? That we may LEARN, and KEEP, and BE QUICKENED.

And taking it full circle, we look back at anah. It is translated as affliction, and it is translated as humble.

God is faithful in afflicting us, that we may be made HUMBLE.

We are blessed with affliction. What does affliction equate to? Lessons. Guidance.

Fun fact! I was diagnosed with ADD around ten years of age. People tell me, “You’re really easily distracted, huh?” Now let me tell you,  I turn that viewpoint on its head: I notice so much more. People may say I am afflicted, but no; I am blessed with ADD. Yes, I am scattered like dust in the wind, but as dust in the wind will settle back to earth, I will always return to the same foundation, because God is my world.

So, we’re gonna look at those questions again. Let’s trim the edges first. You are left with these new questions:

Are you afflicted? Are you blessed? 

See your afflictions for what they are, and see your blessings for what they are.

And be sure to “C” the connection! God be with you!

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Psalms Inspired: 8&9

What is a man? A little lower than angels. Consider the heavens, brimming and shining. Just above the moon, the stars; all the works of His hands, all the works of His fingers. All of these things beneath God, and yet, He still lingers. Are you mindful of the fact that He is with us?

Out of our mouths we spew anger, profanity. None of us are superior, least of all me. But God shall never leave, and that is a special kind of beauty.

All these things beneath our feet, but we have nothing to fear At least, nothing here. God, He forms the wings upon our hearts, the stretching feathers from our backs. We float over the treacherous egg shells.

Heathens sink down in the pits they made; in the net which they hid is their own foot taken. Ensnared, muttering lies, saying they are not scared of what may come.

Those of us held in His hands, brought to life in salvation, we shall never be lost. For He forgets not the cries of those who seek Him.

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I feel a series coming on.

Thanks so much for reading.

With love,

J.M.

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Beneath the Skin

It is far too cold.

Frigid, absolutely freezing;

dear, please come in.

I know the snow conceals

how hot and bothered

you must feel.

But the pain you’re experiencing

is most certainly not real.

There are holes in your words.

I promise your cries

are not unheard.

But I can’t understand

what I don't perceive.

And you won’t receive

the love I breathe.

I hate that this love is tragic,

and I hate how you think

you’re above me, miles above me.

You don't love me!

And your mind is lost

and can’t be found.

You can’t see the pieces lying around,

but I do.

And I cut my hands

on the pieces of you.

It’s ridiculous the way you think,

and how you seem to think

that I’m the one who is crazy.

Everything is hazy and yet, crystal clear.

I can see so well,

and I can hear your silence.

This violence…

It is not my own, is it?

What lurks beneath this skin?

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I felt this format worked better for this piece. I hope you enjoy; it is one of my older ones.

With love,

J.M.