I Am Woman

“My willingness to carry life is the revenge, the antidote, the great rebuttal of every murder, every abortion, and every genocide.I sustain humanity. Deep inside of me, life grows. I am death’s opposition.I have pushed back the hand of darkness today. I have caused there to be a weakening tremor among the ranks of those set on earth’s destruction.

Today a vibration that calls angels to attention echoed throughout time. Our laughter threatened hell today.I dined with the greats of God’s army. I made their meals, and tied their shoes. Today, I walked with greatness, and when they were tired I carried them. I have poured myself out for the cause today.It is finally quiet, but life stirs inside of me. Gaining strength, the pulse of life sends a constant reminder to both good and evil that I have yielded myself to Heaven and now carry its dream.

No angel has ever had such a privilege, nor any man. I am humbled by the honor. I am great with destiny.I birth the freedom fighters. In the great war, I am a leader of underground resistance. I smile at the disguise of my troops, surrounded by a host of warriors, destiny swirling, invisible yet tangible, and the anointing to alter history.
Our footsteps marking land for conquest, we move undetected through the common places.Today I was the barrier between evil and innocence. I was the gate keeper, watching over the hope of mankind, and no intruder trespassed.
There is not an hour of day or night when I turn from my post. The fierceness of my love is unmatched on earth.And because I smiled instead of frowned the world will know the power of grace. Hope has feet, and it will run to the corners of earth, because I stood up against destruction.I am a woman. I am a mother. I am the keeper and sustainer of life here on earth. Heaven stands in honor of my mission. No one else can carry my call. I am the daughter of Eve.

Eve has been redeemed.
I am the opposition of death. I am a woman.”

~Christianna Reed Maas

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What Is Gray?

“Gray is the color of an elephant and a mouse

and a falling apart house.

it’s fog and smog, fine print and lint,

it’s a hush and the bubbling of oatmeal mush.

Tiredness and oysters, both are gray,

smoke swirls and grandmother curls.

So are some spring coats and nanny goats.

Eagles are gray and a rainy day

the sad look of a slum and chewing gum

Wood ash and linen crash.

Pussywillows are gray in a velvety way.

Suits, shoes and bad news, 

beggars’ hats and alley cats,

Skin of a mole and a worn slipper sole.

Content is gray and sleepiness, too

they wear gray suede gloves

when they’re touching you.”
From Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O’Neill

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This grey morning…April 25th