Yes, I Write Devotionals

Hello old friends, new followers and fellow bloggers- 

I was asked by a peer about this blog and her question was “So, you write devotionals for a living?”.  I had to sit and think about the question for a minute- do I?  I never saw my posts as devotionals.  Yes, I supply scripture when applicable.  Yes, I usually talk about God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, etc.  Yes, my posts are usually encouraging, uplifting and tackle real life issues.  But, I don’t supply the prayer at the end and I don’t mandate that each person reading come to God.  All the devotionals I’ve read contained a prayer and demanded salvation.  Don’t get me wrong, those things are good things- in fact, great things!  It’s just that, everyone doesn’t come to Christ at the same time or pray the same way.  I used to look at those prayers and change the words to match my life/ situation.  So to answer her question, Yes- I write devotionals.  My posts aren’t like other devotional posts and my tactics aren’t the same as others but each day I wake up to inspire you, to inspire you to look at the world differently.  I wake up each day to encourage you, to encourage you to be honest with yourself and others.  Each day I wake up to share truth, the truth of God’s love, forgiveness and desire for relationship with you.  In this desire to share what I have walked through; we talk about love, betrayal, sex, soul ties, depression, suicide,etc.  We address things that people refuse to talk about in church and we try to learn how to love others the way God desires for us together.  I may do some poetry, I may give you a quote and a picture, I may give a scripture- sometimes I won’t; but all in all- I write devotionals as a hobby and I enjoy it!  

Until next time, 

Mo 🙂 

For What?

I sit on my bed and wonder…

Wonder about the condition of life.

Life itself, with all its ebb and flows-

Up and downs, life.

Life means what?

What does our lives mean to God?

What does our lives mean to each other?

So I sit and I wonder

I wonder about this thing we call “life”.

I imagine those who live near me,

Asking the same things.

In their head, I imagine them asking about life.

If life was nonexistent, if life was gone, then what?

Does life seek something more for us?

Something more than what we wear,

Something more than who we’re with,

Something more than the formality of religion.

Does life seek and search for something more?

Or are we stuck in mediocrity, is complacency our home.

If I was destined to sit in the mundane,

Then why am I serving a moving God?

A God who moves with time-

Time moves with Him.

Yet, we stay still in our state of routine-

In routines that does nothing for our Spirits.

Our Spirits are malnourished– starving for something more.

More justice, more love, more compassion,

Starving for more…

Yet, we stay in the mediocre-in the mundane.

If this is what Christianity is, what am I striving for?

I am shouting and praising, for what?

I am sitting in church, for what?

I am reading my Word, for what?

Why am I reading a text I don’t plan to live?

Why am I believing in a change I am not a part of?

Why?

If my life is meant to be lived silently,

Why do I have a mouth?

If my life is meant to turn a blind eye,

Why do I have the ability to see?

If my life is meant to address nothing,

Why can I hear the cries of those oppressed around me?

Why?

If this is what my life is for,

Then I can say to God- why do I serve you?

I’m serving you, for what?

❤ Mo

“Copyright, Sept. 6. 2014, Mo”

An Artist

I am an artist

An artist I am

A calligrapher of change

A painter of strength

A sculptor of hope

I am an artist,

An artist I am

No I don’t paint

No I don’t own canvas

No I don’t carry pounds of clay with me

Nor is charcoal my “fav” accessory

Yet, I am an artist

An artist I am

I paint on the hearts of many

With the words I speak

I sculpt ideas

With every stroke of every key

And yet, money is not sent to me

But, still… I am an artist

An artist I am

I draw on the imagination of your mind

Knowing that in time…

My words will make memories

Will set souls free

Yet, I don’t have a gallery

But I am an artist

An artist I am

SO BE NOT confused

With what you see

Or what you think

Or what you are accustomed to

Because, BOO- I am an artist

An artist I am

I am

I am

An Artist

❤ Mo

“Copyright, Sept 6. 2014, Mo”

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