One Lyric At a Time…

Hello old friends, new followers, and fellow bloggers-

I love to write.  I love to write poems, short stories, and songs… I love to write songs.  I’ve been writing songs since I was a little girl, lyrics would pour out of me like oil.  I have journals filled with songs, napkins with songs lyrics, old tattered legal pad pages of songs.  For a season in my life, the only consistent thing was the lyrics coming to my head, but then one day the words stopped coming.  It was like my creative faucet was jammed and the before you knew it, I gave up writing- I stopped hearing the melodies. Isn’t it crazy to solidify one’s identity on a single season?  That is exactly what I did, because of what I deemed an insufficiency, I no longer identified myself as a songwriter…

We don’t stop being who we are because of what we momentary lack.

God never said “Simone, you are no longer a writer.  Let that go!”  In fact, He encouraged me to write more.  He desired that I wrote beyond my pain, beyond my disbelief in self, beyond my shame and insecurities.  He called me Simone, his daughter, his writer, his creator and his advocate.

I was in my bedroom last night, singing my heart out to the Father when lyrics of hope began to leap off of my lips.  “You silence my fears, You still my heart, you calm the depths of my mind.”  Words of healing filled my room and for once I wasn’t trying to write a song, I was just acting as myself: a songwriter.

When you are who you are, you don’t have to try so hard.

Who are you?  What pieces of your identity have you given up out of frustration?  When God calls you by name:  your name doesn’t change based upon circumstance.  Though you are in the middle of trials, your name and the essence of you remain the same.  When God called Joseph ruler, he was a ruler though he was falsely imprisoned.  When God called Moses deliverer, he was a deliverer though he shied away because of insecurity.  When God called Abraham friend, he was still His friend even after he lied about his wife being his sister.  The names of our heroes remained the same, though life circumstances around them were filled with change.  Lastly, let’s look at David: God’s songwriter and king but for a season of life he was on the run as a fugitive trying to survive.

Circumstances will change, but your name will remain the same.

You are a son or a daughter of God.  That is the bedrock of your identity.  Everything else is an additive to something amazing: you.  So, creator, create.  Writer, write.  Teacher, teach.  Lover, love well.  Be who you are and never disown pieces of self because of hardship!

Xoxo,

Simone 

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Broken ( An Introduction)

broken

jagged

cracked

torn to pieces

by words

by circumstances

by life

life tears us apart

from the start

it’s been this way

Devil’s play

he played Eve

appealed to her sight

from dawn to night

hunger over hope

lust over luxury

a forbidden fruit

bit by a power couple

a couple of beings

being selfish

selfishly making decisions

decided our fate

wanted to go back in time

but it was too late

all in all

mankind came to the great “Fall”

making us

broken

(c) Simone Holloway, 2014

Today’s poetry was inspired by Adam, Eve & The Fall.  This week we are going to talk about this power couple and how their decisions had such an effect on others.  Join me this week as we venture into the mindset of the first couple on earth “Adam and Eve” and how their decisions have affected us all…..

I love y’all!

Until next time,

Mo 🙂

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Life Is Beautiful

Hello old friends, new followers and fellow bloggers-

I’ve realized in the past week or so that our circumstances have a tendency to cause us to miss the beauty in what we call life.  Sometimes we go through things that are so heart-breaking that we forget that life is beautiful.  The essence of living is beautiful in itself.  I have lost those I’ve loved to the confines of their mind, death, disease, and etc.  I have lost those I loved because of hopelessness, loneliness and rejection.  I have lost those I loved to the past and consequences of mistakes made in that season of life.  These losses, so to speak, can leave one bitter and hurting with a dark view about life itself; but all in all, I have found that life continues to be beautiful.  Life is beautiful. There is beauty in the ability to wake up to the sun on my face.  There is beauty to enjoying breakfast with my family.  There is beauty in going to work and feeling like I did a great job.  There is beauty in life and we can’t allow our current situations and circumstances to rob us of that beauty.  Life is and will continue to be beautiful.

Until next time,

Mo 🙂