splatter

When I write, I write on pages with no lines

Cuz I can't stand my words being placed in the confines of that 2cm space provided for me

My words need freedom

My words can't be boxed up or measured off

cuz they contain passion from a heart that is fueled by the God who is immeasurable

By the God that breaks through the lines of boundaries

Who gives me a life that can't be defined by anything cuz it's constantly changing

and redefining definitions that I've made for myself

Definitions I've been taught as I've been brought up

In a world that needs to categorize and simplify in order to function

Which brings me to this junction of sticking to the status quo

or sticking to the "Ready? Go."

And don't tell me to stop

cuz I will not

I WILL NOT

STOP

Will NOT

DROP

What I am saying

These words stuck in my brain

like rocks that I need to disengage

so that the flow of life can regain the passageways

to my thoughts

to my passions that are caught up in selfishness

embellished by the constant worries of

"What are they gonna think?" "What if no one else agrees?" "They won't get it."

And you say to me

"What do the opinions of THESE matter? SPEAK child! Let the words I put in your mouth SPLATTER up against the walls! All over the pavement! My words are too big for you to keep inside, to hide. They are meant to be magnified by my glory. To tell the wonders of my Story that I want you to be a part of and in the midst of everything I have planned. Don't you understand? I WANT you. I want YOU and your words to go forth and give every part of your worth to. Stop acting like this ain't a part of you cuz I made it ingrained in the muscles of your heart. The muscles that I pump in my hand to give your body what it needs to think. To receive. To surrender, act and SPEAK! So Speak, Elise. Move. Even if it's only you, will you do it for Me?"

You...my redeemer and savior, heartbeat and breath, my death and life

I should do it for you

Just you

Just you

should be enough

You've always been enough

in the rough and smoothe

soothing me, healing me, breaking and still using me

confusing me with the way you operate

but finding joy in the fact that I don't have to navigate through this alone

No, cuz You're on the throne

and that makes you King

so yes, I will do it for you

I'll speak

I'll even sing when no one else wants to

I'll say the things that you want to use my voice to say

Yes

Today

I choose

to Speak