A Woman's Worth

So when Ms. Keys first spoke these words, she was speaking of a woman's worth in the eyes of a man...




But I want to cry as these thoughts go from bouncing around my mind all day and transfers over to 12-point courier font running across the computer screen.

It's a nice thought, but can a real man ever really know a woman's worth? NOPE... because really and truly, only God can.

Put it like this... NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCES PUTS THINGS INTO PERSPECTIVE...

1. Sigh... I got a preview of the Apocalypse the night before Thanksgiving. God in His grace spared my life... literally.... pictures of my car to come.
2. How can you tell a woman how much she's worth when a man won't tell her and she's unable to tell herself? I am reminded of how much I can't wait for the misery on this planet is over when last night this dude beating the $*!# out of this chick in front of all of us... he was born to deal it and she was bred to take it. Who can tell that girl how much she's worth when no one told her when she was innocent and the Holy Spirt that tries to tell her sounds like a lie to her heart?
3. I SUCK because God got tired of my backsliding ways and He has to put me through an awful car wreck to get my attention
4. I cannot be a slave to anyone on earth. I spend all this time telling people and showing people how much I love them. I focus more on my horizontal relationships that it wrecks havoc on my Vertical relationship, rendering it almost useless. My relationship with God is the only one that really matters.
5. I need to cut certain things and certain people off.... and I'm always more concerned of how it will make them feel that it ends up damaging me. I simply can't let the negativity and the people around me quench the Spirit inside of me.

Maybe... just maybe... this time it will be different. I know I'm not THAT off track because God didn't take me. He gave me length of days and I still have the potential to finish the purpose that God gave me on earth (whatever that is). But maybe... just maybe... I'll one day be disciplined enough to where I can make the right decisions on my own without God's loving hand punishing me to open my blind eyes.

I wrote this last week... and it seems apropriate to share it now...

Slave to my emotion

Slave to my pain

Slave to the world and all He's called vain

Slave to he

Slave to she

Slave to most all of everyone...

me

See cuz...

My enemy has my eyes

I cry like she cries

Those big crocodile tears

To cover up them fears

Or should I say fear...

Singular fear:

To let go of the dear,

Precious

Weight of the flesh.



Can flesh be redeemed?

Can she be redeemed?

Can I be redeemed?



See but...

If flesh is she and

She is I:

Then who can save me from this

Servitude of mine?

My chains weigh unshakable

My despair stays unbreakable

My wounds so self-inflicted...

Untakeable

O wretched [wo]man

that I am!

Who shall deliver me from

the body of this

death?


I thank

God

through

Jesus Christ

our Lord.

It's not exactly done... but it's really appropriate for now. A woman's worth? It's really nothing outside of the only One that is Worthy.