Wednesday Scripture-Led Writing Prompt: Expectation

Writing is such an great avenue to take to express one self as well as to find some understanding about some things. On some Wednesdays, we will have Wednesday Scriptue-Led Writing Prompts. What a great way to meditate on God’s Word, pray, and journal!

Based from these scriptures, write in your journal what is on or comes to your heart.

As for me, I look to the Lord for help. I wait confidently for God to save me, and my God will certainly hear me. Micah 7:7 NLT

Expectation

As the sirens echo through my ears

And broadcast my fears

As my soul cries tears

I train my heart to turn to the One

Who is near

I look to the Lord for deliverance and care

I look to the One who fills me

When I am bare

Who loves me unfailingly and pursues me with mercy

I wait with confidence

On my God who saves

I pray with expectation

Faithfulness is the Ancient of Days

Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Can You Find Yourself?

Welcome to my series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

Can you find yourself in all of what you want them to see?
Will you still feel good about yourself,
When social media doesnt appease?
When the lights turn out and the applause stops,
Will you still be the one who rocks?

When social media exposes you for who you really are,
And you dont look up to par,
Will you realize you are beautiful and raise the bar?

Are you limiting your greatness by living up to others’ standards?
Are you still successful, even when it looks different from theirs? Will you still commit to fulfilling the task, even if no one cares?

Are you goals when your goals are not always coming to pass?
Can you still value your relationship, if your relationship is not within the Relationship Goals Class?

Will you use your platforms also for right and to uplift others?
Will you measure yourself by the standard of His Word and not another?

Will you care more about the likes or care to like yourself?
Will you find your purpose or imitate someone else?

Will social media and fear of man rule your life?
Will you spend time building your brand,
But never the heart of your family and friends?

Can you strive for greatness but be brave enough to show your imperfections, hardships, and flaws?
Will you stand out in a world of counterfeits, lookalikes, and conditional love and conditional applause?

If you liked this poem, please check out my poetry books!

Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me

Setting The Captive Free

If you can identify with this poem and really need to get back to or start learning to embrace your imperfections, love yourself, overcome your fear of man, see yourself the way God does and grow from there, please share this poem but also begin the mission of doing these things that I just mentioned.

Nurturer of Life

Through a woman, we enter this world. By a mother’s love (not excluding a father’s love) are we nurtured from the womb to her heart, then her arms and out into the world. Sometimes, we are nurtured straight from her heart to her arms and then to the world. No matter what, there is a revolving door back to her heart and she loves her children unconditionally.

Happy Mother’s Day to all moms!!! And I am praying sincerely for those moms who have lost children and children who have lost their mothers. May the Comforter continue to comfort you through this time.

Enjoy this poem God blessed me to write called Nurturer of Life:

From the rib of a man

And the heart of God

Beckoned by a teary eyed child’s demand

With regalness and crown

From the King

Compatible help meet God found

To embrace the head as one

To help him realize layers of dreams untold

To birth heritage of new and old

She is the mere representation of the Many Breasted One

Giving nurture and care to the world

From man to boy and girl

The nurturer of life in so many ways

Gifted to her from the Ancient of Days

Wrapped in unconditional love

Dipped in Fierceness and Resilience

A carrier of life

And a life preserver

A teacher and a server

If God is the tree, mother is the nest

For you and me

Safety is in her arms

As she guides and prepares us to fly

To fulfill destinies assigned by the Most High

To live life from under His wing

To sing when no one else will sing

From her smile comes hope

From her hair comes wisdom and growth

From her womb comes life and pain

From her heart comes trust and belief

Until it is wounded with grief

But a butterfly will once again emerge

From a heart God has purged

Because she is who she is

She will live to forgive

And accept

And love

With every tear, kiss, and hug

The nurturer of life in so many ways

Glorifies and magnifies the Ancient of Days

And she will continue to carry her children, through however God blessed her to conceive,

By birth, by circumstance, by spirit

Through life

Even when they are too heavy too carry

She will lift them in prayers

And surrender them to Unfailing Love

For she knows Love can love them far greater than she can

Yet, mother is a force to be reckoned with

Blessed with super powers from God

Strong and extraordinare

A mother is the nurture of life in so many ways

Gifted to us by the Ancient of Days

By Tannika Moore

The devil’s Loss

The devil wants me to believe

God’s purpose for me will never be achieved

So he whispers in my ear

he tells me things my flesh wants to hear

his plan is to destroy me

he is at work day in and day out

he walks around and maliciously about

When I was born, he immediately placed a bet

he told Jesus, “I bet I ruin her yet.”

“While she’s young, I’ll make her forget

Why she needed You in the first place.

Her world is perfect and her dreams are ripe;

Jesus, when You’re ready, let me tamper with her life.

I’ll mess it all up, send my demons disguised her way.

She will duck and dodge and forget to pray

And how about her teens?

Let me give her depression

Send her confusion

Fill her with anger

Break her heart and disappoint her too

As she moves one step forward, I’ll push her back two.

I bet You Jesus, she’ll curse Your name

Then run to me and give me Your fame

You protect her too much

and You gave her too many gifts

What will she do then, if she had so much to miss?”

Then the Lord, my God said, “you just wait devil

Stop your ranting

Shut your mouth; you didn’t win with Job

And you won’t win now.

I know my Father’s children, Their weaknesses and strengths

They are not like you

And this one here will remain true.

This faithful soldier of mine I trust her so

More than you will ever know.

I see her faith in Me and attentiveness to My Word

In addition to the prayers I’ve heard

you can take from her But I’ll give

you can try to kill her But I’ll let her live.”

The devil wants to destroy me And take my life

But the devil has already lost the fight

It is God’s strength, grace and mercy

That sustains me

When I am weak

In God’s love, I will suffer no defeat.

When A Still Life Moves

I was an Art & Design major in college before I changed to English. It was during this time I learned about still life. I remember eying a bowl of fruit neatly propped up on its stand trying to capture its essence, simplicity, beauty, and shadows.

A Still Life is a work of art displaying objects such as flowers, fruit, a vase, a skull, etc. These tangible objects are still and lifeless but express liveliness and simplicity in its form of art.

Thinking of ideas for poems, my experience with this work of art would later lead me to the following title, When A Still Life Moves. What happens when a still life moves and what or who gives it the life it needs to no longer be still?

Jesus is our life giver. If the same power that raised Him from death lies within every believer, then we too have been raised and positioned with Him. We are no longer the still lives. We have been enabled to move and fulfill our destinies as one and as individuals.

Read When A Still Life Moves from my first book, Setting The Captive Free.

When a Still Life moves,

God’s work of art no longer stands still

It is revived and alive to the touch

Its spirit, you can feel.

It is lifted and free

Motivated and able to breathe

It is patient and knows when to yield

For it has learned to be still.

When a Still Life moves,

It enters a new season

It has discovered its purpose

And embraced the Creator’s reason.

It changes the nature of the picture

Its colors become richer.

When a Still Life moves,

It gives a new meaning to the space it occupies

It is not limited or bound to one site.

It follows its heart and allows its imaginations to take flight

A Still Life begins to move with time

And can no longer be simply defined.

It moves past the fears and the doubts

It perseveres and knows what it is about

The light doesn’t just shine upon it but through it

And it attracts Life to it.

When a Still Life moves,

Its laughter is like a bouquet of joy

Its smile is like a child who is fixed upon a new toy

It lives each day renewed

When a Still Life moves

True existence and living we choose.

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To purchase Setting The Captive Free poetry book visit: https://stcfpoetrybook.com/setting-the-captive-free-poetry-book/

Faith it Through

This poem/prayer is dedicated to those who may be suffering from anxiety. I understand how hard it grips you and how as a result you feel hopeless. God sees our tears and He can erase all of our fears. Trust Him. 

Mountain of anxiety be lifted up
And thrown into the sea
And Don’t come back with more fear
To terrorize me.

Body, and mind, and spirit too
Believe that God can deliver you
And Be healed by His stripes
Tired of these attacks
I’m losing my strength to fight.
But I’m not turning back

God, hear me and let my tears fall at Your feet
Anchor my faith in You
And let Your healing wells run deep.

You did not give me a spirit of fear,
But of power, love, and a sound mind
You have not left me, nor forsaken me
You are right here.
And every thing will be fine.

So Lord, I praise You even in the valley
I praise You even though it’s hard
I praise You with the queasiness in my belly
I praise You for what I can’t see naturally
I praise You in advance
For complete healing and the unwavering faith stance

That I will have joy in the morning,
I will rest in You,
I will be delivered from all my fears,
I will continue on with hope and a future penned by You,
And I will survive today and continue to faith it through.

In Jesus’ name, amen.
Love,

Tannika

Raffle Winner Announced

Winner Announced

I am excited to tell you that we have a winner of our latest giveaway in honor of National Poetry Month! Congratulations Krista Thomas! She has received a copy of my book, Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me. 

Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me

My latest poetry book, Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me, comes at a time where I am learning to surrender my life to God as well as find and embrace my purpose. God created each and every one of us with a destiny and purpose. My “shoes” cannot fit you and yours cannot fit mine. Maybe our journeys will lead us to the same roads. Maybe we will experience the same trials and triumphs. However, God didn’t create you to be me and He didn’t create me to be you. Let us allow God to transform us and guide us into our destinies, so we can walk in our right shoes.

So, put your shoes on honey;

your journey awaits,PoetrybookTannika Moore

 

 

 

 

 

Tannika Moore