They said I was brave…But what was the other choice?

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If I Can’t, Baby Girl

I can’t explain it, Baby Girl,
..why the calls get infrequent and it’s weeks with no word.

I can’t soothe it, Baby Girl,
.. you’re longing for father’s touch when you wake from a bad dream.

I can’t comfort you, Baby Girl,
..that you won’t feel lonely when your friends argue with their fathers and the space behind you is empty.

I can’t announce it, Baby Girl,
..when your maiden name changes ink to another gentleman’s and we hope that he’s 25% more than..

I can’t complete it, Baby Girl,
..when he orders your pizza with sausage instead of extra cheese..because he doesn’t know.

I can’t forecast it, Baby Girl,
..that the reality of your statistic is that your success rate is cut in half.

I can’t secure it, Baby Girl,
..that you can’t trust him to be on time for the daddy-daughter picnic, again.

I can’t clean it, Baby Girl,
..to kiss off those tears when you come home with no guidance from a broken heart.

I can’t prevent it, Baby Girl,
..when those lions seduce you and his voice isn’t there to guard your livelihood.

I can’t correct it, Baby Girl,
..because the image of his carelessness is scolding you with blind and disregarded love.

I can’t bring it down, Baby Girl,
..how you adore him and he’s bigger in your heart because he’s not in your every day.

I can’t account it, Baby Girl,
..how his latest minx is now the object of his affection.. and time.

But I will tell you this:
Loneliness and solitude have their own catharsis
And your only release is through God’s channel.
God answers any man’s shortcomings, including your father’s disappointments
Photos of your baby days, Discipline of your teenage years
Will amount to fierce argument of your womanhood.

In all the things I can’t do, Baby Girl, your Heavenly Father has positioned your prayer, experience and character so you can say:

”I CAN”

“For all they did cast in of their abundance but she of her want cast in ALL that she had, even all her living.” Mark 12:44

A Single Woman’s Daily Companion – A Relationship Poem

I have experienced delusions of grandeur. 
I really want to complete things in order. 
I feel, however, that God has isolated me intentionally 

And needs to talk to me in private.

God wants me all to Himself and keeps me in hushed, knowing conversations, 

Subtle, inside jokes and gentle steering of where He requires me to be.

 
He makes me smile,
Reminds me I’m beautiful in the morning
Misses my attention when I’m distracted 

And guards me savagely from harm.

 
God sits with me when I write. 
He plays music while I hum. 
He coaches me while I exercise. 
He whispers confidence when I sleep. 
God prepares my money, structures my career and walks with my children.
 
God likes it when my eyes change color…
…when I work a little faster
…when I read His scripture twice over.
 
God pulls me close to Him when I’m angry
Dusts me off when I’m disappointed
Says my name in every language to talk to me.
 
“Love,” He says, “is right beside you.”
“That emptiness – is not loneliness.
That ache is not solitude.
That challenge is not weakness.
It is a chance for your faith to speak to me, to love, to heal.”
 
“It is I,“He says.
“It is Love. I will never leave you or forsake you. But get to know Me first.”
 
I gave Him my life, my heart and my choices.
He gives me Psalm 46:10, Proverbs 3:5-6, John 3:16, Psalm 71:1, 1 Corinthians 14:33.
 
And He said, “..Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.” Mark 5:34. But before I go, God wants to talk to me privately.