Something Indelible

First things first, blogging is pretty rad even though this is my second one here. (Not ever, and yes I just said rad.) So much has changed throughout the years. So much with the advancement of technology and as people's knowledge increase. Much good has come forth as well as much evil. With all that has advanced, there is one thing I know which has remained the same. What is it, one might ask. The heart of man. It is pretty evident as we look at people in pop culture, public figures, even closer ourselves. 

Today I write because of a deep desire to do something great in the earth. Or leave a mark "as they say". (I still don’t know who "they" are but who cares right now) I write because of this desire I have had for a while now within and it is to do something that will last, "something indelible". (I provided you with a simple definition of indelible to better understand)
   

indelible [ɪnˈdɛlɪb^əl]

adj

1. incapable of being erased or obliterated

2. making indelible marks indelible ink

 indelible

adjective permanent, lasting, enduring, ingrained, indestructible, ineradicable, ineffaceable, inexpungible, inextirpable My visit to India left an indelible impression on me.

Throughout the years I know that this desire has resided deep in man to do something great/to be great and this too I share. Now, I don’t say this at all with an "Alexander The Great" overtone. I say it understanding that I need God to build and steady me as I posture myself to serve in such a manner that He sees as great. I also say it postured in a way that says I desire to do something uniquely significant in the earth through my gifting, abilities, and life that will be impactful. This can be great in my own eyes or even small yet I ultimately want it to please God's heart and be great to Him as I live out this desire.

I write and know many share this desire yet feel they need a certain level of influence or platform to do such a thing. And I respond with a "not so" mentality. As I have written this today, I can look at this blog and its limitations. I can also say it is poor because of its improper grammar, word usage, or weak arrangement of sarcasm/humor. (yikes) Or, I can thank God for this "small opportunity" ,which is at my finger tips, that I can use to inspire and maybe leave an indelible mark in someone who could read this and potentially impact millions. You or I will never know. And so I am thankful for this opportunity today to be able to do something which can last. Something indelible. Even if it is to simply write a blog.

Time

Dear time I need a hand cuz its too much to bear, all within a moment a moment of despair, you see my name is Scarlet, Scarlet and I’m scared, this is my song rather my prayer, and this is the first time I’m putting words to tears and I haven’t stopped writing since I sat in this chair, its just that I’m sixteen and I don’t know how I got here, with a baby on the way and did I say that I’m scared, all alone and abandoned I was left by my baby’s daddy, all I remember is his smirk as he was waving at me, saying goodbye and it hurt as he changed to laughing, hearing his words and their weight as they came crashing upon me, my little world to fall apart, destroyed by the one to whom I fully gave my heart, you know he said he had a gift before he left I couldn’t wait, he smirked and from his lips, I gave you HIV… Aids…goodbye…

Dear time its me again this is too much to bear, all in a moment a moment of despair, Scarlet a harlot I’ve been called many words but when death calls your name like Cain you feel the curse, and even worse said he loved me so I gave him my world, in return for disease and grief a little girl, inside but why me he used to be such an angel, he told me he was sick but never knew this fatal, most painful of all the wickedness that he carried, deceived me to believe he was wanting getting married, Daddy warned me and Mommy said no, said looking in his eyes you could see his dark soul, and so the story goes and so it unfolds I’m feeling all alone and you’re the only one who knows, and how to break the news to my parents I don’t know, because its breaking me time I need you ever so…

Dear Scarlet this is time I heard you as you cried, seen you ink these words a thousand deaths you’ve died, I’ve seen many things as long as I have been alive, I’ve seen the good and bad and even worse the compromise, from wickedness deceit pain happiness and pleasure, the skillfulness of man but understand I’m too clever to be captured on your wrists by the ticks they say I’m measured, yet I am so much more than what your time piece endeavors, I’m the terror through the years and the peace through your streets, I came before Adam and still after you decease, I’ve seen many faces many places and each, lost hopelessly yet for a face in the East, who lived a perfect life and then I seen him crucified, He’s the hope you’ve searched for who’s bones they couldn’t find, though your sins be red as scarlet find forgiveness in his eyes, I’ve seen many men wither but he stood the test of time…