Today...

Today is the first day of the Rise Up phenomenon that is sweeping the city of Ottawa Ontario, the nation's capital. If you didn't know now you know. We will be hosting the one and only Dalon Collins. He's from Kirk Franklin and the Family. The concert that will take Ottawa by storm is happening on Saturday, March 31 at the Bronson Center at 7 pm.
It's crazy, because the Greater Ottawa Mass Choir will be singing along with him. And one of the song that we will be ministering is a song I always wanted to sing but never got a chance to. So I consider it a blessing that we are able to gather together and minister to host him in our city.
But just every Godly event, there's always the last minute details that seems to take precedence over all. We want a good turn out, but like always there are the maybes. The maybes always come when you know the city knows about you but you're not too sure. Especially you have your own stuff to work through. But God is faithful.
If you want to know more about this event please visit www.biblewaymin.com or call (613) 820-5558. It'd be a shame for you to miss it.

Sea of Bittersweet Fairytales

I never could remember the way he smelled until I'd hear him laugh over the phone. He had this air about him, that he was carefree. He knew he was the center of my universe. I'd remind him everyday. I'd die for him, given the chance. He had me in the palm of his hands. But he loved me oh so much. The way he danced to the rhythm of my heartbeat. With intimacy would sing me the most wonderful lyrics. Creatively enticed to an enchanted forest and led me to believe that I was asleep before I met him. He could awaken every emotion in my being with one look. He mastered his way into soul and like a bacteria he took control. But he was a good bacteria, the kind you can't live without. His body sculpted by God himself, and no woman or man could deny that fact. But I loved it; everytime they wondered how I got him on lock down, why it was I was his universe and not them, everytime they looked at me with disgust unknowingly, because I had the prize they'd been searching for. Oh it was heaven...no, no it wasn't. Was better? Maybe.
He looked at me with his eyes, shining at me like a pearl in clamp. His lips quivering at the sound of my name. Striving to pronounce he knows he would never be able to say...again. He looked around searching for my hand, bewildered at the sight of my hand. With despair he coughed blood. The scarlet liquid, so beautiful as it came out of his mouth. Like a liquid rose drained from it's thorn. The double-edged dagger forced at his backside, was the link from me to him. But I returned him the favour.
Don't get me wrong I loved him and I know he loved me. I was his everything. But I couldn't stand her undressing my man with her pale-skin hands. She knew he was mine. She mangled with his mind and led him to believe some psycho but I wasn't. I drowned myself in his love knowing that he'd revive me. But no, instead he shot me with the arrow of betrayal. But I didn't get mad, I got even.
Once I got even, his lips curved into a smile, his eyelids fell and he whispered the words I've been waiting my life to hear, I love you.
Like a rose withering away, my heart went from bloody red to deathly black, I knew then I woke up into the sea of bittersweet fairytales.