For the One Who’ll Choose the Fire With Me

Don’t choose me for the calm.

There won’t be much of it.

Don’t choose me for comfort—
Choose me because you saw the storm
and still stepped into it.

I won’t bring you a white-picket fence.
I’ll bring you war cries in the spirit,
late nights chasing Kingdom visions,
and mornings where the only peace
is found on our knees.

I carry oil that leaks through my pores—
but it came with a cost.
And I’ve buried pieces of myself
on the way to purpose.

So don’t love me for the poet.
Love me for the prophet.
For the pressure.
For the prayers I haven’t prayed yet
because the fire hasn’t fallen that hard… yet.

Because where God’s taking me—
it won’t always be safe.
But it will be sacred.

And I don’t need someone to tame me.
I need someone to temple with me.
To make this body a dwelling place.
To turn our home into holy ground.

So if you’re here for peace…
Don’t pick me.

But if you were made for fire—
If your spirit knows how to dance in it
and not just survive it—

Then I’m yours.
And you’re not just a wife.
You’re a witness.
To what happens
when two callings collide
and birth a Kingdom legacy.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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