HELLO lovely souls <3
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The Empress's Mother.
Artistic, wisdom & TRUTH seeking soul.
Masterpiece in the making.
God is my strength & defense;my salvation.

I paint pictures with my words.
I document every moment of life in any way, shape or form.
Read me, get to know me.
[yes, reblogging is allowed ^_^
Just DO NOT remove writing or source ]
Favorite sight. Sigh. I love listening to her speak and telling me stories as she expresses herself. Sometimes she talks non stop and though I sometimes get lost in her eyes as I stare,  I try not to because I don&#8217;t want to make her feel as if I was not paying attention.  

Capturing candid moments of her is my pastime. Catching her during her most natural state that not many have ever gotten to see in person makes me feel privileged. 

I love that she&#8217;s as random and loving as I am and randomly stops me to hug on me during our walks.  So appreciated, cared for, and loved she makes me feel. I&#8217;ve always felt the kind of love I naturally give is a bit overbearing for most, but not for HER. Whew.  I never feel as though she&#8217;ll feel smothered by me because she smothers me ALL the time. I absolutely love it.  There&#8217;s no doubt we are hand crafted specifically for each other.  

When she was a new born baby I used to wonder about our future and wondered if she would randomly tell me how much she loved me or missed me as she ran  to kiss and hug me after I picked her up from school&#8230;  now, I no longer have to wonder for that&#8217;s exactly what she does! When she looks me in the eyes and smiles as she embraces me I kid you all not I want to cry every single time. 

Her eyes are the focus to my vision and purpose because every time I look into them my mind does not stop racing. Oh does she drive me! You&#8217;d think she was NASCAR driver.  

She&#8217;s gotten used to the look in my eyes by now and already knows when she&#8217;s melting me.  She asks, &#8220;You missed me or something?&#8221; as she giggles. I giggle back and tell her how much God loves her and how much I love &amp; appreciate her.  This happens every single day &amp; well I&#8217;m well aware I&#8217;ll never be able to thank God enough for granting me the opportunity to be a mother to his precious child; but I will continue trying to express my gratitude until my very last breath here on Earth and continue on forevermore.
The way the sun kissed on me while I lied at the park trying to relax my mind from all the emotions arising was simply lovely and served as an awesome filter even while highlighting my blemishes.

Life is about to change completely, once again. Just like it did back in 2011 when I packed up two suitcases with a four month old baby on my hip and moved across the country not knowing anyone out in the East Coast.  

I&#8217;m ready.  I do not lean on my understanding and am a child of The Most High so I fear not.  

23 more days&#8230;God willing. 

22 nights from tonight I will be staying up all night as I prepare &amp; wait up for 6 a.m. to head to the airport. A new journey awaits and I feel honored to have God&#8217;s trust to fulfill this journey.  

Prayers are appreciated and always welcomed.   Restoration awaits.  

Found this top while thrifting a few days ago for $1.  I&#8217;m so in love how versatile she is. We&#8217;ve never been the kind to spend tons on our wardrobe.  Clothes don&#8217;t mean much to us because someone with style can even make a trash bag look fly. &#8220;Her worth is not determined by the price of her clothes.
She once weighed 6 lbs&#8230; I only blinked a few times and look at her now.  #GodsMasterpiece
Empress Amahra Moonlight&#8230;such a blessing from above you are. Sigh.
Warrior&#8230;                                          Her idea ^
Sometimes she wants to cuddle non stop, other times she wants to dance while we listen to worship&#8230;but, today she asked to have her hair done and asked for headshots.  (Ok so maybe she didn&#8217;t use the word headshots but she did ask for pictures ^_^ ) her spirit lifts me from darkness into light.  

As a younger girl I never really looked forward to motherhood because my relationship with my own mother was not something I ever wanted to experience for a second time&#8230;how humbled I feel to have the opportunity to experience this type of motherhood with her.  I&#8217;m sure it is not the simple act of motherhood that brings such joy to my life but rather the act of being HER mother.  #blessed #thankful
Dear Empress, 

Sweet daughter&#8230;sweet daughter of mine. I&#8217;m so eternally grateful &amp; thankful for the generous &amp; kind heart, appreciative spirit, graceful humor, and individual creative mind God gave you. 

I more than love you, forever more.  

My lense on Muse @_letitbeknown

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.