Hear Ye! (Yeshua) In Me

The joy of The Lord IS MY Strength
Title: Strength
Medium: Colored Pencils
Artist: Alicia R. Shipe

Did you hear? Did you see? Do you know? Can you comprehend? How did that happen?

Revelation 3:18 – I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, that the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see.19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent.20 Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me. 21 To him who overcomes I will grant to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne. 22 “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.” ’ ”

The Bible is a living organism. It breathes life into the reader but only with the counsel of Holy Spirit. The depths within the pages are as far and wide as the expanding of Heaven itself.

When Jesus says He leaves the 99 for the One it is more than we have come know this far. He pushes away from the multitude to seek The Will of The Father. His personal compassion keeps Him bound through His trust in the Father’s Love to the purpose for the people of His own accord. He seeks after Himself as God admonished Him. What happens if He doesn’t see Himself at first? Continue reading

Is It A New Day?

Just Me

Yes, I am all woman. Yes, I am African-American. Yes, I am a disciple of Jesus Christ (Yeshua Ha’Meshiach) and Daughter of Jehovah (YHWH). Yes, I am a mother of two bi-racial (by DNA: multi-racial) boys. Yes, I am androgynous looking to the point where I have been asked if I am a boy or a girl  multiple times through my almost 42 years of existence. Yes, I am heterosexual. Yes, I can be loud yet deathly quiet at the same time. Yes, my extended family that raised me and my multitude of Aunts, Uncles, and cousins have different skin tones. Yes, that same extended family has generations of interracial relationships resulting in my family being beautiful in more ways than one. Yes, my language is beyond human to include both dark and light; one cannot exist without the other. Yes, I read the Jewish Bible while gaining understanding. Yes, I read the Greek Bible while gaining knowledge. Yes, I have been diagnosed with a Mental Health Illness. Yes, I stand firm on the right for Cannabis to be legalized recreationally. No, I do not condone murder but have no recourse except to accept it in certain forms because it is a part of our human history. Yes, I support our military Men and Women. Yes, I am a warrior of  magnanimous proportions. Yes, bullying is much more than physical and I know what that is like. Yes, I have had conversations with those close that don’t acknowledge their racist tendencies. Yes, I am prejudice because I have eyeballs that work.


Because I am able to breathe.


Because I am able to stand.


Because the House our top leader resides in every 4-8 years was built by my ancestors.

Dr. King’s dream has not been fulfilled yet. Homelessness still abounds. Housing inequality still exists. Our pre-judgments do not necessarily have to be our final thoughts about a person, group, incident, or situation.

Yes, I am blessed but it does not negate that too many in this “…land of the free and home of the brave…” cannot even get a good meal without some questioning their need to be needy. The need to be beautiful and seen as such shouldn’t be our fight on the frontline. Yes, I judge myself almost daily just to keep myself calm by outward appearances. Beautiful is beautiful. We are in this together. I may not understand another’s lifestyle but that doesn’t mean I won’t stand with them the same as they would stand with me. Abuse crosses color, gender, age, and national barriers. Harassment is harassment regardless of who is on the negative end of the baton or unwanted sexual advancements.

Before you can begin to judge, you must learn and know what it is to be judged by those you thought you could trust. When they say trust no one, it’s not a joke. We will all be judged by our Creator. Make it a shorter line. Judge yourself to come and understand how to judge another by what they hold inside. By the judgments you judge another, you shall be judged.

Death is but the beginning; Life has no end. One spark ignites a whole consuming fire.

-Alicia R. Shipe-


Don’t Fit In

Don’t Fit In

(Tattoo says: Jesus My Savior-Vertical; God Is My Judge-Horizontal)

How do we fit in a place where there is no room? We don’t. The day of this age we can only go where we are needed. Notice I said needed and not wanted. 

Mark 6:1-6 – Then He went out from there and came to His own country, and His disciples followed Him. 2 And when the Sabbath had come, He began to teach in the synagogue. And many hearing Him were astonished, saying, “Where did this Man get these things? And what wisdom is this which is given to Him, that such mighty works are performed by His hands! 3 Is this not the carpenter, the Son of Mary, and brother of James, Joses, Judas, and Simon? And are not His sisters here with us?” So they were offended at Him.

4 But Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his own country, among his own relatives, and in his own house.” 5 Now He could do no mighty work there, except that He laid His hands on a few sick people and healed them. 6 And He marveled because of their unbelief. Then He went about the villages in a circuit, teaching.

As a prophet, this passage speaks volumes to me. Everyone who has come into contact with you will swear to the ends of the earth that they know you. Knowing my name and the God-given gifts placed in me does not make it an automatic that you know me. For those reading this that have that deep guttural feeling of understanding, they don’t know you either. Even when we describe ourselves based on what we believe we think we know of ourselves, it still doesn’t grant a license for another knowing us. Watching a reality show with our fave celebrities doesn’t mean we know those coming through the blue tube. Of course we have more of an insight into those lives we watch. Without deep observation and hand-to-hand/face-to-face contact, how can we know someone? How can we come to know someone if we think we already know them? How can someone grow in the multitude of ways we can mature when others believe they already know the trajectory of one’s destiny?

Those surrounding Jesus in His day-to-day thought they knew Him. Yet they still didn’t know Who He was/is nor Who He was called to be. Even now we still don’t know Who Jesus is. Intimacy through The Father’s Heart into Jesus’ Heart is the only way we can fathom His beginning and grow deeper with, by, for, and through Him. I can emphatically say I AM IN LOVE with Yeshua Ha’MaShiach; Jesus The Messiah through my admiration and love of Holy Spirit by God Almighty’s Soul and Heart. 

My desire is that only They (The Holy Trinity) know me. My will is to not please God but be by His side as well as behind Him and watch/observe Him make His plans through the multitudes of variations of His creations. My purpose is within His will. My heart tends to grow cold because of the lack of knowledge we all possess. I do not wish we could all be prophets but prophetic. Being a prophet is not for the faint of heart which is why I question God often (meaning I ask Him questions often). I am weak yet strong. My hope waxes and wanes like the moon. My faith grows and lingers in bouts of maturity, wisdom, and doubt. I am not ashamed nor am I afraid. What I am is in a type of love that causes a desperate ache with which I have not yet found an outlet. This is the insanity of myself as well as the church.

Ministers exist outside of the rituals of church culture. I am thankful the Lord showed this to me. Jesus’ Ministry was mainly in “the wilderness” where the people maintained because they were outcasted due to not being within the confines of society. 

Who is my audience for this writing? Anyone who has that deep soulish ache that they don’t fit in but can’t stop searching out who they are created to be without focusing on the fears of those who think they know you. This has been a spontaneous occurrence of writing. I can’t tell another to not give up because I have continually given up within and on myself. I can say, especially to those stepping into or being redefined with a prophetic call, that this is not an easy justification. The road less travelled does not mean it has never been walked upon.

Repersonify the person to perceive the power of purpose.

Genuinely a Love to the Lover of our Souls,

Alicia R. Shipe