A great woman of God once said to me that when we choose Jesus we loose our right to be offended. This was a concept I had never heard before. It entered my ears with a loud bang because my brain never had to decode anything like this before. I rustled with it for some time. It was always at the back of my thought pattern . As life would happen, this thought would represent itself .
I was finding myself in a weird place.( I felt like i was floating.) I had found a place that released me from the pressure of worrying about what other people think. It never was that big of a deal, what other people think. I lived my life boldly whether it was good or bad.( I live out loud. I was just created that way. )The problem would arise when all of sudden when what someone thought was a negative one. Then i would find myself in whirlwinds of negative .
So the joy of the Lord is hard to find when we allow ourselves to become offended. Granted there will be times when someone will challenge your choice and give you a lap full of temptation. Let me share a personal experience. ~ i was at church and our pastor was very popular. He has a FB page that is constantly functioning at a high level. I often times comment or like his stuff. He is an awesome pastor and his energy is very contagious. One time on a Wed. night several men from the church were standing around right in front of me as I sat there waiting for class to start. The men were speaking of pastor's most recent fb page. They brought up my comment. One of the men proceeded to say some really mean things about me , not knowing who i was or the fact that i was sitting right there listening. My instant reaction was to be offended, very offended. Then God reminded me of the seed . I had been practicing being un offended and the familiarity of it all kicked in at the perfect time as i stood up and boldly said with cheer,, oh you know that was my comment.Needless to say the look on the man's face is something i will never forget. Hopefully he has learned that it is probably best not to rip people apart for things they see on fb because , well you know.
It is power to be able to over look people's flaws. As human's we focus on each other way too much. On so many levels we try to categorize and define one another. We wear pride as our armor and judge those who lay pride down. We criticize those who are up doing and trying because we secretly want to be them. We place judgment on those who live outside the boundaries of what we find acceptable. We get offended at the culture of the people who flock to our country. We get offended by the beliefs of some when it comes to morals. The list can go on and on of the things we as people get offended over. Once you can be honest about who you are it is easy to let go of the judgment against others for who they are. We all have struggles. We all fall short.
Victory is more than just accomplishments. Sometimes your trophy is not presented to you on a stage in front of your peers. Sometimes your trophy can be your ability to lay down at night with a peaceful mind, body and soul. Your trophy is your ability to sleep, good sleep. Walking offended will mess up your sleep.
As kingdom builders walking offended cancels your promise to do the impossible. It will literally stop you in your tracks. The poison of it all will spew over into everything. It is deadly to the kingdom and honored in politics. The world creates laws to accommodate the offended.
It is power to look at someone and listen to their comments that naturally would have offended you, and think " this ain't about me , this is about them and where they are with the Lord".
Until we finally 100% stand in agreement with who Jesus says we are , these are just words.. but when the revelation comes these words will be like finding riches.
Walking offended is processed life, like processed meat. Choosing Jesus and laying down your choice to be offended is organic and brings life.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
A Woman Is...
My favorite thing about Jesus is how he addresses the women he is speaking too as woman. In my heart I receive that as if he is acknowledging his creation before our individuality and to me that is fascinating because he only does it to women . Our ability to reach beyond ourselves is equal in the fact that naturally it represents itself as giving birth to a baby. It is identical in all ways when it comes to level of giving oneself , whether it is familiar or not. This is the dna of a woman.
It is not an easy thing to wake up one day and realize that this day is not about you. From the moment you wake up and until you lay down things are about people in your life, in your world. I strive for it. I must give of myself to honor and show appreciation for what the Lord has given me. So little by little I commit , I give, I give , I give. That extra little step all day long for my immediate family , husband and kids. Outside family I am trying to establish good memories. Friends, I love them honestly. Strangers are the ones I am probably most nice too because I only have a moment to deposit into their life what is overflowing at the moment of our divine conception.
Sometimes I get mad. I get so tired. The same routine over and over again. Nothing stimulating in my immediate environment because instead of those whom I try to minister to the most through love and dedication are not interacting with me.. they are living suitably and easily because I have done their work. I have become a car in the drive way instead of a woman in their day. I get frustrated. I want to quit. I say alot of bad words and sometimes find myself stealing a candy bar. The rebellion over comes me and I lash out. I don't want to be used!
My Jesus tank is empty. If I have ever needed a moment of worship , it is now. Woman , is how I by faith, choose to see myself. I imagine in my head my Jesus asking "Woman, are you of little faith ?" and I say " No , I am not my Lord. "
These moments of realizing it is not about me first send me into a rage and the outcome of the rage is my acknowledgment (me screaming it from every point of view I have) Jesus I need you. I am empty . Fill me again of your Spirit. Let the river flow . Flow to me My lord. Without you I will go mad in routines of constant giving. I must be in your mix to be digested so intensely. I love to be overflowing but without your presence I am empty. You inhabit it the praises of your people. My heart wants to praise you and worship you. To come into a place where my tears can flow and no one has to pay a price for it. I need not to lash out.. I need to lift hands ! My Lord , My Lord.. I am her. Woman. I can give beyond more than received because I don't need them. I need you. Jesus , bring me to my knees .
I have found a church that I am ready to call my own. Freedom life had us spoiled with the Saturday night services. The church likes starts at 9;30 on a Sunday. Tony and Jade are not morning people but yes they will be this Sunday.. Lol.
This was a random moment of expression because honestly this is a personal record of an intimate moment in a woman's life. Read it and hear more than a story. Hear a heart .
It is not an easy thing to wake up one day and realize that this day is not about you. From the moment you wake up and until you lay down things are about people in your life, in your world. I strive for it. I must give of myself to honor and show appreciation for what the Lord has given me. So little by little I commit , I give, I give , I give. That extra little step all day long for my immediate family , husband and kids. Outside family I am trying to establish good memories. Friends, I love them honestly. Strangers are the ones I am probably most nice too because I only have a moment to deposit into their life what is overflowing at the moment of our divine conception.
Sometimes I get mad. I get so tired. The same routine over and over again. Nothing stimulating in my immediate environment because instead of those whom I try to minister to the most through love and dedication are not interacting with me.. they are living suitably and easily because I have done their work. I have become a car in the drive way instead of a woman in their day. I get frustrated. I want to quit. I say alot of bad words and sometimes find myself stealing a candy bar. The rebellion over comes me and I lash out. I don't want to be used!
My Jesus tank is empty. If I have ever needed a moment of worship , it is now. Woman , is how I by faith, choose to see myself. I imagine in my head my Jesus asking "Woman, are you of little faith ?" and I say " No , I am not my Lord. "
These moments of realizing it is not about me first send me into a rage and the outcome of the rage is my acknowledgment (me screaming it from every point of view I have) Jesus I need you. I am empty . Fill me again of your Spirit. Let the river flow . Flow to me My lord. Without you I will go mad in routines of constant giving. I must be in your mix to be digested so intensely. I love to be overflowing but without your presence I am empty. You inhabit it the praises of your people. My heart wants to praise you and worship you. To come into a place where my tears can flow and no one has to pay a price for it. I need not to lash out.. I need to lift hands ! My Lord , My Lord.. I am her. Woman. I can give beyond more than received because I don't need them. I need you. Jesus , bring me to my knees .
I have found a church that I am ready to call my own. Freedom life had us spoiled with the Saturday night services. The church likes starts at 9;30 on a Sunday. Tony and Jade are not morning people but yes they will be this Sunday.. Lol.
This was a random moment of expression because honestly this is a personal record of an intimate moment in a woman's life. Read it and hear more than a story. Hear a heart .
Thursday, November 20, 2014
I Walked And Found A Tree
When the trees are without their leaves it makes me think of me ~
Branches reaching high to the sky but not really knowing why
The trunk of their foundation has given the dna to grow
did the branches ever wonder why the trunk stop talking at go
Was the trunk supposed to help the branches find their way
or is it we have babies and then let them be on their way without a word to say
The trees changed in a season and now they are full of many reasons
The leaves gather and remain , creating joyful noise that keeps a reign
So much love now, does the empty branch even still care
The past of empty trees was like the past of a victim me
But now, now there are so many leaves
The grace of God has embraced me
like the leaves have the branch
The world has been altered by my very own eyes
i am finding beauty in things once despised
The little dog barks and runs after me
but i feel no flee in me
I am not scared or upset by it's bark
with it's brave little heart
People are the same,
I don't care if you speak my name
You can't hurt me even though you throw your words
My reputation is that of a big girls
I am redeemed and value the call
What now is left for the branch to experience
It has become a routine , the same in and out
with and without
leaves and green
is it over or did it fall
Higher and higher they reach for Him
In all directions the branch goes up and up to the sky
Is that Glory of the branches story
The bareness and the cold
the spring and its life's load
the fall when it does just that
*SNAP* Here we go right back ~
I was bare, yes and very alone
rawness eating at my bone
almost cracking isn't the fame
Redemption after hearing his Name
where it all began to change
and my seasons began their gain
the glory in my story
I keep reaching higher and closer to my God
and He is there being the trunk to my branches
His DNA showing me my way
In life you can find yourself in the things you do
I walked in nature and found myself in a tree
This tree has become me and I it
Never again to be alone
All I need is some land to roam
I will be within my place
Where God is filling the entire space
I Walked and Found a Tree.
Branches reaching high to the sky but not really knowing why
The trunk of their foundation has given the dna to grow
did the branches ever wonder why the trunk stop talking at go
Was the trunk supposed to help the branches find their way
or is it we have babies and then let them be on their way without a word to say
The trees changed in a season and now they are full of many reasons
The leaves gather and remain , creating joyful noise that keeps a reign
So much love now, does the empty branch even still care
The past of empty trees was like the past of a victim me
But now, now there are so many leaves
The grace of God has embraced me
like the leaves have the branch
The world has been altered by my very own eyes
i am finding beauty in things once despised
The little dog barks and runs after me
but i feel no flee in me
I am not scared or upset by it's bark
with it's brave little heart
People are the same,
I don't care if you speak my name
You can't hurt me even though you throw your words
My reputation is that of a big girls
I am redeemed and value the call
What now is left for the branch to experience
It has become a routine , the same in and out
with and without
leaves and green
is it over or did it fall
Higher and higher they reach for Him
In all directions the branch goes up and up to the sky
Is that Glory of the branches story
The bareness and the cold
the spring and its life's load
the fall when it does just that
*SNAP* Here we go right back ~
I was bare, yes and very alone
rawness eating at my bone
almost cracking isn't the fame
Redemption after hearing his Name
where it all began to change
and my seasons began their gain
the glory in my story
I keep reaching higher and closer to my God
and He is there being the trunk to my branches
His DNA showing me my way
In life you can find yourself in the things you do
I walked in nature and found myself in a tree
This tree has become me and I it
Never again to be alone
All I need is some land to roam
I will be within my place
Where God is filling the entire space
I Walked and Found a Tree.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
The Worst Choice Ever Made
The ultimate question for all humanity to face is if there is a God . Who is he , what does he want? What is going to happen to us ? Are you going to die and just be gone or is eternity a place of life and consciousness? I answered those questions in my own life through my faith in Jesus Christ. I believe in what Jesus says. It is not hard to see the evidence in my life that God has embraced me. I chose all the wrong things growing up. I suffered many traumas and life altering experiences at an early age. It seemed as though it was one thing after another. Text book behavior of someone lost, afraid, alone, and confused. My worst enemy at that time in my life was my age. My young years worked against me only because I didn't have the mature support of an adult. I was a heavy drug user for 20 years. I was a criminal on purpose. Yet here I am today transformed and still moving forward in my life. But it is the God in my story that makes it easy to recognize who he is. I didn't do anything to deserve all of my second chances except get so tired of me that I gave it all up to him. All I did was give up on the world and run to Jesus. That moment was my beginning. Since then I my life has been re purposed and redeemed. Transformed and renewed.I can only praise and testify to His Goodness because surely I am living in it.
I have a man in my life that is a distant lover from my past. He is someone special to me even though we have not been a couple for over 20 years. He knew me in those young ripe years of total chaos. He was handsome and had it all together. He was a sharp dresser and kept his car clean and always smelling good. He was cute and had alot of money. Woman flocked to him because he seemed to have it all. He rejected my love back then and threw me away because he was a dealer and I was a user. Guess the two don't mix. Years went by and I always kept in touch with him. Our friendship never really died. We stayed in touch and when I became a Christian I started posting on FB about my faith, He reached out to me and we shared many in depth conversations about God and Heaven and Hell. He laughed at me and said that I was being foolish to believe everything the bible and the church teach. He regarded to my FB post as something I should be embarrassed about. I in return considered him to be the foolish one. As time has passed I recently found out that he has had a mental break down. He has lost his mind in the sense that He is suffering sever paranoia , sleep deprivation , and hallucinations. Now he has never been one to use drugs and this is still true. He has taken on belief in aliens living among us and now he is being sniffed by them through people's eyes. I can't express how much my heart broke for him. I ached in my soul for many days whens i just started to pray for him. I feel as if his down fall is the exact same type of evidence I have in my story. The choice to reject Jesus and his gospel was the worst choice that he ever made. It cost him his mind. I believe in all my heart and soul that if he would of accepted Grace he wouldn't have to fight the temptation to loose his mind alone. He would have the power of scripture to back him up. Our worst consequences don't always come from what we choose, sometimes it comes from what we neglect to choose. As Christians we can see the suffering of those whom run from the Truth. We should be the softest place for a sinner to land if we truly believe in what we say. I have been forgiven of so much that I feel like a jerk for trying to throw my judgment on someone else. I want to embrace those whom suffer. Why do we choose to hate them instead of embracing them. When it is obvious they have made the worse choice ever , shouldn't their suffering be the only judgment they encounter? Isn't that the only judgment in the place of being right? They cannot deny their own experience. Let your voice be still and your arms be strong. Let's love the crazy, the broken and the lost right into the Arms of Jesus.
Update on my friend. He has recently expressed a new belief that God is real. He said that when he decided to accept God being real the aliens that had been living inside of him left and he is able to sleep. I give glory to God because of prayer. He answerers prayer. Prayer is an awesome form of love.
I have a man in my life that is a distant lover from my past. He is someone special to me even though we have not been a couple for over 20 years. He knew me in those young ripe years of total chaos. He was handsome and had it all together. He was a sharp dresser and kept his car clean and always smelling good. He was cute and had alot of money. Woman flocked to him because he seemed to have it all. He rejected my love back then and threw me away because he was a dealer and I was a user. Guess the two don't mix. Years went by and I always kept in touch with him. Our friendship never really died. We stayed in touch and when I became a Christian I started posting on FB about my faith, He reached out to me and we shared many in depth conversations about God and Heaven and Hell. He laughed at me and said that I was being foolish to believe everything the bible and the church teach. He regarded to my FB post as something I should be embarrassed about. I in return considered him to be the foolish one. As time has passed I recently found out that he has had a mental break down. He has lost his mind in the sense that He is suffering sever paranoia , sleep deprivation , and hallucinations. Now he has never been one to use drugs and this is still true. He has taken on belief in aliens living among us and now he is being sniffed by them through people's eyes. I can't express how much my heart broke for him. I ached in my soul for many days whens i just started to pray for him. I feel as if his down fall is the exact same type of evidence I have in my story. The choice to reject Jesus and his gospel was the worst choice that he ever made. It cost him his mind. I believe in all my heart and soul that if he would of accepted Grace he wouldn't have to fight the temptation to loose his mind alone. He would have the power of scripture to back him up. Our worst consequences don't always come from what we choose, sometimes it comes from what we neglect to choose. As Christians we can see the suffering of those whom run from the Truth. We should be the softest place for a sinner to land if we truly believe in what we say. I have been forgiven of so much that I feel like a jerk for trying to throw my judgment on someone else. I want to embrace those whom suffer. Why do we choose to hate them instead of embracing them. When it is obvious they have made the worse choice ever , shouldn't their suffering be the only judgment they encounter? Isn't that the only judgment in the place of being right? They cannot deny their own experience. Let your voice be still and your arms be strong. Let's love the crazy, the broken and the lost right into the Arms of Jesus.
Update on my friend. He has recently expressed a new belief that God is real. He said that when he decided to accept God being real the aliens that had been living inside of him left and he is able to sleep. I give glory to God because of prayer. He answerers prayer. Prayer is an awesome form of love.
Friday, September 5, 2014
Her Clothes Made Me Want to Hide
I recently moved to Carlisle, PA. We moved into a town home community right across the street from the War College. First thing that I noticed about my new neighborhood is that there are many cultures living in one community. Most of the people living here are temporary residents as their spouse attends the war college. I have met people from Thailand, India, Bosnia, and I have noticed we have a high number of Muslims. For me to walk to the school bus stop and witness women covered in their black dresses and head wraps was a little uncomfortable. I instantly wanted to throw out the name of Jesus in their face as if I were to punish them. I have always believed that where ever I am is where God wants me to be and that I don't end up in places by accident. I love to testify to the goodness of my Lord. He has been my night and shining armor since the days I was alone ,beaten and used. It has been a long time since those days but I will never forget what His Grace saved me from and how he has restored my life. Hearing of the persecution of Christians by the Islam's Extremist ISIS has tainted my thoughts and my actions towards these women at the same bus stop as me. I cried out to my Lord in my heart with the most honest cries ever. I am terrified of living next to people whom believe in someone other than my Lord. Jesus is the truth and the living son of God. Jesus is the only who can save. Why would you send me here Lord? Why?
Last night I curled up in my bed early evening abandoning all my duties as a Mother, thankfully my husband recognized something going on in me and stepped up to the plate and made dinner and took my daughter to her gym class. I didn't tell anyone the thoughts that were pounding inside of my head. I was simply living in a moment of great fear and confusion as I allowed my imagination to run to places that were not my reality. All I could say to myself and to Jesus is that I don't want to be here .
I woke up refreshed and found myself with a new perspective. The Lord revealed to me that my calling here is kindness and joy. As I walked my kids to the bus stop this morning I was a little shaken when the woman wearing traditional Muslim attired walked out her door and made her way towards the same bus stop. As my heart wanted to again fill up with hatred and fear the Spirit of the Living God rose up in me and I looked her way and smiled saying good morning. She was startled. She returned my smile and said good morning . As the kids left the two of us stood side by side. I allowed the joy of the Lord to be my choice of attitude and I introduced myself and shared conversation. She is a very nice woman by the name of Hooda. She has only been hear two months and has not made many friends. She spends her day alone in the home all day while her husband attends the War College on The Carlisle Barracks. She was radiant as I allowed myself to be kind and joyful almost as if she was shedding the same hatred and fear as I was. I am not sure of God's plan but I do know this, he didn't send me here to be afraid or to hate. If I am to share my testimony of his goodness I am to do so by being kind and a living example of the Joy he can place into one's heart and life. It's hard to say if Hooda and I will become good friends or not but if we do I will consider it a blessing. I look forward to the many new experiences God has in store for me here. I am not a new believer. I have been walking with the Lord for almost 10 years now and he has shown me things that are supernatural and only of Him. I will have faith as I live out my days here in this community. In Jesus Name may the light of his love shine through me.
Last night I curled up in my bed early evening abandoning all my duties as a Mother, thankfully my husband recognized something going on in me and stepped up to the plate and made dinner and took my daughter to her gym class. I didn't tell anyone the thoughts that were pounding inside of my head. I was simply living in a moment of great fear and confusion as I allowed my imagination to run to places that were not my reality. All I could say to myself and to Jesus is that I don't want to be here .
I woke up refreshed and found myself with a new perspective. The Lord revealed to me that my calling here is kindness and joy. As I walked my kids to the bus stop this morning I was a little shaken when the woman wearing traditional Muslim attired walked out her door and made her way towards the same bus stop. As my heart wanted to again fill up with hatred and fear the Spirit of the Living God rose up in me and I looked her way and smiled saying good morning. She was startled. She returned my smile and said good morning . As the kids left the two of us stood side by side. I allowed the joy of the Lord to be my choice of attitude and I introduced myself and shared conversation. She is a very nice woman by the name of Hooda. She has only been hear two months and has not made many friends. She spends her day alone in the home all day while her husband attends the War College on The Carlisle Barracks. She was radiant as I allowed myself to be kind and joyful almost as if she was shedding the same hatred and fear as I was. I am not sure of God's plan but I do know this, he didn't send me here to be afraid or to hate. If I am to share my testimony of his goodness I am to do so by being kind and a living example of the Joy he can place into one's heart and life. It's hard to say if Hooda and I will become good friends or not but if we do I will consider it a blessing. I look forward to the many new experiences God has in store for me here. I am not a new believer. I have been walking with the Lord for almost 10 years now and he has shown me things that are supernatural and only of Him. I will have faith as I live out my days here in this community. In Jesus Name may the light of his love shine through me.
Friday, August 8, 2014
Fireworks Brought Me New Perspective
I have loved living in Hampton , Va for the past 4 years. I have enjoyed the pleasure of being a season pass holder at Busch Gardens and Water Country USA. I recently cancelled my membership due to our up coming move to Carlisle, PA. Last night Jade and her friend Harmony decided to tag along to my one last trip to Busch Gardens. I love the roller coasters. The excitement of it all. I get scared every time I get on one and I am on the edge the whole time. I love it . It keeps me young.
Every summer Busch Gardens does a really big and amazing firework show. We wanted to see it. If you are on the wrong side of the park you will not be able to see the fireworks due to the very tall trees. We were on the wrong side of the park 10 mins till the start. We were walking so fast almost jogging pass people , weaving in and out of folks. We made it to the front for perfect view just in time. The display of sparkly fire in the darkened sky is so beautiful. The sounds they make are so loud. The booms and the pops of the fireworks itself is an experience. I was lost in childhood fantasy all over again looking at those beautiful shapes in the sky, until I realized one thing.
There are people somewhere in this world right now at this very moment running pass the crowd. They are not running too anything though they are running away. Right now at this moment there are people whom hear the big bags and booms but it is not because of fireworks it is because of war. How similar my story is to theirs but mine is in different realm of existence. America the Land of the Free. I was so humbled and fell deeper into appreciation for my country. I thanked Jesus for our freedom and I prayed for peace in the world. My life is not perfect. I try to always keep a fresh perspective or else I could find so many reasons to dislike it. I don't have everything I want but then again I don't even know if I know what I want. I am thankful for what I have and after last night , being ministered to by a majesty of fireworks I am with a fresh new touch of feeling blessed and highly favored. I must always allow him to show me things over and over again in a new way. I am living my life the best I know how and Jesus is my friend. I will pray for those who can't say they are living their lives because in their reality they are trying to survive their life. Pray !
Every summer Busch Gardens does a really big and amazing firework show. We wanted to see it. If you are on the wrong side of the park you will not be able to see the fireworks due to the very tall trees. We were on the wrong side of the park 10 mins till the start. We were walking so fast almost jogging pass people , weaving in and out of folks. We made it to the front for perfect view just in time. The display of sparkly fire in the darkened sky is so beautiful. The sounds they make are so loud. The booms and the pops of the fireworks itself is an experience. I was lost in childhood fantasy all over again looking at those beautiful shapes in the sky, until I realized one thing.
There are people somewhere in this world right now at this very moment running pass the crowd. They are not running too anything though they are running away. Right now at this moment there are people whom hear the big bags and booms but it is not because of fireworks it is because of war. How similar my story is to theirs but mine is in different realm of existence. America the Land of the Free. I was so humbled and fell deeper into appreciation for my country. I thanked Jesus for our freedom and I prayed for peace in the world. My life is not perfect. I try to always keep a fresh perspective or else I could find so many reasons to dislike it. I don't have everything I want but then again I don't even know if I know what I want. I am thankful for what I have and after last night , being ministered to by a majesty of fireworks I am with a fresh new touch of feeling blessed and highly favored. I must always allow him to show me things over and over again in a new way. I am living my life the best I know how and Jesus is my friend. I will pray for those who can't say they are living their lives because in their reality they are trying to survive their life. Pray !
Sunday, August 3, 2014
It's not about you.
It's not about me ? What ? Why ? I remember going through all of that ! God is good and when he brought me into His Arms through His grace I fell incredibly hard into a incredibly soft place. His love allowed me to bare bleeding wounds at the time of my true salvation. I bled for awhile. I was so full of shame the first church I came to I wrote a letter to the pastor and told him who I was and if I could get his permission to come to service. Truly God led me to that particular church because I was greeted with the Love of Jesus. I survived off of their faith for my life. The amount of love he showered on me was gracious, I deserved none of it. The way I had lived my life prior to coming home to faith was evil. I was doing bad and I was bad yet the love of God found me and brushed me off and then treated me like a beloved child . He will do that. He will kiss all scrapes and bruises. He will stop the bleeding of deep cuts. He will restore and renew you to a place of wholeness.
Life was going good. My life had been restored. I met my husband and was pregnant with my son. The ladies at church were having a get together. One of the older ladies came to me and said it was important that I come. As soon as we were all gathered eating delicious little finger foods and drinking punch a lady walked up to me and told me God had asked her to give me something. I was excited. What is it ? She handed me a book. The book is called It's Not About Me by Max Lucado . I was a little shocked.
I could feel the spirit speaking to me on the inside telling me that my wounds had been healed and I had experienced love for the first time but it was time for me to grow up a little because there is work to do. Jesus wants to work through me to touch the lives of others so that they may encounter the same process by which got me here. I can't explain what a weight was lifted when I came to terms with the knowledge that I don't live for myself , I live for others. I am focused outward where there is a pasture of people whom need the good shepherd. As we all may know God brings us to that place so that we can be effective in his kingdom. God needs us to be strong and go for it. No holding back ! We all try really hard at a lot of things. We try hard at finding love, having a tiny body , keeping up with latest fashion. It would be pleasing to the Lord if we all would try hard at letting go of ourselves and focus on Him. God is a God of perfect timing. He is in the business of always showing up just at the right time. Don't chase something that hasn't come to you. It's is not about you . Maybe what is to be is still in the ingredient stage and the time is not right. It is not about us but what can be done through us. Love is a choice. Jesus chose to love us and that wasn't even about us. Jesus loving us is about Him. His Goodness , His Gracious Love and Merciful Heart. We are his reward. He valued us as His Prize, His Bride. I am so thankful that his love is not based on me or else it might be contained to small levels of dirty sloppy chaos. His Love is so good we can feel confident that living in a place where we are not focused on ourselves is a place that is healthy and organic. Life is meant to be lived organically. Jesus is the original organic. One of the most frustrating things about a relationship that is in trouble is that one or more of the persons are looking through the glass eye of only seeing themselves. The What about me syndrome is a friendship killer, family destroyer. When we are offended it is most often because we are in that place of what about me. Let it go. You will be okay. Jesus will show up and bring to you all that is planned. It is not about us. Encourage yourselves in the wisdom that you are loved and adored. You are perfectly loved the way you are right now and it is okay to say it's not about me.
Life was going good. My life had been restored. I met my husband and was pregnant with my son. The ladies at church were having a get together. One of the older ladies came to me and said it was important that I come. As soon as we were all gathered eating delicious little finger foods and drinking punch a lady walked up to me and told me God had asked her to give me something. I was excited. What is it ? She handed me a book. The book is called It's Not About Me by Max Lucado . I was a little shocked.
I could feel the spirit speaking to me on the inside telling me that my wounds had been healed and I had experienced love for the first time but it was time for me to grow up a little because there is work to do. Jesus wants to work through me to touch the lives of others so that they may encounter the same process by which got me here. I can't explain what a weight was lifted when I came to terms with the knowledge that I don't live for myself , I live for others. I am focused outward where there is a pasture of people whom need the good shepherd. As we all may know God brings us to that place so that we can be effective in his kingdom. God needs us to be strong and go for it. No holding back ! We all try really hard at a lot of things. We try hard at finding love, having a tiny body , keeping up with latest fashion. It would be pleasing to the Lord if we all would try hard at letting go of ourselves and focus on Him. God is a God of perfect timing. He is in the business of always showing up just at the right time. Don't chase something that hasn't come to you. It's is not about you . Maybe what is to be is still in the ingredient stage and the time is not right. It is not about us but what can be done through us. Love is a choice. Jesus chose to love us and that wasn't even about us. Jesus loving us is about Him. His Goodness , His Gracious Love and Merciful Heart. We are his reward. He valued us as His Prize, His Bride. I am so thankful that his love is not based on me or else it might be contained to small levels of dirty sloppy chaos. His Love is so good we can feel confident that living in a place where we are not focused on ourselves is a place that is healthy and organic. Life is meant to be lived organically. Jesus is the original organic. One of the most frustrating things about a relationship that is in trouble is that one or more of the persons are looking through the glass eye of only seeing themselves. The What about me syndrome is a friendship killer, family destroyer. When we are offended it is most often because we are in that place of what about me. Let it go. You will be okay. Jesus will show up and bring to you all that is planned. It is not about us. Encourage yourselves in the wisdom that you are loved and adored. You are perfectly loved the way you are right now and it is okay to say it's not about me.
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