As I sit here in the midst of invoices, I have an urge to speak up. It’s a deep seeded desire to speak up for those who are in the midst of storms in their lives. It’s the need to encourage those who feel like they have no voice. It’s for those who have lost their voices due to daily cries for help. You may be in a storm — the kind where you feel like you only have two choices 1.) let the current from the waves move you to the unknown of your present situation or 2.) sink into the abyss of nothingness – the numb feeling of succumbing to a fate you have tried for so long to avoid but it becomes that menace. You know the parasite that is hard to get rid of.
Where ever you go it seems like problems pursue you. You long for peace from the headache, the heart ache, and the hurt. You long for escape from the broken promises and unmet expectations….from the times you said you would not do it again only to find your self mingled in a toxic cocktail of sin and secrets.
It seems as each year begins, I make decisions to do better, to live better, to be better. My heart and mind are consumed with best practices—you know– the things you “should” be doing. If you are like me, you sit down with pen and paper – Some with the fancy- smancy glitter metallic inks pens while others use a basic No. 2 lead pencil. You devise a plan – be it idealistic or realistic. You are determined to make a change.
BUT I WANT YOU TO STOP
Before we enter 2015 with grandiose plans, let’s take time to look back and evaluate 2014. Read more
Happy New Year! Hope you gals and guys had a wonderful Christmas Season. It’s been over a week since I have taken time to write. While away, my intention was to spend treasured time with family and for so much needed introspection. Both of which were accomplished. The latter went in a direction, I did not expect. More on that later.
Waking early one morning, I unearthed the digital copy of my 2014 goals eager to see what I had accomplished. To my dismay, many of these lofty goals had gone undone. I had plans but failed to complete what I set out to do. I felt a sense of defeat and found myself throwing a mini-pity party where I was the chief celebrant rousing the popular chorus of “Woe is Me.”. In the midst of the ugly face and my pouted lips, God decided to rain on my parade. Read more
So I promised myself that this post was going to be a short one. I would not inundate you with my long prose. I would keep it light and funny. Sorry…Not today!
I find myself sandwiched between the emotion of frustration and deep offense. My generation is badmouth daily by media and elders as being rude, self-centered, and apathetic.
They ridicule us. They scoff at us. They doubt our abilities. They lambaste our naiveté then condemn us to hell. They debate our flighty financial sense and aversion to assets of security. They irk about our consistent moral decay.
When was the last time you mourned? I mean seriously cried over the present state and situation of another human being or people group. In our modern western society, the custom of mourning is foreign and many times misunderstood. Mourning makes us uncomfortable and down-right sad. We do not want to think of the dead nor the dying. It forces us to come face to face without our own mortality. So we become consumed with the notion and business of our own happiness. We neglect the holiness and happiness of others especially if it opposes or even infringes on our life. Read more
It was farther than I meant to go and longer than I meant to stay…
Have you ever found yourself going around in circles? I am not talking about the twirls you do in the middle of the grocery isle while no one else is looking 😉 . I am referring to frustrations you feel when you’re deliberately seeking the end of a task or journey and it seems like no end is in sight. It seems like you constantly end up back to where back where you started. Can I get an Amen if you have been there?…AMEN! I hope I am in good company cause I have been there and done that and here is ONE of my stories: Read more
I live with it. I sleep with it. I eat with it. I work with it. I cuddle and caress it and rarely do I confront it. You know–The enemy within.
The lies created in the septic places of my heart. The lies spewed about me that seem to bombard my mind. Each an intentional gesture whose goal is to distract me, distort truth, and ultimately plan my destruction.
As I take time to reflect on all that I have done and all that I wanted to do, I realize that there are many aspirations to I wanted to accomplish that I talked myself out of. I formulated excuses of every kind and variable to squash the dreams that I had for myself and those I knew God had for me. It went something like this: Read more
Luke, the physician and author, presents his readers with an account of Jesus’ times of prayer in the first of his two-part volume describing the life and ministry of Jesus. In Luke 11, concluding a time of heavenly communion with the Father, Jesus is surrounded by His disciples when one dared to ask, “Teach us to pray (!)”
These men had been in the company of the Messiah, heard Him preach and teach with authority, and witnessed the restorative healing of the sick and righteous dominion over demonic forces. Such power exerted from the Son of God should bare many questions, yet the pertinent request on their minds in the moment was: teach us to pray. Read more
So your weekend may have not been the best and you woke up all in your feelings about certain people and things in and outside of your control and you are about to succumb to these feelings ruining/running your day…This is for you:
I have learned that you cannot live a life that thrives based on fickle emotions. Our emotions must be subjected to truth. David, in Psalm 103, commands his soul to bless the Lord in spite of the situations he was facing at present – failed marriages, adultery, murder on his hands, his own son seeking to kill him, abdication of his throne, raped daughter, a nation in turmoil…Ummm…Let’s just say that he had enough drama for a few seasons of Scandal. Read more
The Photo Challenge of the day is to take a picture that best illustrates bliss. The more I think of it, the more I am convinced that a state of bliss speaks to the spirit and soul of a man or woman. I believe this encapsulates it best:
In the belly of scripture we gain principles, promises and practices for a thriving life. It is here that purpose is revealed —
In the midst of God’s Presence is where I experience true bliss