Don’t Trust Your Feelings

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name
On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

-My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less

Feelings are trash.

Haha. That’s a bit harsh.

But sometimes? They are the worst.

Feelings will have you out here messed up.

God told you to do something. It didn’t go the way you thought it would. You didn’t get the response you thought you would.

Now you’re out here questioning if it was God.

Now you’re out here measuring things against what happened the last time you tried.

Now you’re out here finna give up because you have looked at a spiritual thing through a natural eye.

You is me I is you.

Haha. But no really.

I KNOW I do things that I’m supposed to do.

I legit honestly set myself up for failure.

Why? How?

I have the ability to forget things.

Forget how they hurt me.

Forget how hard it was. I hit some of this in the amnesia and amnesia blogs. Lol.

So, instead of remembering the negatives associated with things to guard my heart because out of it flow the issues of life (that’s a Scripture for you to find), I’m out here with rose colored glasses skipping through fields.

When suddenly I’m smacked by people being people. As if I’ve never experienced a person being a person.

So now, after the excitement and the fortitude, the strength to move ahead, I’m just feeling all kinds of feelings.

Sis. No. Uh uh.

Looking unto Jesus the AUTHOR and FINISHER of our faith. (I need a shorthand for when you should find a Scripture šŸ˜‚šŸ¤£)

Baby girl. Jesus wrote, gave, created the faith through His death on the cross and the relationship we have established.

Jesus finishes, completes, shows the results of the faith HE authored by rising from the dead and answering prayers through our relationship.

How dare I, who is me to, let anything separate me from the love of Christ? (How’s this šŸ—£? šŸ¤£šŸ˜‚ rhetorical cuz you can’t comment. Whack that there is no Bible emoji.)

Cuz it’s His love that saved me. It’s His love that kept me. It’s His love that forgave me. It’s His love that called me.

It. Is. His. Love. That chose me.

Feelings? I have little right to operate out of my feelings. Sure, I can feel them. But to be bogged down in them and want to throw it all away?

Nah. I’ve come too far. Overcome too much to be swallowed up by feelings that are attached to other people’s behavior.

Not a one did what Jesus did.

Not a one has the vision, purpose, or call I have.

That’s why I had to pray a Scripture in reverse. God give me a heart of stone for some people and allow me to use my head.

My trauma and pain says I should be bitter, angry, and hateful. I’ve been some of those things.

But I’m uuuuuuusually on the other spectrum of loving too much and too hard. Jesus is giving sis balance.

In the tone of Sheryl Lee Ralph as Lauryn Hill’s mother in Sister Act Two when she yelled down from the window (go watch it. It’s a classic.), “I’ve got work to do!”

I gotta work while it is day. For night cometh when no man can work. šŸ—£šŸ—£šŸ—£šŸ—£

Go be great. I surely am. Cuz someone is counting on us!