Breh. I’m skresssed (stressed).
I feel like I heard Him.
He can move at the DROP of a hat.
I am waiting on the next step.
I don’t have good patience.
I was expecting a call.
Though it wasn’t certain it would come today.
I DEFINITELY wanted it to come today.
I’ve had to wait longer than desired before. I’m nervous that that’s the case now. I’m not feeling that.
I’m trying hard to have faith and not doubt. But I’m human.
So. Again. I’m skresssed (stressed).
I love a good ol’ piece of alliteration. I had a breakdown the other day. It was intense but over quickly.
I was told part of the problem was too many voices in my head-other people who are living breathing humans-can lead to chaos.
I didn’t even have to be in the situation to have all of the voices in my head. I compromised on something. I was willing to lower a standard and accept less than what I should.
It was a recurring issue. A test I hadn’t passed at least twice before. I’ve learned the lesson and definitely passed the test. I cannot compromise in that area or any other.
I have to be intentional and focused. I have to set a standard and demand that it be met. Ion have time for the chaos of compromise.
That’s dang near the whole post in the title.
I had an avoidable moment of panic because there were too many voices in my head. I talk to much. That is not news here.
It’s a process. But I’m gonna try harder.
People may have good intentions. But they may not be the best thing for you.
People speak from their perspective and how they have or would handle you. Though we go through similar things, there’s no one size fits all.
The advice I need to take is this: talk to someone who is where you are trying to go. Two fools talking is gonna result in foolishness. If the advice giver isn’t someone you want to emulate, why take their advice?
Let me just day that for me, being a fallible human who makes mistakes is infuriating to me at times.
I thought. No I didn’t. I didn’t think. And fell into the same trap for the third time.
I put myself in danger. I’m disappointed just thinking about it.
It’s like I’m wandering the wilderness outside the promised land. Maybe it’s groundhog day. Same issue on a loop and I FAILED.
Except. Maybe I didn’t. I got it together and corrected far faster than I have in times past. So that’s something right?
Ugh. All is well that ends well. Grace and mercy are NO joke. I’m sure I’ll speak plainly and not in code one day. I’m grateful for the lesson and growth though!
I feel like, on and off, for at least 20 of my 35 years seven months and 11 days of life, I have dealt with depression. It’s hard to live life with positivity when you feel like your mother doesn’t like you, your father chooses his wife over you, etc. with family and friends.
That’s a big reason why I rock so tough with Jesus. I was introduced to him at an early age. When I had no one else in the middle of the night, I had him.
Life is just lonely when you don’t want to do the heavy lifiting in relationships. It’s either do all the work and be slightly annoyed but have time after chasing people down. Or just mind your business and do you solo dolo.
I have cycles. I accept that it is out of sight out of mind. Then I miss my people and reach out to them. We engage. Then they say I’m gonna call you. I’m gonna text you. We make plans. Blah, blah, blah. And then it’s crickets.
I reached out to several of my people this week. Some I hadn’t talked to since last summer. I called a couple out on the absence. Everyone had excuses. Most said we would talk later. I haven’t heard a word since the other day.
I lost it. Like lost it lost it. I dang near cried that night. I just told God I didn’t want to live. Like my life is hard. It kinfa sucks. It doesn’t look like anything I pictured.
And mind you, two of these people are my older cousins, one I’ve known since ’99, one since ’01, one since ’01 or ’02, and one since ’05 or ’06. DECADES.
I’ve been hurt by my cousins. Typical stuff. Fell out with ’01 and didn’t speak. Lost touch, lowkey got into it, and had our mothers’ interference with ’99. But, I let go and forgave it all. Because I LOVE love them.
The only one I’m geographically close to is ’99. So phone and text is really all we got. These ninjas can’t respond to a call or text. Or call back or text. Or don’t do the follow up. Just straight ignore me. It’s rare that they initiate contact. Truly out of sight and out of mind.
It hurts to be an afterthought or insignificant to people who claim to care and love you. I just didn’t want to deal with the difficulty of the loneliness.
I told Jesus I wanted to be done. Then I apologized. Natch. Of course. Obvi. Like. He chose me and loves me and how dare I want to waste and squander his investment?
But I was still mad pissed off when I woke up Thursday morning. I def cried. I called my aunt and had the vent session of all sessions. Then I turned on some Gospel music and went to work.
At some point this week I said I need new friends. I met three dope humans this week. I had instant connections with two Thursday. At the AT&T store. Third started regular Tuesday but took off QUICKLY Thursday. LIke texting most of the day and two separate convos that totaled four hours.
I saved this as a draft then went to do some stuff to start my day. I gotta shout out the great ppl in my life!
My aunt I vented to is one of my BEST friends and favorite humans. I love her so. I can’t wait til we have time in a few weeks to meet up. I realized the other day that I haven’t seen her since January of 2021. That’s toooooooo long.
My guy. I met him in ’99 in middle school. We don’t talk all the time but he is one if the most consistent ppl. We need to talk more. I made it to college during most of my sophomore year because of him. He’s never said it, but, he probably regrets helping me get my fist job at his job. I was a mess at first. Lol.
My adopted big sister. I get to be a baby sis and I take advantage. I KNOW I tap dance on her nerves. We been at this since ’08. And made it through a quiet time when I was fed up w folks. We didn’t talk for at least a year. I’m sure it was longer. But we stuck FA life.
And chiiiii. My younger sister. You know how they say siblings are your first best friend? Maybe up until when we were like two and four. The dynamic in our household played a part. We were NOT friends growing up. I bear responsibility for some of it. We have fought. Verbally and physically. The last physical fight was, I’m ashamed to admit, January ’21. In front of her, at the time, seven year old. At the big ages of 34 and 32. Clothes were destroyed. Jewelry was destroyed. I’m amazed by where we are. Cuz we didn’t even talk for months after that. But God is gracious. Whew. Grace is what our middle name Ann means. God gave us some and I feel like we have given each other far more. I truly, after some ups and downs the first time I thought I was there, consider her not just my sister but my friend.
If anybody ever questions the existence of God and why I would choose to have a relationship with Him, it’s the little stuff like this. I’d never kill myself because I feel like suicide is murder and I don’t know that I could repent before I completed it because I’d be dead. I just feel defeated and hopeless. But, as I’ve done over the course of my depression, I take it to Him and it gets better.
If you feel like me, I dare you to find a Bible. Holla atcha girl (firstname.lastname@example.org) if you need to talk. We all we got.
Okay so I DEF forgot about someone. She’s like an aunt and big sister all rolled into one. She listens to my foolishness, questions me, laughs at me, corrects me, and most recently called me silly because of what I said via text. UNTIL I explained it on the phone. Lol. We think so much alike that at times it throws me when sis be on a totally different page. I admire her soooooo much and am so grateful to have her for an example. Even if she stays super busy being the awesome human she is to the ppl in her life. I can count on her to make time despite the many balls she juggles.
First of all-Happy New Year. I hope this year brings you more than you could ever hope and pray for.
Second. I have been MIA and it is a shame. I never finished all the names of God. I gotta get back on that. Life.
So, I am currently participating in a study of Genesis. The study is God of Covenant by Jen Wilkin. I’m participating with the Ramp Church International’s Refreshed Women’s Bible study.
She mentioned Moses and his bad day-when he got angry and God told him he wouldn’t see the promised land.
It made me think of David and the fact that he would be unable to build the temple because of the blood on his hands.
Can you imagine devoting your life to a people, a thing, God, and never see the fruit of it? Or reap the benefits?
Writing this made me think of Matthew 7:22-23 when Jesus said people would do things in his name and on judgment day tell them to depart because he never knew them.
I cannot imagine. I’m sure i have unknowingly forfeited some things. But the big things? Because of me? I can’t even.
I pray that we are intentional about what we do so that we don’t spend our lives going after and pursuing things only to miss out on them because of one singular moment, choice, lapse of judgment.
Until next time. Remember you are loved, you are chosen, and you matter.
The past two months have been interesting and a bit much.
Hence my slacking on what I planned on doing.
I am not the best with structure and sticking to a schedule. I did a great job for a while.
But then things changed. I was doing well at first. Then I totally fell off. I have not adjusted the best.
Cuz life man.
But the great thing is that I can learn and reflect and figure out how to get everything done.
Just because life comes and changes our plans doesn’t mean we have to quit on stuff or even ourselves.
We can evaluate and make a new game plan and still be great.
Let’s not focus on the perceived failure but focus on what it teaches us and where we can go.
I had all the plans to end my unintentional sabbatical earlier than the month I decided on-with the exception of that post the other day.
I was gonna write about Passover, Palm Sunday, Good Friday, the crucifixion, the death, the burial, the resurrection. All that good stuff.
But I didn’t. And I won’t. I reflected and am so very grateful. I will post about what, to me, all of that resulted in.
During Passover after Palm Sunday, I was driving and saw a car behind me. I’d post the pic but I shouldn’t have even taken them and they don’t clearly show what I saw.
The hood was jacked up. I think the lights may have been messed up too. The thought I had was how is it even driving.
Then I went down a hole to a degree like I do.
How are some of us even functioning? Now. We may not show outward damage like that car.
But. Life has done a number on so many of us. It is mind blowing how some of us are in our right mind, how we function, how we put one foot in front of the other. How, when giving up and giving in is so much easier and who would blame us?
But the finished work at the cross. The determination Jesus had to do what he came to do despite asking if it was possible for the cup to pass from him (Matthew 26:39).
Jesus was our perfect example to keep going in the face of seemingly insurmountable circumstances. He did it so we could. God promised to be with us in Isaiah 43:2. And sent his son to show us how He is with us. Then sent a comforter to be with us (John 14:16, 14:26, 15:26, and 16:7). So. I guess that’s how.
I def didn’t mean to disappear. But life has been life. I think I’m gonna just continue to let life be and get back to it at the beginning of April.
However. I had a concrete, postable (is that even a word?!) thought earlier so I’m heeeeeeere!
There are, at times, cataclysmic events, people, seasons, and/or situations that shake the foundation, core, plates of our lives just like an earthquake.
Like legit. An earthquake is the moving and shifting of the tectonic plates in the earth’s crust. Far from where our eyes see, there is pressure at fault lines (thanks for the refresher Google and wiki) that causes the plates to grind and shift.
Some earthquakes are felt and some are not. Some we see evidence of and some we do not. But no matter what, something happened and left the earth forever changed.
The biggest earthquakes have visible changes, disturbances in roads resulting in cracks and sinkholes. Houses and buildings destroyed from the foundation up. Not to mention destruction of their contents. Water main breaks. Gas lines destroyed. Havoc wreaked on power lines. Death. The list is endless.
The smaller ones exist but, much like the daily rotation of the earth, we don’t necessarily see or feel them at the moment. But, as sure as winter turns to spring, summer, and fall, leaves and flowers, daylight and darkness, nothing stays the same.
Not to mention the aftershocks or shockwaves. Those tend to be worse and far more dangerous than the earthquake itself. Things are already out of whack and perilous. And here comes more shaking to add to the destruction.
For us, cataclysmically, death, loss, life, addition, quakes us. Changes us. Would seemingly destroy us. Or make us better.
If we stay at the quake we miss out on the beauty of it. If we hold on to whatever it is, good or bad, we don’t make room for the goodness that can come of it.
Being stagnant is not always a standstill in grief. Sometimes we think we have arrived at the best we’ve ever had and as good as we think it’s gonna get. So. Out of an abundance of caution, we park there so we don’t risk it or lose it. Never mind the possibility of more or better.
There is something to rebuilding though. Processing the event. Learning from it. Growing from it. Mourning or celebrating. Grieving or rejoicing. Going through what the earthquake brought you and putting it into proper perspective. Learning the lesson and accepting the gift.
All life really is is a collection of moments sewn together to make a well-used, patchwork quilt. It is up to us to determine what we do with the pieces and how we embrace or even use what is sewn together.
My words will be italicized wherever they appear. Should the Bible be italicized near my words, I’ll do something to differentiate them.
Your Prayers Won’t Get Off the Ground
1-3 “Shout! A full-throated shout!
Hold nothing back—a trumpet-blast shout!
Tell my people what’s wrong with their lives,
face my family Jacob with their sins!
They’re busy, busy, busy at worship,
and love studying all about me.
To all appearances they’re a nation of right-living people—
They ask me, ‘What’s the right thing to do?’
and love having me on their side.
But they also complain,
‘Why do we fast and you don’t look our way?
Why do we humble ourselves and you don’t even notice?’
3-5 “Well, here’s why:
“The bottom line on your ‘fast days’ is profit.
You drive your employees much too hard.
You fast, but at the same time you bicker and fight.
You fast, but you swing a mean fist.
The kind of fasting you do
won’t get your prayers off the ground.
Do you think this is the kind of fast day I’m after:
a day to show off humility?
To put on a pious long face
and parade around solemnly in black?
Do you call that fasting,
a fast day that I, God, would like?
Same. Ima be chill today.
6-9 “This is the kind of fast day I’m after:
to break the chains of injustice,
get rid of exploitation in the workplace,
free the oppressed,
What I’m interested in seeing you do is:
sharing your food with the hungry,
inviting the homeless poor into your homes,
putting clothes on the shivering ill-clad,
being available to your own families.
Do this and the lights will turn on,
and your lives will turn around at once.
Your righteousness will pave your way.
The God of glory will secure your passage.
Then when you pray, God will answer.
You’ll call out for help and I’ll say, ‘Here I am.’
Sounds like Jesus in Matthew 25:35-45.
A Full Life in the Emptiest of Places
9-12 “If you get rid of unfair practices,
quit blaming victims,
quit gossiping about other people’s sins,
If you are generous with the hungry
and start giving yourselves to the down-and-out,
Your lives will begin to glow in the darkness,
your shadowed lives will be bathed in sunlight.
I will always show you where to go.
I’ll give you a full life in the emptiest of places—
firm muscles, strong bones.
You’ll be like a well-watered garden,
a gurgling spring that never runs dry.
You’ll use the old rubble of past lives to build anew,
rebuild the foundations from out of your past.
You’ll be known as those who can fix anything,
restore old ruins, rebuild and renovate,
make the community livable again.
13-14 “If you watch your step on the Sabbath
and don’t use my holy day for personal advantage,
If you treat the Sabbath as a day of joy,
God’s holy day as a celebration,
If you honor it by refusing ‘business as usual,’
making money, running here and there—
Then you’ll be free to enjoy God!
Oh, I’ll make you ride high and soar above it all.
I’ll make you feast on the inheritance of your ancestor Jacob.”
Yes! God says so!
So easy but so hard.
We Long for Light but Sink into Darkness
1-8 Look! Listen!
God’s arm is not amputated—he can still save.
God’s ears are not stopped up—he can still hear.
There’s nothing wrong with God; the wrong is in you.
Your wrongheaded lives caused the split between you and God.
Your sins got between you so that he doesn’t hear.
Your hands are drenched in blood,
your fingers dripping with guilt,
Your lips smeared with lies,
your tongue swollen from muttering obscenities.
No one speaks up for the right,
no one deals fairly.
They trust in illusion, they tell lies,
they get pregnant with mischief and have sin-babies.
They hatch snake eggs and weave spider webs.
Eat an egg and die; break an egg and get a snake!
The spider webs are no good for shirts or shawls.
No one can wear these weavings!
They weave wickedness,
they hatch violence.
They compete in the race to do evil
and run to be the first to murder.
They plan and plot evil, think and breathe evil,
and leave a trail of wrecked lives behind them.
They know nothing about peace
and less than nothing about justice.
They make tortuously twisted roads.
No peace for the wretch who walks down those roads!
The first part made me smile. Sin babies. I can’t. He was giving them the business!
9-11 Which means that we’re a far cry from fair dealing,
and we’re not even close to right living.
We long for light but sink into darkness,
long for brightness but stumble through the night.
Like the blind, we inch along a wall,
groping eyeless in the dark.
We shuffle our way in broad daylight,
like the dead, but somehow walking.
We’re no better off than bears, groaning,
and no worse off than doves, moaning.
We look for justice—not a sign of it;
for salvation—not so much as a hint.
12-15 Our wrongdoings pile up before you, God,
our sins stand up and accuse us.
Our wrongdoings stare us down;
we know in detail what we’ve done:
Mocking and denying God,
not following our God,
Spreading false rumors, whipping up revolt,
pregnant with lies, muttering malice.
Justice is beaten back,
Righteousness is banished to the sidelines,
Truth staggers down the street,
Honesty is nowhere to be found,
Good is missing in action.
Anyone renouncing evil is beaten and robbed.
15-19 God looked and saw evil looming on the horizon—
so much evil and no sign of Justice.
He couldn’t believe what he saw:
not a soul around to correct this awful situation.
So he did it himself, took on the work of Salvation,
fueled by his own Righteousness.
He dressed in Righteousness, put it on like a suit of armor,
with Salvation on his head like a helmet,
Put on Judgment like an overcoat,
and threw a cloak of Passion across his shoulders.
He’ll make everyone pay for what they’ve done:
fury for his foes, just deserts for his enemies.
Even the far-off islands will get paid off in full.
In the west they’ll fear the name of God,
in the east they’ll fear the glory of God,
For he’ll arrive like a river in flood stage,
whipped to a torrent by the wind of God.
20 “I’ll arrive in Zion as Redeemer,
to those in Jacob who leave their sins.”
And I thank you Big God.
21 “As for me,” God says, “this is my covenant with them: My Spirit that I’ve placed upon you and the words that I’ve given you to speak, they’re not going to leave your mouths nor the mouths of your children nor the mouths of your grandchildren. You will keep repeating these words and won’t ever stop.” God’s orders.
People Returning for the Reunion
1-7 “Get out of bed, Jerusalem!
Wake up. Put your face in the sunlight.
God’s bright glory has risen for you.
The whole earth is wrapped in darkness,
all people sunk in deep darkness,
But God rises on you,
his sunrise glory breaks over you.
Nations will come to your light,
kings to your sunburst brightness.
Look up! Look around!
Watch as they gather, watch as they approach you:
Your sons coming from great distances,
your daughters carried by their nannies.
When you see them coming you’ll smile—big smiles!
Your heart will swell and, yes, burst!
All those people returning by sea for the reunion,
a rich harvest of exiles gathered in from the nations!
And then streams of camel caravans as far as the eye can see,
young camels of nomads in Midian and Ephah,
Pouring in from the south from Sheba,
loaded with gold and frankincense,
preaching the praises of God.
And yes, a great roundup
of flocks from the nomads in Kedar and Nebaioth,
Welcome gifts for worship at my altar
as I bathe my glorious Temple in splendor.
Yas! Also. The wise men brought gold and frankincense to meet Jesus…interesting (Matthew 2:11).
What’s That We See in the Distance?
8-22 “What’s that we see in the distance,
a cloud on the horizon, like doves darkening the sky?
It’s ships from the distant islands,
the famous Tarshish ships
Returning your children from faraway places,
loaded with riches, with silver and gold,
And backed by the name of your God, The Holy of Israel,
showering you with splendor.
Foreigners will rebuild your walls,
and their kings assist you in the conduct of worship.
When I was angry I hit you hard.
It’s my desire now to be tender.
Your Jerusalem gates will always be open
—open house day and night!—
Receiving deliveries of wealth from all nations,
and their kings, the delivery boys!
Any nation or kingdom that doesn’t deliver will perish;
those nations will be totally wasted.
The rich woods of Lebanon will be delivered
—all that cypress and oak and pine—
To give a splendid elegance to my Sanctuary,
as I make my footstool glorious.
The descendants of your oppressor
will come bowing and scraping to you.
All who looked down at you in contempt
will lick your boots.
They’ll confer a title on you: City of God,
Zion of The Holy of Israel.
Not long ago you were despised refuse—
out-of-the-way, unvisited, ignored.
But now I’ve put you on your feet,
towering and grand forever, a joy to look at!
When you suck the milk of nations
and the breasts of royalty,
You’ll know that I, God, am your Savior,
your Redeemer, Champion of Jacob.
I’ll give you only the best—no more hand-me-downs!
Gold instead of bronze, silver instead of iron,
bronze instead of wood, iron instead of stones.
I’ll install Peace to run your country,
make Righteousness your boss.
There’ll be no more stories of crime in your land,
no more robberies, no more vandalism.
You’ll name your main street Salvation Way,
and install Praise Park at the center of town.
You’ll have no more need of the sun by day
nor the brightness of the moon at night.
God will be your eternal light,
your God will bathe you in splendor.
Your sun will never go down,
your moon will never fade.
I will be your eternal light.
Your days of grieving are over.
All your people will live right and well,
in permanent possession of the land.
They’re the green shoot that I planted,
planted with my own hands to display my glory.
The runt will become a great tribe,
the weakling become a strong nation.
I am God.
At the right time I’ll make it happen.”
I sent my auntie that post and got an update.
She got limited help and has to go to an old school store. She said she wouldn’t have wasted so much money had she gone there first.
The thought that came to mind is the title. Convenience isn’t cheap.
It was convenient to go to the newer, fancier, bigger store. But the convenience didn’t solve the problem.
She got help but not the help she needed. She went with it, I assume, since she was already there and had already spent time, effort, and energy there.
There is something to be said for going with what is tried and true. Sure. New. Progress. It has it’s place.
However. If it ain’t broke…
I’m not a fan of some of what I was taught and went through growing up. It just ain’t it for me after taking a look at it and the Bible.
However. They taught me some stuff, prayer, some songs, standing firm in conviction, that gets me THROUGH some of my toughest moments.
This new music, some of this microwave, quickie, cute stuff ain’t gone move a leaf let alone a problem I’m going through.
At the root of it, the hours and hours of church gave me staying power. Something to stick to my ribs like oatmeal on a cold day. It wasn’t convenient, it wasn’t easy. But it made me.
It would do us and the world a world of good to get back to the basics. Read the Bible. Study it. Look at different versions of the same scripture. Sit in prayer. Speaking and listening. Find some hymns and songs that are scripture based. The hard parts of surrendering time and attention in this crazy, overstimulated world.
Cuz all that convenient, new age stuff, it may be nice. But it ain’t cheaper. It’s gonna cost us more in the long run. We could have spent the time ahead of the storm getting ready with the expensive, time-consuming foundation building. Instead, we have convenient, cheap stuff that doesn’t lasts and costs even more to go back and repair when we could be on to the next.
So I got my nose pierced about five years ago. It hurt. The circumference of the stud was kinda big compared to studs and rings people wear.
I eventually changed it. I have struggled with studs and hoops since. The way my nose is set up and the location of the piercing. Not to mention the stones falling out.
I didn’t like the hoop I finally tried last year. It was studs til then. So I went and got a new hoop.
I wasn’t thinking. It is ribbed. I think my hole is smaller cuz the studs I put in after I took the original out are way smaller.
The thang HURT. I wanted to say nah. I’m done. Nice try. I like it but the pain. I thought I was done withthe pain after it healed. I’ve had bumps n stuff since. But I don’t recall pain like the initial piercing. This was similar.
But I stuck with it. My nose either stretched or realized this wasn’t a foreign object. I didn’t consider foreign til typing. Ima go with stretched cuz that was my initial thought and point of this post.
Life stretches us. We go through something. It hurts. Then it looks like we are onto something else. It may not be the same thing. But the pain feels the same. We thought we were done with the pain.
God allows things to stretch us. To grow us. To get us to where we need to be. It’s difficult. But, if we allow ourselves to be malleable like a rubber band. Man.
Rubber bands start at one size. Based on appearance, they can only handle so much.
Once we start using them, we see that they can handle more than their appearance would lead us to believe. So we keep adding. And often they just keep stretching.
We aren’t totally like rubber bands though. Eventually we can put too much in them and they break. Or they get old and break down. They no longer stretch.
Fortunately, with God, we have an unlimited ability to stretch. We won’t break. We won’t break down. We won’t lose the ability to stretch. We will never have too much to hold. God’s got it and us.
So. Go on and stretch. You got this!
To quote India.Arie’s The Truth, there’s a blessing in every lesson.
Failure can teach us more than success at times.
Failure shows us who we are.
Failure shows us where we went wrong and how to get it right.
When done right, failure brings us closer to God. He shows us who He is and how is is capable of helping us get it right.
We gotta try. And if it doesn’t work, assess, take stock, learn, and try again.
Failure is fruitful.
Failure shows us what we are capable of.
Dust off those failures and go win!
I called my auntie and she sounded annoyed.
I asked her what was wrong.
She said she was in the store and couldn’t find what she needed.
I asked if she was gonna ask for help so she wouldn’t get frustrated. Maybe I said or should have said stay frustrated. 🤷🏾♀️
Immediately after asking that I went off. I got some revelation from our conversation. Barz. 🤣🤪
She said she was in a different store than usual and it is easier at the other store.
She continued to talk about her options and fuss.
Then she said okay I’m gonna go get some help.
One. How often do we need help but just keep trying to do it alone or ourselves? We don’t seek God or others who could help. Then we end up annoyed and frustrated.
Chances are we end up in a mess that God has to bail us out of that was not even necessary to endure had we sought Him or the plentiful resources at our disposal.
It is so easy for us to rely on ourselves and our own strength. We know what we want and what we are trying to do. We may even be operating in obedience or working toward purpose.
We relied on Him and went or started. But we took our focus off of Him. In ALL THY WAYS (Proverbs 3:6). Not some. Not just through instruction. But. Every. Step. Of. The. Way.
Two. She said she was in a different store and it was easier at the other store. Faith to faith (Roman’s 1:17). Glory to glory (2 Corinthians 3:18). What was easy on one level, in one season, at one time, is more difficult in the next or new.
Once we master a thing, it’s time to move on to something more difficult. Well if we want to grow and move into the next God has.
I have lost focus because this life with God thang is hard at times. I want purpose but the tests and trials cause me to move away from Him. Human.
In a sense, doing what is easier and being complacent is comfortable. Auto pilot. Coasting. But there is a lack of real contentment. Because I wasn’t where I should have been. Frustrated. Easy but wrong. Easy but not better.
It would be like being in 12th grade and doing kindergarten work. Capable of so much. Did what it took, the hard work, to get there. But it’s too much and too challenging so Ima go back to kindergarten cuz it was easy.
And guess what? All that work will be for naught cuz I’m not getting out of 12th grade and on to college until I do the 12th grade work.
Let’s buckle up, man/woman up, and trust God to get us through to where He wants us. He has never failed. And He WILL NOT start now.
I saw a woman who looked like she had been out in the rain for a while as I exited the gas station.
I knew I had a poncho in my car that I thought may potentially help her not get any wetter than she already was.
I found her inside and asked if she would like the poncho.
She looked at me like I was crazy and said no.
I may have said okay. We both exited the store.
Now. I could have made a deal of sorts and told her why I thought she should take it.
I was trying to be helpful.
She didn’t ask for help. Her decision to say no indicated that she didn’t want it.
Often we force what we think is best on people and call it help. But. They didn’t ask for it. And, for whatever reason, they don’t want it.
We gotta let that be okay. We gotta respect that people are different and what we see one way they see another.
If it isn’t beneficial in the eye of the recipient, it is likely not actually helpful at all. And to push it or force it or make them feel bad if they don’t want it, turns “help” into control.
Let’s be mindful. Even when our initial intentions are good. 🙃😊😍
I hate wasting food. I hate when people waste food.
There are people starving. That’s a waste if money and resources.
And don’t let me have spent time preparing the food being wasted. Gaaaaaah.
That made me think of the spiritual food we waste.
We read the Bible. We listen to sermons. We endure tests and trials. We have lessons sent by God.
And yet. We don’t do anything with it. Or we don’t keep at it. Wasteful.
If I am irritated by the waste of vittles, I wonder how God feels about our waste of Him and His Word.
How does He feel about us not choosing to be good ground, or good stewards?
I challenge us to keep His Word and provision ever before us. What He gives is too good and too important to waste.
J/K. But I really wanted to just bury my head and take a break from life. If I’m honest, that has happened more times than I care to count. I have actually chucked the deuces and backed up from my relationship with Jesus more times than I care to count.
I have known part of my purpose since I was 14 years old. Going on 21 years. My life was no picnic before that and it has definitely not been one since then.
It is difficult to me to be me. I get that other people my have it worse. That doesn’t negate what I’ve endured. What I’m enduring.
I CANNOT quit. I CANNOT let my foot off of the gas. I have to do what I have to do in this moment to get where I’m supposed to be. This is the last time some of this particular stuff will go on. I’m not dealing with it any longer. I will have done everything possible to handle it.
I gave it to Jesus long ago. But, I’m not the only person involved. I am doing something I have never done. Cuz I want it to be OVER. Maybe it ends. Maybe it gets better. That is a possibility. What I do know is that I’m not putting up with it. I don’t have time or energy to continue in the cycle of this particular foolishness. I’ve walked away and gone back. Had to.
I don’t feel obligated after it is addressed. Either the people involved do what I need them to do or I do what I need to do for me, my future, and those attached to my future. Make no mistake, it will be a hard sacrifice to walk away. But, I have before and I will again. They will have to meet me where I am. There’s nothing wrong with boundaries and standing up for yourself. Selfishness has its necessary moments.
So. Don’t quit. Figure out what you need to learn and what you need to do. Have the conversations. Make the hard decisions. You are responsible for you. Nobody will take care of you like you. And, if God is involved, it will all work together for good. Romans 8:28. Believe it. Cuz it’s true.
Nothing in life is ever permanent.
I’m walking in 41° weather and am warm in the sun. I hit a patch of shade and was a lil cool. I have a sweatshirt but already took it off and just have a long sleeved tshirt on.
It’s temporary. Nothing in life is ever permanent is what the Lord brought to my mind as I got cold.
I’m gonna see more sun, have been in and out of cool, shade spots, on this walk than the cool shade.
There is no need to put the sweatshirt on as long as I keep moving forward and endure the temporary discomfort of shade until I get back to the sun.
Keep moving. Don’t stop. Don’t alter you life based on something that is temporary and not permanent!
Endure hardness like a good soldier (2 Timothy 2:3 King James Version KJV). There is glory after this (1 Corinthians 3:18 KJV). Jesus died and already gave us the victory (1 Corinthians 15:55 KJV). We just have to do something to continue to be victorious. Hes’s got you so you’ve got this!
Ion know. Repetitive maybe. But it blesses me and I need reminders so maybe somebody else does too. And this is my second to last in this post marathon.
I got some of this from others I’ve heard preach or post on Instagram.
We give people the wrong status in our lives.
We make friends out of acquaintances.
We make significant others out of flatterers.
We make spouses out of situations.
We make roots out of leaves (a Tyler Perry monologue you can search).
We make seasons out of moments (A quote you can search).
This has caused me unnecessary pain and grief. I want what people do not, cannot, should not give me.
Omg. The internet wasn’t working and I had a whole draft. I couldn’t save it online and I created a word file. I thought it was something else.
I didn’t pay attention. Gah. And I was supposed to. Just wrote a whole post and said I was going to. And of course I didn’t have my settings right to save versions without hitting save on my new Word on my desktop.
It still may not have lcuz the internet was down. Maybe what I said wasn’t what needed to be said. If I find it I may add it. I’m not gonna try to remember. I know better. Save, save, save! Ugh.
Honestly, I think I’m done.
We need to just be careful who feeds us and who we feed.
We need to check our motives and intentions and the motives and intentions of others.
I painfully gave up a lot of people.
If they aren’t helping me get to purpose, but, are a distraction, they gotta go.
I don’t have time to waste calling and texting and being frustrated with people who don’t have time for me.
I have stuff to do and a promise.
Jesus promised I would receive hundredfold and inherit everlasting life if I gave up people and stuff to follow him (Matthew 19:29).
I owe him my life. Literally and legitimately. He can have it. And anything that’s in the way.
Ima tell him how I feel. But he can mend it and make it better.
2022 is a year of no new friends unless a sign comes from heaven and I just gotta have the person in my life.
Cleaning house emotionally, mentally, and physically has what looks messy on the outside ranked as the best life I’ve lived to this point.
Obedience and trust in this confusing time has me growing and changing. I love it.
I suggest we take inventory and look around. Who is and isn’t serving purpose, serving destiny?
Pain is temporary. Legacy is forever.
Sooooooo I was frustrated last week with my schedule. I wasn’t getting things done that I wanted to. I hadn’t been getting my exercise in like I wanted to. As my nephew used to say. Fruserated.
I walked for like an hour one day but determined to get my 10k steps in at once like I was used to. Two hours for my slow walking self. Eh.
It isn’t that cold to me where I am compared to where I just moved from. I tend to run warmer than others. And once I get moving I heat up. Even with my short, slow gait.
I considered getting my rain jacket but decided not to. I think I left out without my car keys and didn’t want to go back.
I made it half way. I was a bit tired. I had been off my game and the terrain is different. Resting for ten minutes before turning back was the game plan.
You know what happened right? Shortly after I sat down, I heard something. Rain.
Too lazy to get the jacket. I rarely check the weather. The sun wasn’t shining but that doesn’t necessarily mean rain.
But, I didn’t pay attention. I didn’t plan properly. Fortunately, it wasn’t a torrential downpour. Fortunately it stopped and the hardest it rained was close to the house. I did have on a jacket. Just not the right jacket to be in the rain. No hood. I wasn’t that wet though.
It was interesting to me that this happened on Friday on MLK’s actual birthday. All I did was walk in the rain. The Civil Rights leaders were hosed with water so strong…a lil light rain is nothing compared to that.
I didn’t really complain because I was going to a warm home while others sleep outside in the rain. I love the rain. And I got to get my steps in out in nature. Which is big for me. I didn’t play sports or explore the great outdoors.
In fact, I never really liked being outside much. Probably because I was usually stuck inside as a latch key kid and stuck in my ways as I got older. Amazingly, I have an evolving love for God’s creation. I can’t wait to try all kinds of outdoor things. At least once. That may be enough for some of them. Lol.
The title. The point. I’ve never been big on scheduling or planning. Not really. But, when I have something to do, I make sure I know and have enough time to get where I’m going. I fail to be on time sometimes. Especially to work. But, it is rarely said that I am late to anything. First one to family functions a lot of times.
I’m moving into a new phase of life. God is gonna fulfill, perfect, and complete some stuff. I gotta be ready when He does. I have to pay attention to everything. No matter how small. I should have turned around for that jacket. I should have checked the forecast.
Nothing major happened. This time. I doubt will go that way the next time. That’s cool. Cuz I am going to do my level best to pay attention to the situation, the circumstances and plan.
Someone said if you fail to plan you plan to fail. Id have to agree with that sentiment…