Yo. That’s Wiiiiiiiild!

Who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross.

Author (maybe Paul) you sound crazy and so does this description of why Jesus did it.

Hahahaha. Hold on.

This is the verse in its entirety in the King James Version: Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher ofΒ ourΒ faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2.

For some reason the part I typed separately and the author and finisher part have been on my mind.

Well I know why. Cuz I needed to lean on them right now.

Let’s discuss what brought me here during my siesta. Cuz ya girl is NOT supposed to be writing. I have written faaaaaar fewer so there is that.

For the joy that was set before him. To me that says that He already knew joy was coming. Because if something is set in stone…omg…that means that it is definitive. It is definitely, for sure going to happen.

I said omg because a description or prophesy of Jesus is that He is the stone that the builders rejected who became the chief cornerstone. πŸ—£ Please look the Scripture up for yourself when you see that.

God wants glory. He won’t give it to another. πŸ—£He inhabits the praises of His people. πŸ—£

To me, this part of this verse is saying, that after hundreds of years dealing with fickle, ungrateful, inconsistent, disobedient, backsliding, forgetful children, there is joy because He knows that the sacrifice of the cross will lead to individual relationship that will enable Him to receive from us what we were created for (πŸ—£ for the created for part).

Yooooooooooooo. That’s craaaaaaaaaazy. Lol.

It makes sense though. We would have to endure the same thing in order to give Him that joy. He told us we would. The whole deny pick up a cross of it all. πŸ—£Then someone came later talking about knowing Him in the fellowship of His suffering. πŸ—£ Someone also came along talking about having to suffer with Him to reign with Him. πŸ—£

Not only is it awe inducing, does it bring on amazement to think that He chose the cross knowing that we would be messy and prone to mistake, but knowing that He chose it just to know us, relate to us, and to be able to spend eternity with us? That’s the love John 3:16 talks about.

It is interesting to me in this moment that the joy…before him part is in the same verse as author and finisher of our faith.

It’s as if the God of the Old Testament did all of what He did and had the people prophesy promises, showed up for the people who showed great faith in Him, then kept His promises by coming as His son.

He created the faith by being faithful and then doing what He said. And because He has a track record that proves our faith is worth it, He finishes our faith.

Because, the same one that gave us reason to have faith to begin with, uses that same faith to cause us to continue to have faith. Kinda like the faith to faith of it all. πŸ—£

I hope I haven’t lost or confused you. The Bible is soooooo good. And it is so powerful and great that something you have read for years can have a whole new meaning time and time again.

That’s why people call it a living document. I believe there’s a Scripture that says His Word is life. Facts. It helps you live and is such an encouragement and so many other things that we need.

I dare you to dig in. You’ll find Jesus. You’ll find the I Am that I Am. πŸ—£

That I Am is so good to me. It is a catch all. It is a statement of fact that God is anything and everything we need.

If the way that I switch back and forth between God and Jesus and whatever else I say confuses you, I hope this helps.

Go be great. Someone is counting on it! 😊

Chiiii I’m over here trying. Human will show you what I meaaaaaaaaan. Baaaaaaybeeeee. For the joy that is set before ME I am enduring.

Cuz I know what He said. I know what Has to come after what’s going on around me. I’m looking to Jesus. Just like Peter did when he got out of the boat and walked on water in a storm. πŸ—£

When the storm or the miracle he was in got to be so much that he stopped looking at Jesus and instead looked at what was going on around him and began to sink, he knew what to do.

He called on Jesus to save him. And He did. He was the Savior before He ever went to the cross. 🀯🀯🀯🀯🀯

Okay. I gotta go. I already ended it and sent you on your way. Be encouraged. It’s only temporary unless you stay where you are. He LOVES you and wants good things for you. Look up some stuff about His plans and some stuff about His thoughts.

Aight. Byeeeeeee.

Human

I really wanna just lay in the bed and pull the covers over my head

I wanna ignore whats going on and what is on deck for the week and take a siesta

Kinda like Elijah under the juniper tree that my pastor preached about yesterday

But I can’t

And I won’t

I DESPERATELY NEED to see the miracle on the other side of this

So while frustrated and the storm rages (there is an actual, literal one outside as intyoe this), I’m gonna seek shelter in the arms of the One who created me and allowed it cuz He knows I can handle it

I gave it to Him and I am trying so hard to put one foot in front of the other and Leave. It. A. Lone.

Go be great. Frustrated. Irritated. Whatever. Just pray as you go and do it. You’re human. Someone is counting on your obedient yes.

Hiding

There are times in my life that I’ve been in hiding on my own. Disappeared myself for various reasons.

But, there are other times, like now, that part of Colossians 3:3 is true: hidden in Christ with God. Look at me being nice and just writing all of it.

Don’t get used to it. I don’t know where this is going so whenever you see πŸ—£ that means that I would reaaaaaaally like for you to go find the Scripture and read it for yourself.

I DID NOT want what God called me to. I kinda said yes and was kinda okay with it. I’ve always been a Bible nerd and have always been able to get down with nice lil thoughts about the Bible.

I mean, He put it there so it was there just waiting for me to realize what exactly it was.

While I spurned, walked away from, refused to go back to until I was ready, the pulpit, I created one wherever. Here, on the phone, elsewhere on social media, in the store. Because who we are and are called to be doesn’t cease to exist when we choose not to operate in it or operate in the obvious, usual, customary ways.

I would be saying good stuff. And nobody paid me any attention. So I would get frustrated. That’s pretty much why this website even exists.

I think some of it is the whole a prophet is without honor in His own country thing that was said about Jesus (that’s what the Scripture πŸ—£ says NOT what I’m on here calling myself πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈπŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈπŸ€­).

People who know us, who may even be aware of our gifts and callings, tend to see us as the snotty nosed kid not the anointed vessel of God.

Come here David. πŸ—£ Come here Moses. πŸ—£ Come here Joseph. πŸ—£

God prepared them out of sight and in hard seasons. Who the world saw was who God made them when they were in the lowest of valleys, hidden with Him until He and those attached to them had need of them.

They developed a relationship with God and learned His voice. They were able to overcome abandonment, rejection (thanks Pastor!), and all kinds of things on their own with God. They had a track record. Surely they had some altars.

When it was time for their public unveiling, nobody could get the glory for who they became but God. And when it was time to deal with crises and issues in front of the people, they knew where to go. When they were acting right and when they (just Moses and David) were making mistakes.

Let us not be weary concerning the fact that we aren’t getting the response we desire. That’s flesh anyway. And it won’t tarry in His sight. πŸ—£ We gotta be used to and comfortable carrying out our assignment for an audience of One. Cuz if we are only worried about and focused on Him now, we will be used to worrying about and focusing on Him later.

Cuz people are gonna people. They won’t always like or accept qhat we are called to. But. If we are looking up at Jesus (πŸ—£ hey Peter on the water) nothing around us will matter, move, or affect us.

Go be great. It’s His requirement. And someone needs it.

Grateful Part Deux

This is probably gonna be a whole series. Grateful is the first one.

I was supposed to be on a writing hiatus cuz I’ve written sooooo much and have sooooo many drafts still. Lol.

In Seven. Teen. Years. La. Ter., I said something like I can see God because I’m looking for Him and I’ll keep seeing Him.

First. All that looks to be wrong with my car is cosmetic and a coolant tank leak. I pulled the rear bumper off and disconnected something I threw in the trunk. I broke off a piece of something in the front. This ain’t my first accident rodeo. πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈπŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈπŸ˜‚πŸ€£

I had already discussed, with God, the fact that I was gonna go to work after church eeeeeeeven though I wanted a lil job before to jumpstart the day. So, I mean, it’s not like I needed my car as soon as I woke up. Lol.

So what have I found in this?

The ability to stay calm.

The ability to still have peace.

The ability to still have joy.

The ability to comfort the person who did it.

The ability to preach a sermon about God’s ability and trusting Him and having peace. I deeeeeeef talked about the Shunamite woman, her son, and Elisha. See Two Things Can Be True.

I found the ability to laugh and make jokes. Ya know. Still be me.

I found the ability to not be angry. What would it serve or change?

I found the ability as an African American female to pray for safety and smooth sailing for the rest of the shift for two Caucasian officers in America in a former slave holding state.

I found the ability to be an image bearer and disciple of Christ in what could have been a traumatic moment of despair.

What would you find?

What would you do?

What would they see?

Who would they see?

Go be great. Someone’s counting on it.

What A Rollercoaster-Grateful Part Tres is zeee next one.

Grateful Part Four-The Hurricane

Grateful

Ya know how I said Two Things Can Be True?

Ya know how I said I drive for Instacart?

Ya know how I just got a new job the other day?

Well it is currently two something in the morning

I was awakened to find that my car was hit and it looks totaled.

I’m upside down already in this loan.

I need a whole lot of money for my bills.

I need to drive my car to make money.

I’m going out of town next week and the next week.

I was awakened to find out about it.

All I have said outloud is Oh Lord.

I ensured that the ppl were okay and let them know all is well and this is stuff that can be replaced

I did call someone and calmly explain and ask them to pray.

Then I sat myself on the curb and began to sing these words:

I am
Grateful for the things
That you have done
Yes, I’m grateful for the vic-tories we’ve won
I could go on and on and on
About your works
Because I’m grateful, grateful, so grateful
Just to praise you lord
Flowing from my heart
Are the issues of my heart
It’s Gratefulness

Ion know how far I got before I began to write this.

I wanted a new car buuuuuuut. Lol.

I have NO CLUE what God is going to do.

But what I do know is that He HAS to do something.

I’m gone rest in and trust that fact.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on it.

Oh. I forgot. I just put over a thousand dollars in this car for an engine issue, axle issue, and four new tires. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

Grateful Part Deux

What A Rollercoaster-Grateful Part Tres

Grateful Part Four-The Hurricane

Ain’t Nun To Do But Do It

You gone trust God or nah?

Seven. Teen. Years. La. Ter. was all cute and flowery wit a dose of reality cuz that was my mood. Lol. And all the extra, as I’m putting into practice, isn’t necessary.

I have come down from my high and remembered something. It took me a second to land where I live. I was circling the area and was willing to make a sacrifice if where I thought I should be was it.

En route, I was redirected. But I had already applied for jobs elsewhere. I got a call for an interview. I flipped out. Cuz of course it was after I decided that here was where I should be.

Sis. It wasn’t even a job offer. But an interview request was far more than had happened after the dozens of job apps i completed. I wallowed for a second. Ok a lil longer. But I put my head back on straight. Though I said I’d call back I didn’t.

You know I got another call from someone else right? They even emailed me after leaving a voicemail. I was chill this time. I didn’t trip and declined it.

That was a couple of weeks before I got this job.

What if Job had answered his wife’s interview request?

What if Job had answered the interview requests of his friends?

What if Job had given up and given into what his eyes and feelings said?

What are you doing as you suffer with Christ?

What should you be doing?

Go be great. Someone is counting on it.

Seven. Teen. Years. La. Ter.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. Psalm 40:1 King James Version

I am soooooo overwhelmed at the moment.

When I was a child I decided that my goal was to become an attorney.

In the fall of my senior year of high school I flipped out.

I asked my mother what if I didn’t get into law school and what if I didn’t pass the bar. She did the whole you will positivity thing.

I, in fact, did not get into law school right out of college. A no and a wait list. On the wait list two years in a row.

I only applied to one college for undergrad (crazy I know. I took a biiiiiig faith swing with that one) and I was going to major in history and teach as a backup.

I transferred after my freshman year. Those jokers told me five years instead of four. I was like nah. I’m out.

While it was slightly disappointing to not get into law school then, I made it four years later.

I would LOVE to say I passed the bar. Did not. Twice. I knew I wasn’t going to either time. I wasn’t that disappointed to be honest. A lil bit to be sure.

So now, 17 years later, I just got a position as a long term sub teaching history. But God got jokes. I said never middle school. And that’s where I’ll be.

I obediently put resources in the memo line for my offering a week and a half ago. Not even a job. Cuz if having to do Instacart was what I was going to have to keep doing, I was gonna be content in that state (haha. We didn’t get by without Scripture. πŸ—£ means look it up.).

It’s amazing how God warned me before what could have been life altering, earth shattering disappointment.

It’s amazing how God allowed me to be okay in 2005 with what would take place in 2022.

He is just so mindful and intentional.

It took Abraham years to see the promise.

It took Joseph years to see his dream(s).

I forgot to do something so sorry if it seems out of place here. I said it has been 17 years. I was 17 when I freaked out.

Per biblestudy.org, 17 means overcoming the enemy and complete victory. I scanned it super quickly and didn’t see anything about Joseph. But I KNEW ther was some 17 involved with him.

Per scripturerevealed.com, Joseph was 17 when he was sold into slavery and his father was told that he was dead. He went THROUGH a process πŸ—£.

Dude legit told his brothers what they meant for evil God meant for good πŸ—£. And did. He was reunited with their father for 17 years. The intentionality of God is so mind-blowingly beautiful. He does stuff like this to show that He isn’t some old, out of date, out of touch, far away mystery. He is the SAME God now that He was when the Bible was written.

It took David awhile to be placed on the throne.

I didn’t understand what God was doing. I didn’t like it. I told Him so.

But I kept looking for Him. And I will keep looking for Him. I didn’t care how crazy it looked or how crazy it felt.

My feet and faith followed His Word and not my eyes, brain, feelings, or opinions of others.

It’s crazy to have a whole law degree and be relegated, forced to, deliver groceries and such.

But I wasn’t above it. He sustained me. He allowed me to serve and minister and meet people I would have never met. It grew me. It made me a better me and Christian.

Because I sought to be content where I was πŸ—£, when my pastor told me to type in the memo of my offering what I wanted God to do, I simply said resources. Not a job.

As the week came to a close, I realized they hadn’t come. He reminded me of an option I had. I reached out to my cousin, did what she told me, after ignoring someone else’s suggestion then remembering, and now I will be employed making the most money I have EVER made.

Yesterday morning, before I was officially hired,, I changed my necklaces out. The one I took off said Grace ❀Mercy. The one I put on said 828. The Romans 8:28 of it all.

Then I did something I really couldn’t afford to if I looked at my bills and bank account and not the instruction of Jesus. But it was beneficial to me. It blessed me tremendously though it was a sacrifice.

Yet and still not having been officially hired, I went to the store and got something half off because it was shelved wrong. At full price it was out of budget.

WHO. WOULDN’T. SERVE. A. GOD. LIKE. THIS?

Also, as my pastor would have us say: And God did it!!!!!

I have not shied away from admitting how hard this has been. I told someone yesterday before all of this that I was coming up the rough side of the mountain. I said I was dropping weight as I got higher. I said He was cutting out what didn’t need to be in me. I said He was perfecting me. Not knowing what the day had in store.

Just trust the process. Try Him. Truly surrendered. Cuz I wasn’t. I was hesitant about some stuff. But it got to the point where I just gave up. I told Him to just take it. To just have it. Whatever. So I could truly have joy and truly have peace in His perfect will for me.

Go be great. Bruh. Yo life depends on it.

Did Jesus Really Die

Hooooooold on. Don’t run away. Don’t write me off as a blasphemous heretic.

It’s the word choice I am suddenly struggling with.

In John He said nobody was gonna take His life He was gonna lay it down.

If He is Father, Spirit, and Son, God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost as One, how could one be dead and not the others?

He allowed the blood to leave the sack of dirt and bones.

He allowed them to think He was gone because there was no life, movement in the sack of dirt and bones.

He allowed them to put Him in a tomb and roll the stone away.

He went into hell for three days. He didn’t lay in the tomb for three days.

After three days there wasn’t a body in the tomb. It doesn’t say when the body left the tomb.

He presented eventually Himself in the body with the evidence of what it endured.

To me, it is literally impossible for Jesus to have died.

He offered a body as a sacrifice that He wore when introducing Himself and His name.

But Jesus? God? The Holy Ghost? Naaaaah. I don’t think there was ever death.

When something dies it ceases to exist or function.

He still existed and He was still functioning. Just out of view from the ones who were present for His time in the earth and crucifixion.

Just like He had to do other things because of what they were used to and their customs, He had to offer some familiarity while being different, He made it look like He endured the worst death possible without actually dying.

I’d much rather start saying what the Bible says. He was wounded for my transgressions. He was bruised for my iniquities. The chastisement of my peace was upon Him. With His stripes I was healed. He is The Lamb of God that takes away the sins of the world. God loved the world so He gave us his Son.

I dunno. Maybe I’m reaching.

I just don’t think He ACTUALLY died.

Go be great. Someone is counting on it.

I’m back a lil while after writing this with ooooooone more thought. IF Jesus actually died He couldn’t possibly be God in the flesh. Because He would have been exactly like us. A distinction without a difference.

He appeared to be like us when He allowed the blood and life to leave the body He took on. But He was never dead. He wasn’t even ever really asleep. Because the Bible says he never slumbers or sleeps (go find it please 😊). Those of us who die in Christ are going to sleep and will rise first upon the triumphant return of Jesus.

I Am

Daaaaaaas one of God’s titles or descriptions.

How is it that we lose hope and are overwhelmed?

Because we are looking at what is going on around us and not the Savior (see the Scripture where Peter walked on water. Going forward πŸ—£ means there’s a Scripture reference 😊).

Instead of lifting our eyes all the way up to the Help, we are looking at the hill. πŸ—£

We don’t allow ourselves to be led to The Rock that is higher than us when our hearts are overwhelmed. πŸ—£

By being I Am, at times it’s like He gave us a blank check.

He signed the check.

He told us to go get whatever we need.

He didn’t tell us what store to go to to get what we needed.

He didn’t tell us that we could only spend so much.

He didn’t date it and lock us in to a specific time.

He just said here, you can get whatever you need from my account whenever you’re ready.

Joy? I got you.

Peace? I got you.

Love? I got you.

Now, the check still has to be processed.

There may be insufficient funds or a hold on the release of funds.

Cuz if we’re asking contrary to His Will, there will be insufficient funds.

If we are not ready for what we asked for, there will be a hold.

But. Just like the bank, He notifies us as to why the decision was made.

It’s up to us to open and pay attention to the notification.

Cuz if we just look and see the funds missing and don’t pay attention to the notifications, we end up angry, bitter, confused for no reason, and ready to close the account just like we do with the bank.

I Am is also like a trust fund at times. He filled the account but there are limitations and restrictions on what the funds can be used on. When the funds can be used.

Just because the funds aren’t available when we want them, don’t walk away from the account. Do what it takes to be able to access the funds. Or do what it takes to no longer be able to be denied for improper withdrawal requests.

Go be great. Someone is counting on it.

Watchu Be Doin

When my, okay our, Jesus was teaching about prayer, He told the disciples to do it in secret and God would reward them openly. Please search for the Scripture yourself when you see πŸ—£. 😊

David was made king in secret. πŸ—£

Samson was made who he was in secret. πŸ—£

As was Joseph πŸ—£ and several others.

What we do in private and secret will show up. Especially when we get to the church house.

If we aren’t praying and worshipping at home, it shows when we hit the building.

It honestly shows in every aspect of our lives.

Sure. We can attempt to pretend and hide and put on a show. But people with discernment, who can see beyond what is actually on display, and, most importantly, GOD know when our private, home life doesn’t match what we are trying to do.

If we are in ministry, for most leadership positions for sure but all of us simply as Christians, we should be practicing at home. Ours especially but all of them definitely.

For example, singing if we sing but singing just as praise and worship.

And definitely prayer. Praying is non-negotiable. We gots to do that. There’s no point to any of anything if we aren’t praying.

We got to live, as a Commisioned song says, a life that shows.

I feel like this was too short. Lol.

Go be great. Really. We’re counting on each other.

Who Do You Love

Are you for sure? Shout out to the minstrels who gave us this one back in the day. I’m not going to tag them. Lol.

I just made a comment and called myself boo. A term of endearment.

I hid some old posts cuz who I used to be wrote them. Who I am and am becoming is different. The man of God talked about no residue after I decided to do it. Confirmation from an intentional God.

In those old posts, I introduced myself. And what you say to me every time you call my name.

Cuz, that’s what people used to do in the Bible.

Years ago a book came out and was all the rage. It was about Jabez. The Prayer of Jabez I believe.

I don’t remember what his name meant. Please go find the Scripture πŸ—£. It wasn’t anything good.

The prayer he prayed was, in my opinion, a conscious, intentional decision to come against what he was named. What he meant to those…oh Lord…around him when he was born. Not who God saw when he created him.

I said, in Words, Words, Words, that what we say matters. The Bible says so. He decided that he no longer wanted to be saddled by the pronouncement that a hurt, fallible, frail human made at their lowest moment.

In New Testament terms, he bound that thang in earth and heaven. πŸ—£ He cursed it. πŸ—£ He came against what exalted itself against the knowledge of God. πŸ—£

This life of mine hasn’t been sunshine and roses. Especially after I was fortunate enough to receive the gift of salvation at nine. It’s been at my hand and the hands of others.

But, my good and saved parents made a choice to give me a name. The made the choice based on the naming pattern that existed in my mom’s family. I have different stories on how it came to be. And I’m not quite sure they looked it up.

However, at some point I came to know that Karlissa means endeared and consecrated to God. Ann means God is gracious.

Endear means to cause to become beloved or admired. I’ve struggled with feeling loved cuz ya girl’s relationships. See That’s All They Know-Keep Building. Shoot. Friendships count. Buuuuuuu I think I know why.

This next word may be to blame. There are several definitions for consecrate but this is the best one: dedicated to a sacred purpose. It basically means to set aside, apart. And the whole to God. This makes me think of Samuel and Eli when Samuel was a boy. πŸ—£ Esp cuz of how he ended up with Eli. πŸ—£

If you are consecrated you can’t just do anything. You can’t just be with anybody. You can’t just say anything. You gotta be different. Above reproach. You gotta move in ways not everyone can. I have struggled to hold on to people. Because I couldn’t have them.

I’m just a different human. People have told me this. I can see it myself. It’s lonely. It’s hard. But. For what he created me for? It’s necessary.

I’ve tried and failed too many times to count to separate myself as required. One of the many reasons I KNOW God is gracious. Chances to get it right!

Hard as it is, at this point I’m over it. I gave God a true, unequivocal, totally surrendered yes and meant it. He is definitely coming to collect.

It’s hard and it hurts. But I’m so close to purpose. I gotta get me together and only surround myself with and be involved with what and who will serve me on my way and once I get there.

I’m beyond being a try hard pick me. If you don’t wanna fool with me? It may sting depending on who you are and how it went down.

But, I’ve developed enough self esteem and self worth to be okay with me and God. He has loved me and sent people to help me love me. That’s why, how I can call myself boo.

I’ve unpacked trauma and generational curses in my bloodline. I’m determined to be who I am supposed to be and all that entails. If I’m not for some people that just has to be okay.

Being a people person who has been hurt makes it hard to be consecrated. But I owe God. And He’s gone get what He’s due from me.

Go be great. Someone is counting on it.

He Changed His Mind

I’m in a book club with a church I’ve known about since I was a kid. They have a new pastor and first lady who are doing great, innovative things. I’m so excited for them, the church, the community, and the Kingdom of God!

We’re reading Just Pray by Pastor John Hannah. The conversation was so good. And I’ve had so much going on I forgot that one of my comments was actually in the book. A lil shame but I kept it moving. Lol.

In response to a question, I let the person know that God can change His mind. I told her about Hezekiah and Moses. Then the first lady told us about Jesus.

Hezekiah was going through it and Isaiah came and told him he was gonna die. Bible study time. Please look up what’s near πŸ—£. Read it fa yaself (for yourself).

Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and PRAYED prayed. πŸ—£A literal come to Jesus with the Man himself.

Isaiah went back to Hezzy and told him God heard him and he was extended more years of life. I think seven. The whole seven of it all in the Bible. πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£

God was siccud, SICK OF the children of Israel in the wilderness. My guy was ready to drop that fire he promised after the flood. πŸ—£πŸ—£

Moses was like now wait. Hol up, hol up, HOL UP (hold up). πŸ—£ I’m pretty sure, definitely at least in his head, my guy was like “I did NOT go through everything since my mama put me in a basket and sent me down the water Pharoah’s to die out here like this”. They have a conversation. God changed his mind. πŸ—£

Things were NOT working between God and the children of Israel. He tried and tried. No matter what He did and how many times they were punished and delivered, they just couldn’t seem to get it right πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£

He eventually even stopped talking to them for YEARS. 400 I think. πŸ—£ Happy hunting. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

I guess He missed them. Probably more like it was time to do what He knew He was gonna have to do all along. Cuz sometimes I think stuff happens and we have to go to Him to ask Him to do what He already wanted to do in the first place.

Along came, in the flesh, Jesus. And boy did God ever change His mind. Not only did He come for the Children of Israel, he came for the gentiles. Those who were not of the blood lineage of Abraham. The joy that brings me. I’m mighty grateful.

Since then I’m sure He has and hasn’t changed His mind.

He has probably changed his mind by answering some prayers.

But what He hasn’t changed His mind about? His love for us and desire to be in relationship with us now and for all eternity. We just have to accept salvation. We just have to see who He sees. And we have to make sure to answer to what He says (this one is a draft called Who Do You Love coming soooooon). And we have to let Him be God.

Try him. Cast your cares and leave them. Best decisions you’ll make.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on it.

Who Failed You

Hezekiah Walker introduced the world to these lyrics:

All of my life I’ve never known You to fail
You remain the same and wonderful is Your name.

There are probably multiple Scriptures he (or the writer(s)) took inspiration from. I’m gonna be nice this time. Kinda. Haha.

Psalm 37:25 is one that comes to mind. While I was thinking of Scriptures, a lil song from back in my church camp days came to mind. I don’t know how to figure out this spacing so I’m gone screenshot it. I’m an old lady 30 something. I own it!

I’ve hinted at some family issues and said I decided to keep the details to myself. That is still true. I will say I sought help. I let people know. I may have touched on this somewhere. But, it’s necessary here too.

Nobody did anything. They made me responsible. They didn’t address my mother. They didn’t take us to my pastor grandfather. There are no words for my father. I had to suffer.

I almost said alone. But I was never alone.

The Creator. The God of the universe. The One who has a title to handle every circumstance that comes my way. He was RIGHT there.

The Bible says that to reign with Him we have to suffer with Him. I’m done being nice. πŸ€£πŸ˜‚ πŸ—£ is your indicator to look them up.

I’m 99.9% certain that before and during my suffering I uttered those words. I also asked for wisdom πŸ—£. I asked what my purpose was. I’m pretty sure I probably asked know Him in the power of His resurrection and fellowship of His suffering πŸ—£. I know what I was talking about in Words, Words, Words firsthand.

But I’m so glad my Savior made some promises. In addition to those in the screenshot, He will take me up when my parents forsake me. Listen. All you need to know is this: That’s All They Know-Keep Building.

Oh. Now they are coming to me! I’m gonna be nice again. Lol. The rollercoaster of it all.

Matthew 28:20

Joshua 1:5

Isaiah 43:2. One of my absolute faves!

Richard Smallwood gifted us with a gem in these lyrics:

The hard thing about a relationship with God is the fact that we have never seen Him in person. We have to take people at their word about Him. Then we have to get in the Word to learn about Him. Then we have to experience some tough stuff to really get to know Him.

It is EASY to get caught up in the cares of life and forget. It takes work to have faithπŸ—£. It takes work to maintain salvation πŸ—£. It takes work to keep your eyes on Jesus and walk on miracles while the storms of life rage all around you (hey bestie boo Peter. You’d have to dig around these posts to understand. Hahahahaha. Also. πŸ—£).

I told someone this: life affects everything. It can be difficult to relate to a God we can’t see due to how we have had to relate to the people we can.

That’s why building altars is so vitally important. That’s why rehearsing our testimony is so important. I keep saying it. A test leads to a testimony that is a testament to who God is. We need to recall it and share it with others so they can make it through. πŸ—£ It’s in Revelation.

When we aren’t focused on the Savior we can become hopeless. That’s how and why Christian folk who we look up to and admire check out of life. I mean, God refused my requests. And I refused to do it myself. πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈπŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ

We gotta look for God in all we are experiencing. Sometimes it’s harder than others. But if you put the people out, it’s easier to hear and see Him.

Go be great. We have all the help you need. We’re waiting on us. Haha.

Leave. It. A. Lone.

Seriously. And the spacing was necessary. Even some πŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎ in between wouldn’t be overkill. Imagine it being said and the clapping. Cuz chiiiiii.

The Bible says to cast our cares because He cares for us. πŸ—£ is a Scripture for you to find to make sure I’m not just out here saying stuff.

Jesus was/is a master storyteller. I’m almost 100% certain He chose the original word for cast on purpose.

Some of his disciples were fishermen. πŸ—£He talked about us being fishers of men. πŸ—£

With that in mind, to cast a large, heavy net, or even just a line on a fishing rod/pole one is holding, I heard someone once say you have to throw VIOLENTLY. Like hard. With ALL you got. All the strength you can give it.

The point of fishing is to catch a fish. You have to patiently, oooooh I love where this is going, and quietly wait. You have to be still. You have to surrender to the process.

With pole/rod fishing people use all kinds of things to attract the fish. Some are…wow. Wait for it. Some are dead bugs and critters. Some are living critters. Some are plastic things that mimic fish or critters.

The work at Calvary, the sacrifice of the life of Jesus was messy and violent. Taking our issues to that same cross is just as messy and violent. But that’s okay. That’s the point.

The problem comes into play when we don’t leave them there. We throw it but then aren’t patient, quiet, or still.

Instead of using what many say is the best bait, something living or what was once dead, JESUS and His Word, we go find imitations. We go find substitutes that we think will get us the same results.

After denying Jesus and then knowing that He’s gone, Peter just gave up and went back to fishing. πŸ—£Ion blame my guy. I LOVE him. Lol.

I mean. Don’t we do the same thing? We mess up and we quit on God and ourselves. Someone lies about who we are. Because anything contrary to what God calls us (I have a draft about this titled Who Do You Love. I’ll probably forget to come back and link it. Apologies.) that we take in and take on is a LIE. And now that caused us to quit.

So now my guy is depressed. It doesn’t help that he can’t catch a fish to save his life. All. Of. A. Sudden. He hears someone ask if he has fish. πŸ—£

I went to check to make sure I was paraphrasing correctly. I forgot that Peter wasn’t fishing alone. This is wiiiiiiiild to me. These men trusted and knew Jesus. But because they could no longer see him, they didn’t keep up with what He had done and taught them.

Buuuuuuuut. Can I reaaaaaaally blame them? Their Rabbi was dead and they may have thought they were next.

Buuuuuuut stiiiiiiill. They could have built an altar. They could have given him a pep talk. They could have reminisced and waited expectantly. But nope. They joined the pity party.

That someone none of these people, who had been with Him for three and a half years who said He was coming back, recognized told Peter to change where his net was positioned after they said no to having fish. He did it. There were so many fish they couldn’t lift the net. πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ—£

FINALLY John told Peter it was Jesus. I went back to check again and man. One. Peter jumped in the water and swam ashore. πŸ—£

The same dude who almost drowned in the middle of the miracle jumped in the life source that is used to wash our sins and flow out of us by virtue of salvation in order to get to the One who gave His life to give us life eternally. Mkay. Chiii alot of this is all in the same chapter πŸ—£.

Two. He told them to put the net on the right side. Where he would eventually be seated in power on the throne beside God. I can’t.

I have no idea if I’m still on track. Sheesh.

Peter went back to what He knew in the absence of Jesus and the absence of keeping their time together alive in His life. He didn’t leave himself and what he did wrong at the cross. He picked it back up.

Thank God for the grace and mercy that flowed from the blood of Jesus. He had a chance to get it right. They had a conversation, some prayer. Peter was restored and his vision, his purpose, and who Jesus saw him as, not who he or anyone else saw him as.

If we have picked something we gave Jesus back up, His long-suffering, loving kindness wrapped in grace and mercy allows us to take it back to the cross. Cuz sometimes it’s a process. Go put it back and leave it alone.

Be great. You can. You should. He’ll help you. Us. Cuz someone is counting on it.

Stop Calling

For some reason, I’ve almost always taken issue with how much we talk about the devil/enemy/satan.

If you call someone’s name enough, blame them enough, they, or what is attached to them will surely come.

Could it be, that the breath of God in our lungs still attracts who Lucifer was to begin with?

Could it be that summoning him is an open invitation to do what he wants to do anyway?

Why don’t we see the glass as full of God?

Though it may be half full, half empty, or completely empty, faith says, my God, as long as there is still a glass there is still room for God to fill it.

There was a woman, I talked about her in a couple posts but we gone catch up with her again, whose husband died and the creditors were gonna take and enslave her sons.

Her husband hung out with Elisha. Chiiiii. Search for the Scripture πŸ—£ ref like I like to say. 😊

Now. She could have complained. She could have blamed everything and every one.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

But she knew who filled her glass.

She knew who was connected to the One who had the power to do ANYTHING but fail.

She sent word to Elisha. She dropped Elisha’s name to Elisha. She said my husband was one of yours.

When we drop the Word with The Word, He has NO choice but to respond.

John tells us a lot about the Word and the beginning. And God being the Word. πŸ—£

Isaiah tells us His Word won’t return void but accomplishes what He sends it to. πŸ—£

So. If we give the Word to The Word it’s like the Word is having a conversation with Himself. God is talking to Himself when we tell Him His Word with His breath in our lungs and His Spirit on the inside of us.

It’s kinda like when Jesus was praying to the Father asking if it were possible not to go to Calvary to the cross. πŸ—£He was talking to Himself.

Or like, shortly before He laid His life down, when He said Father forgive them. πŸ—£ He. Was. Talking. To. Himself.

So, Elisha sends word back and asks what he can do to help. What’s in her house?

She said all she had was a little bit of oil. Now, I wasn’t even gonna go look to see which post. But I have to link it. It Cost Her Something.

I can’t get lost in the sauce. Ugh. Here goes.

She said all she had was some olive juice. I mean olive oil. The anointing. I gotta keep going.

Just a little oil at that.

I mean. Come on. All you have for me is a question about what I have? What do YOU have?

You can’t be bothered to come yourself?

You can’t just call down manna or fire or something? That’s two different Scriptures.

Sis said none of that.

He told her to get all the pots she could from her neighbors and fill them. She did and ran out of pots.

She sent word to Elisha and he told her to sell the oil.

Oooooh Jesus!

The little bit of oil she had produced so much oil she was able to sell it and all was well. Das another Scripture about another woman who came in contact with Elisha. And a post already obvi. Two Things Can Be True.

The anointing made the difference. All she knew was she had this container of oil and access to a God who had been performing miracles.

But. The miracle wasn’t just handed to her.

She opened her mouth to the right person. Not another widow or friends and family with bad advice like Job.

She went to The Source.

Just opening her mouth and calling the right person wasn’t enough. She had to ACTIVELY participate in her miracle.

Faith without works is dead. πŸ—£ Sis already had a dead husband. Sis had no other choice but to operate in faith.

Could it be that, like Job, God offered our name to the enemy? πŸ—£ Nothing happens that God does not allow. (Some of this and the next line may be πŸ—£ too. I’m not gonna do ALL the work. Lol.)

Either by giving us free will or permitting the enemy.

Could it be that what is happening is because He knows He can trust us?

While God does not tempt us πŸ—£, in a round about way, we maaaaaaay be able to blame Him.

So, let’s call on the right Name. Ha.

Let’s blame the One who is at fault.

Let’s build an altar to remember and remind Him and us.

Cuz, in all honesty, that glass probably needs to be emptied, cleaned, and filled again. This is long enough. Do what you will on your own with that.

Go be great. We’re all counting on it.

There Is Still Life There

Yo. I decided to write this title and I think I subconsciously stole it from a sermon I just listened to. Help Lord. Lol. Not the title but something that was said.

So, I have this new plant. Pics below or it didn’t happen. Lol.

I had another one for like six years and it died when I moved several times in super quick succession.

I killed a couple succulents. It’s funny. Too much life (water) and plants die. Not enough life (water and the Spirit of God) and humans die.

I think I just got ahead of myself.

I moved, haha, and broke one of the leaves. Before I moved, a new bud started sprouting and is THRIVING. I actually moved right after I got the plant.

I KNOW I sound crazy. I had another plant that died and then bought one right before moving. And then moved again.

When I went to the store I asked for a plant that was hard to kill.

This thing’s description has steel in the name and is native to Africa.

I was really bummed that I broke the leaf. Or whatever you call the thang. I didn’t pull it up and disturb the rest of the plant.

But. I knew from other things that grow in dirt or water, if you put it in its environment and leave it alone, as long as it has what it would normally take to grow, it will get roots and it will be like nothing ever happened. My goodness.

I may as well go ahead and talk about the message. He was talking about multiple chances to do what we were created to do.

He talked about the fig tree the owner wanted to cut down.

He gave a lil hope. He said that sure, the tree could get cut down. But as long as the trunk and the roots are there, there is still life. Growth can still take place.

We have made mistakes. We have felt like we were disqualified.

We were out of place, moving around, and something died in one season.

We should take the lesson and be different in this season.

And should we make a mistake, be disappointed but don’t give up. Don’t overcompensate or spin out or just give into it, messing up all the rest of what we’re doing well.

Take the mistake and put it in with the rest of it and allow it to grow.

And we know ALL things work together for good. Scripture time folks!

Not some.

All.

Go see Insecurities & Disqualifications and What Do You See if you need proof.

Like people say, let God be God.

He knew who we would be and what we would do and STILL chose the cross.

Like my former Sunday School teacher said, when He sees us He sees the blood veil of Jesus. He sees the sacrifice. He sees the grace.

Go be great. Someone is counting on it!

Look. Don’t Touch.

I think I just saw the manifestation of a prayer I have prayed since I was a teenager.

Over 20 years.

I believe I heard God.

Trouble is, I made it up before. Multiple times. I thought I heard Him and He answered me.

But that was just me trying to help Him. Trying to make it happen.

Or it was the enemy distracting me.

It is honestly different this time.

But part of me doesn’t trust it cuz I know me.

I get excited and think I’ve arrived. Only to discover that it was just a stop on the journey.

I’m grateful for it all. Including the mistakes. I wouldn’t change it or me.

But. I’ve been in so much of what I’m in right now before that I am having to be still, quiet(er) (the struggle!), and so careful. So dependent. So reliant.

I CANNOT afford a mistake. I CANNOT afford a setback.

This is an interesting catch 22. I can’t be afraid and get stuck.

It would have been easy for the children of Israel to just give up and quit the last time they walked around Jericho before the wall fell. Not to mention the last move they made before entering the Promised Land.

They had done the same thing over and over and over. They watched people die and never experience the promise.

They could have been resigned, given over to, accepting of the fact that they would go the way of rhe others, the same way they had been going.

But. Whew. Here comes Big God.

He runs Joshua His resume. He runs the children of Israel His resume. Cuz sometimes we have to be reminded. Sometimes we don’t build the altar. Or we forget the altar we built.

Yoooooooooo. Every battle, captivity, provision, all that happened, by their hand in complaint and lack of faith, and what God allowed, prepared them for rhe manifestation. Ya know. That Romans 8:28 or whatever.

If they didn’t have experience being brought out of Egypt, they wouldn’t, and often didn’t, know that God would bring them to where they were going.

If they had never crossed the Red Sea, how would they know they could cross the Jordan?

Man I needed this for me.

Tye Tribbet sang this:

If He did it before
He can do it again
Same God right now
Same God back then

In the words of Randy Weston & Judah Band “facts” πŸ€£πŸ˜‚.

I gotta trust Him. I gotta keep moving. So, we’re just gonna keep building the resume. We’re just gonna keep building altars.

If I’m wrong, tis another lesson.

What I do know is that I’m bout to do what Mary Mary said: “you wanna get what you never got gotta do something that you never done”.

I’m going to behave contrary to how I did when it was just me and I made mistakes. Every instinct I’ve had, I’ve gotta do a 180.

Chiiii. It’s a 180. Not a 360. 360 puts you back where you started boss. That has always vexed me. πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

Go be great. Someone is counting on it.

Oh.

Trust God.

New New

he can take the old thing and make it new again

renewed mind

renewed spirit

old wine new bottles

I left these notes. Cuz I started this as a draft daaaaaaaays ago. And the man of God was all in it at the end of the sermon SIX days later.

Like. I talked to multiple ppl and we agreed that he was in the business.

I posed a question on my Instagram story (I have a love hate-mostly hate-relationship with social media so ain’t no need in trying to find me. Cuz there is only fleeting story content. Lol.

The question I posed was “a clear indication you have spent time with God? Your words and thoughts show up with people who weren’t present when they came to you.” That’s another post for another time. Or never. Lol. I can’t keep up.

I put this down and came back after the six days later. The thought I had upon remembering concerns the bottles.

Oh boy. Something different just hit. But first.

No new wine in old bottles.

Sometimes we can’t take the newness of who we are, our relationship with Jesus, our revelation of who He is, to old places.

Some of my, I would say our like I do but I may be wrong about you, frustration in life has come from loving and wanting to be in relationship with people who just couldn’t handle my wine in their bottles.

So, I’m walking around in my feelings breaking their bottles. I have tried all I can do to ensure the bottles don’t break.

I even chose to mix old wine with my new.

Shoot. At times I just put old wine in the bottles.

So many times around the mountain in the wilderness that could have been avoided. I said could cuz I needed every trip. No drop was wasted. No losses only lessons. I am right on time.

Now for what was good to me.

In the Old Testament, they used animals as blood sacrifices. This foreshadowed, foretold, gave an example of who and what Jesus would be. Old wine.

In the New Testament, as I discussed elsewhere per my person who blogs here, Jesus had to use what they were familiar with to show who He was. New blood. New wine.

But. Here. Is. The. Thing.

It was familiar in that it was wine, blood. But it was so different, so new, that He was just breaking bottles everywhere.

I find it so intentional, beautiful, comforting, all the positive words, that the absolute FIRST miracle that Jesus performed was turning water into wine.

First. He submitted to the authority of his earthly mother. He told her it wasn’t time. He could have truly acted on that. But I think there was a lesson in there for us. I’m gonna let you tease that out for yourself. πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ˜Š

Second. He took a life source, water, and turned it into wine, blood, evidence of a sacrifice.

He is the life source that turned into a sacrifice evidenced by the blood that ran down Calvary’s hill.

Lastly, the new wine, my Goooooood!, that showed up was better than what was put out to begin with.

The person in charge commented and said so. He said the ppl usually put out the good stuff first, get the ppl drunk (ok I may have added that. Go check and see. Lol.), and then put out the bad stuff.

The blood of lambs and goats and rams and whatever else the law of the Old Testament required as a sacrifice simply was not working where God’s relationship with His children was concerned.

He needed some new wine. He needed a way to relate to His people better.

So. He. Chose. Himself.

I would love to run around and holler off of that sentence. Ion know if whew or sheesh is better.

And not only was this new wine for the old people, ha! ooooh, it was for new people too.

Gaaaaaaaaaaah. This next part.

What was once a private, members only, paid, reserve label was now available to everyone.

Cuz the promise made to Abraham required evidence of Covenant on the part of every man.

You confused? You know I’m gonna help you. Lol.

After Abraham had spent time getting to know God and following His voice, being reminded of the promise, goll-lee, while being provided for so He could trust what he couldn’t see, God instructed him to circumcise every male alive and going forward.

Oh look. One of the examples I mentioned.

They had to cut skin and bleed to come into agreement with the promise God made.

He was wounded for MY, okay our, transgressions.

They whipped our beautiful Savior and made Him bleed. They cut Him.

They put a crown of thorns on His head and made Him bleed. Theu cut him.

They nailed His right wrist and made Him bleed. They cut Him.

They nailed his left wrist and made Him bleed. They cut Him.

They nailed both of his ankles and made Him bleed. They cut Him.

When they wanted to make sure what looked to them like death but was in actuality Him laying down His life for us, they pierced Him in His side. They cut Him.

But He didn’t just bleed.

As a sign, a fulfillment of the old where it said they wouldn’t break a bone in His body, of the new wine, blood and water flowed from His side.

Oh my gosh. Hold on.

Life and wine came out of that new wine bottle and destroyed the old one. There was physical proof. The earth quaked and rhe veil in the temple tore.

The old wine wasn’t thrown out. It was modified and enhanced to make room for a better one.

I said hold on because I thought I was going somewhere based on what I heard here but had to be sure.

He said Adam and Eve’s relationship mirrors ours with God.

But first. Another old example of what Jesus did.

To cover their nakedness, the knowledge they got into that required us to experience sin, as illuminated (um revealed?), in one of the best messages I have EVER heard about communion, he said God had to kill an animal, a sacrifice that dropped blood, to cover them up.

Much like the wine that is the blood of Jesus takes care of our sin today.

Eve was taken from Adam’s ribs. We have ribs on the side of our body. In order to make new wine, and have, oof, a new vineyard, to create the Church, a surgery similar to the first Adam, took place on Jesus. A cut similar to the one on Abraham, who received the first relational promise, took place on Jesus.

Yo. This is so good! But I gotta go. I’ve stayed long enough.

Go be great. We all we got. We need it.

Oh. Some of that stuff up top is Scripture. 😊

What To Do

What if nobody is willing to help us get where we’re going?

What if every time we ask for help, nobody responds or they are barely of assistance?

What do we do when we align our faith with what we saw but have no idea when, how, or where to work it?

Consult the Father and be still.

Cuz it may not be time.

Or He may be sending ua to do it ourselves however it needs to be done to get it done. So He can get all the glory and they can get none of the credit.

We should spend more time looking for God in difficult situations and less time seeking people’s help.

Yes we need people. People are often invaluable. But we have to find the right ones not just the obvious ones.

There is a miracle in the struggle, in the process. We discover more about God.

But we also discover so much about ourselves.

Our growth and where we need to mature.

Our strength and the weakness that perfects His strength (that back half is a Scripture to look up).

If we trust God with the faith to get us to the end, we gotta trust Him in the process.

I’m gonna keep saying it. David wasn’t made king once he was finally seated on the throne. It was a process. And buddy didn’t always act like he was a king (or a man after God’s heart) after he got there.

Acknowledge and include God as we get there and after we get there. It would be terrible to forget who God is and forfeit our promised land after all of our work (Moses) or be unable to fulfill our heart’s desire (David) because we were in our feelings or out of place.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on you!

I Didn’t Survive. I Overcame.

Survival, to me, means I suffered, I struggled, I was at death’s door and almost didn’t make it.

Overcoming, again, to me, means I had a lil situation. It was hard. It was difficult. My victory, success was never in question. I just didn’t know how or when at times. But I always KNEW I would come out better, stronger, and defeat what thought it would kill me.

It’s cute and cliche to say I survived, I’m a survivor.

But, to me, there is a difference in language and posture.

Survive says hope was lost.

Overcame says I had a Savior who walked with me. Maybe He carried me. But my faith in Him anchored me to the conclusion that I had no choice but to overcome.

We had Bible study in the park and so much of what I’ve been writing came up. But the overarching thing was watch your mouth, watch your thoughts, and watch your heart.

Oh. Those are the things I mean when I use the word posture.

And there is Scripture to back up overcoming. Sumn bout a testimony. It’s in Revelation.

But. Like I’ve said. A test leads to a testimony that is a testament to who God is. It is a place to build an altar.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on it.