When people try and talk you out of a relationship … Jesus!!

Over the past years I have had these people who insist of attacking Jesus try to talk me out of him. 

The Muslim who says he is not the way. That he is merely a prophet who is not The Son of God.

Or the Jehovah’s witnesses who told me that he is Michael the archangel.

Or the man who was trying to talk me into believing in Egyptian gods and spewed open disdain and hate towards Jesus.

What? Do you mean??

I have my own relationship with him.Matthew shows how when Jesus was choosing his dies cooked he chose them. He called out to them and said come with me. They listened.

I have been listening. Learning and loving  Jesus. 

I don’t know about anyone else but when someone is trying to talk bad about a person to me, or their interaction with them, it makes me want to get to know them for myself. Because that person may nt have something for the person talking bad about them, but they may have something for me. And what if I miss out on what they have for me because I choose to make them my enemy because of some silly rules about loyalty to man. 

Your enemy is not my enemy. Gods enemy is my enemy. I am not loyal to man. I am loyal to God. And whomever he sends me to, I go. Whomever he wants me to encourage I will. Whomever he wants me to give to I will. And sometimes I go ahead of God and speak out of turn. And I promise something to a person I can’t give. And thank God he allows me to see how people respond to me when I have nothing to give them. Because he knows when I have a lot I give without reserve!

Now I am here. With Jesus. Walking and following. And my life is changing. The pain from the last is going away. I am releasing the hurts. My addictions are gone. My body is being held and kept. I choose to live holy. I love those who treat me bad. I am living for God. I don’t follow rules of man. If God doesn’t say that’s the rule I need to follow. But when he places me under leadership I follow those rules. Because I love Him. 

Oh the old me is dead. I won’t even reminisce or think about how I would’ve reacted before.

See. Change is something only Jesus can give me. If I have been placed in his hand by God my Father, then he knows how to give me what I need in order to get the changes I need in life. 

So. Maybe just maybe. When people try and talk you out of down thing it’s because they don’t want you to form your own opinion. 

Like I was talked out of, forbidden actually, to go into a church all my life.

Oh. What a life I would have had had I believed those people. Still drinking. smoking nearly a pack of cigarettes daily. blowing trees like the breeze. new boyfriends, because after being with a man for almost four years and having my heart broken, and then experiencing pains that as a young woman protected from in long term relationships I never knew, Giving my heart away for another long term relationship was by in the plans. Sadness, depression this time of year missing my mother and father. Overeating and emotional eating. The list goes on.

But once I started this new life and walk with Jesus, he stripped these things off me. I brought him my tattered rags. And he is giving me the new magnificent apparel to wear. Righteousness, peace, love, joy, self control, mildness, goodness, faithfulness, kindness, FORBEARANCE! 

  
My God!! All this time I have been looking for cars and houses, husbands and diamonds, furs and clothing. Shoes and boots. Gidgets and gadgets. But God!!

He has been giving me all this good stuff on the inside to share with others. Those other things are just for me. 

How selfish!

But love, I can share. Kindness I can give away. Self control has people wondering what is keeping me so calm when everyone around me is screaming and calling me names. Calling my momma names too. 

Oh but Jesus!

And that’s why. It’s important to form your own opinions. Because only God knows who is supposed to be in our lives. 

Lean not on my own understanding. Or someone else’s perceptions. But God! Give Him glory in all things. Even in our interpersonal relationships. 

So I will. Walking in love. I will!

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Sharks in water, God be my boat

I have been looking for my uncle.

I know he struggles with some things. After a couple of situations left him in a state of depravity, he was never the same.

If I feed strangers, how can I not find family who may be hungry?

So on break. Asking the group of men who sit in an area of a place I know he frequents and they know him. As the wine bibbler, one says to me. 

We can choose our friends, but can’t choose our family.

I see him. I’m watching him interact. I could shed tears that flow rivers of feeling into a changed heart waiting for more new growth. But I stand still. I’m strength, embodied.

Sometimes family leaves one by the way side. Sometimes they watch your demise. Sometimes they speak on it. And never do anything to help as if they hoped for it.

Anyway.

I tell him who I am and he hugs me. A dirty coat with wine stains, stench of urine and I’m saddened. Why do people get left behind? Do they want to be? Have they felt such a hurt and pain to believe they no longer deserve better?

Anyway. I’m talking with him and a man, large in belly and stature approaches, tries to interrupt.

I ignored him. He persists. I shut him down. I let him know it is rude to interrupt. I’m sure he sees the outer man and feels he can disrespect him but I don’t care who I am talking to. When my attention is on that person, it’s on that person, and I don’t like for others to intrude on that. I was firm but kind. No hint of a smile, lest he think I was playing. 

Simple rules of respect.

But the man doesn’t like that. As I bring my uncle his tray, the man gets to subtly threatening me. Telling me I should watch who I talk to because I don’t know who people are and what associations they are connected to.

I know organizations like to use clout. But Jesus. That’s who I know.

Well. Sir. I say. I believe it is rude to interrupt another person while they are having a conversation. 

I don’t scare easily I continue. I serve a God. 

I have had guns pointed at me. Cars ricocheting at mine. Been in a few unsafe places I placed myself in. But God saved me then. You can’t scare me, because God got me. Then I speak on Jesus. 

He then starts spewing hate towards Jesus. Stomping the ground. Talking about we killed him before, we will do it again. I heard people like this existed. I just never met a real live one. Then he gets to talking about Osirus and Other Egyptian gods. 

Of course I rebuke the devil. I apply and plead the blood of Jesus. 

But I see the hollowed out darkness around his eyes. I see something in him that wickedness has a hold on. I am not moved.

The more he tries to convince me of why I should watch the movies that provide insight, and read the books the angrier he gets, the calmer I stay.

God keeps me stayed in perfect peace.

My uncle can’t even enjoy his food  for jumping up trying to defend me. But it’s alright. Fear not. I haven’t been given a spirit of fear but of power love and a sound mind!

God got me!

Fortunately for me I only get a thirty minute break on Sundays and my bus was coming so I broke free. 

I looked back at two men lost in their darkness, both refusing to accept what Jesus did to save us. 

I don’t need to get angry anymore. Or fold in shame or condemnation from my past life. I have no need to worry or fear. God told me when I read Joshua to go and be bold and courageous. The word is alive. It still speaks today.

And like I told the man. I don’t get my information from man, nor trust any man. I trust God and He shows me who he has entrusted to give me information. Because. I will ask God to show me if the information is true. And He does. 

Leaning not on my own understanding I humble myself to ask God to clarify. And He will! And I am blessed!!

Pi. Π. Mc2. Still figuring it out!

I keep on watching The Life of Pi.

I used to think I missed out on the world. Because I grew up in a hidden religion. And because I left traditional school after the first semester of 9th grade.

No. I just got the chance to be schooled by life by the people God allowed to come into my life.

Much like Pi, I spent almost my young adulthood looking for God. I gave up for a minute after He didn’t heal my mother. Thank God he allowed a seed to be implanted in my belly. She gave me new life and new hope and a new search for Him!

Anyway after I left the religion in my youth, I was constantly looking for the love I knew God had for me that I couldn’t feel. 

I knew God couldn’t be as cruel as the people in the religion were to misquote a scripture that had them not even speaking when the bible says don’t associate. As in keep close company.

It’s alright. They keep changing their minds. Almost like they keep changing dates on the worlds ending. But we know the bible says all it takes is for a prophet to be wrong once to be false.

So I met a Muslim man. Fell in love but could not get past my personal belief that Jesus was not merely a prophet. I felt too deeply Everytime I read about his death to believe that him being a prophet would touch me that deeply. He had to be my creator I reasoned with my guy.

Besides. I didn’t want to wear hijab. 

Vain then. But I cover my head now just when I want intimate time with God. In prayer while I am out and about, and I know people tend to stare at me curiously. Sometimes.

Then. I moved out of my mothers home. After some coercing. And met a Buddhist lady. The chants never made me feel at ease.

Besides with all these religions I couldn’t stop doing me in the form of sexual impurity or stop smoking.

But here years later. With a relationship with God, if I do wrong I am immediately convicted. I love Him so much.

It’s like a relationship with anyone. 

When my daughter asked me not to lick my tongue out at her even though I’m just playing. She don’t like it so now I make a conscious effort to not do what she doesn’t like.

That can only come with a personal relationship. One where I have seen Him work in my life. He’s been courting me all my life. That’s how I know what to expect from anyone else that comes along.

If you want me, you’ll pursue me like God did. And mean it. That’s the only way a man can love a woman as Christ loves the church. 

He is unrelentless in his pursuit of loving us.

So. Because He loves me I try to do whatever He asks me. And work toward being better daily.

It’s not easy. I wish it were. Then we wouldn’t have to work for social justice, or cry about why the media is not showcasing the fact that almost a million black people and supporters are in Washington DC. People and their hearts can only be changed by coming to Jesus. I am a believer. 

IF you ask me what my religion is I will tell you I am a believer. A believer that God is a Father. He has a Son my savior. And the spirit of my Savior is the Holy Spirit. 

Besides the only religion that is acceptable to God our Father is the one where we take care of orphans and widows. So if you are not taking care of those who have been left behind and need help, no judgement. God has plenty of that waiting for you.

Without this three in one package deal I’d be rolling my B right now, backwoods please they burn longer. With a fifth of light liquor. I don’t like dark. Somewhere turning up on a Saturday and my daughter sitting with grandma looking at me like why, mama, why?

But I’ve chosen to accept the love of God. It makes me happy.

Starting this next level in my stage of happiness I pray I will walk in more obedience.

I pray the same for you.

Happy People 

This morning I watched an encounter with a mom and daughter.

The daughter was bubbly and talking to her mom excitedly.

The mom was scowling visibly, so she immediately hushed the child and began to redirect her attention to a game on the phone.

Overheard.

Famous television star seems phony and fake.

Do you know how persuasive women are?

Like in the bible it was Eve who convinced Adam to eat the fruit. Delilah who talked Samson out of his trade secrets. Rahab even convinced the men who knocked at her door that she wasn’t hiding the Israelite spies.

Women have powerful influence over good and bad.

So a whole group of women talking about another woman could be pretty convincing for those who are working to have strength in character. Those people who are proactive in getting to know to form their own opinion. Or those who just want to be neutral. 

That’s not the norm.

So I did my own research. Watched a couple of clips. She just so happens to be sexy, beautiful, funny, and confident and perkily happy.

Did I mention she is stunningly gorgeous?

Why do women seem to find fault with pretty women? What have they done so bad to that woman personally? Why is their happy nature considered to be phony? Sometimes our experiences in life even the bad ones are based on our outlook on the world. Maybe she sees the world with an eye of beauty. 

A glass half full kinda girl.

I watched her the night the women talked about her seeing her beauty. And then the next day on my own with no opinions around and she seemed even more personable. 

This selfie society.

This society of self.

Everyone wants to outshine everyone else. And if there is a way in which another can’t possibly outshine you that person becomes a problem. Or an enemy. An enemy to the facts that one doesn’t like themselves enough to find the beauty in others without comparing it to themselves.

The hiding face makeup society.

Everybody wants to be a housewife society, but don’t nobody want to give up the whorish mindset to be one.

The I gotta take what’s yours society instead of finding my own. Because if you’re pretty and I get something that belongs to you then I must be pretty by default society.

It’s that. It could have been me syndrome everywhere. When something bad happens to people they seek attention on the it could have been me clause. 

So when they see something that they want to be. Then obviously it couldn’t be them and it seems to be a reason to dislike. 

When people take constant selfies do they really want people to see them? Or validate them. 

If you haven’t gotten a new hairstyle then I still remember you are just as lovely as the last picture!

All I know. Is nothing. What ever God sees fit to make known to me. So I don’t know why women treat some women the way they do. I watched it happening to my mother her whole life.

So.

The next time someone comes up to me with a negative comment about another woman I am going to look at the woman in front of me. Then recall the woman they are speaking negatively against. And then say oh.

Maybe it’s a correlation. Just maybe. But whatever it is. It’s not for me to indulge in. Anymore. 

If you talking to me about someone, that’s not love. So go tell her.

The world had made a coward out of us hiding behind computer screens and sneak dissing with sideways facebook and Instagram posts. We are a generation of 50 cents without the courage to say the person we are talking about name.

So. Love. Love of others start with self. And we really see the world as we see ourselves.

So that’s why I keep looking for those who have a positive happy outlook on life. 

They make the world go round. The right way.

On tigers and whatnot

Day 33

I watched  The Life of Pi today.

I used to think I missed out on the world. Because I grew up in a hidden religion. And because I left traditional school after the first semester of 9th grade.

No. I just got the chance to be schooled by life,  by the people God allowed to come into my life.

Much like Pi, I spent almost my young adulthood looking for God. I gave up after He didn’t heal my mother. Just for a season of realizing how ugly life could be without him. Maybe I’ll share that one day but for now. 

After I left the religion I was constantly looking for the love I knew God had for me that I didn’t feel after being kicked out at 18. See my own mother was not even allowed to have many interactions with me. Her sister would call the house phone and not even greet me just ask to speak to her. 

I knew God couldn’t be so cruel.

So I met a Muslim man. Fell in love but could not get past my personal belief that Jesus was not merely a prophet. I felt too deeply Everytime I read about his death to believe that him being a prophet would touch me that deeply. He had to be my creator I reasoned with my guy.

Besides. I didn’t want to wear hijab. 

Vain then. But I cover my head now just when I want intimate time with God. In prayer while I am out and about, and I know people tend to stare at me curiously. Sometimes.

Then. I moved out of my mothers home. After some coercing. And met a Buddhist lady. The chants never made me feel at ease.

Besides with all these religions I couldn’t stop doing me in the form of sexual impurity or stop smoking.

But here years later. With a relationship with God, if I do wrong I am immediately convicted. I love Him so much.

It’s like a relationship with anyone. 

When my daughter asked me not to lick my tongue out at her even though I’m just playing. She doesn’t like it so now I make a conscious effort to not do what she doesn’t like.

You tend to want to please the one you love!

That can only come with a personal relationship. One where I have seen Him work in my life. He’s been courting me all my life. That’s how I know what to expect from anyone else that comes along.

If you want me, you’ll pursue me like God did. And mean it. That’s the only way a man can love a woman as Christ loves the church. 

He is unrelentless in his pursuit of loving us.

So. Because He loves me I try to do whatever He asks me. And work toward being better daily.

It’s not easy. I wish it were. Then we wouldn’t have to work for social justice, or cry about why the media is not showcasing the fact that almost a million black people and supporters are in Washington DC. People and their hearts can only be changed by coming to Jesus. I am a believer. 

IF you ask me what my religion is I will tell you I am a believer. A believer that God is Father. He has a Son my savior. And the spirit of my Savior is the Holy Spirit. 

Besides the only religion that is acceptable to God our Father is the one where we take care of orphans and widows. So if you are not taking care of those who have been left behind and need help, no judgement. God has plenty of that waiting for you.

Without this three in one package deal I’d be rolling my B right now, backwoods please they burn longer. With a fifth of light liquor. I don’t like dark. Somewhere getting ready to turn up saying good night to my daughter with her and grandma looking at me like why, mama, why?

But I’ve chosen to accept the love of God. It makes me happy.

See I’ve come to realize just like Pi did that some people will bring the worst out in you. You become a monster to fight with the ones hiding under your bed, that wind up in your bed from time to time.

But now. I don’t have to be the monster when God is fighting all my battles. 

So I stay close.

Starting this next level in my stage of happiness I pray I will walk in more obedience.

I pray the same for you.

No fear

I used to wonder how did I get into an abusive relationship.

He knew I didn’t want to be alone. And he knew I was afraid of mice.

And you know how old buildings sometimes can be. Their idea of exterminating was setting down oversized sticky traps. Of which I couldn’t handle the squeaking. 

Guess who was of mice and men?

These days though.

I can set my own trap. 

Last winter grandma held the mouse down with the broom while I beat him with a bottle.

Sorry.

Cruelty to animals I know.

But I can’t share my space with them, because they are downright disrespectful.

Rattling paper. Eating my food. Running inside walls.

I’m trying to sleep for goodness sake.

These days. All my weaknesses have to be taken care of. I will not allow fear to get me to invite someone into my life that I know will not be a good fit even as a friend. 

Fear of being broke? Here comes the CTA bus driver trying to shoot his shot after my friendly joking nature asked if I could bring A shopping cart on the bus. No, you can’t be my sugar daddy. Yes, I see your wedding ring. 

These old school money makers seem to like meat on bones? Or is it for cuffing/cuddling season? Confident strides with thick thighs these days are for the glory of God. To go where He sends me. To show love to whom he wants me to love.

So no, thank you. No banking with you. God is still my provider these six weeks off without pay, treating this sciatic nerve.

Fear of being alone? Well yes. Every guy and his brother is going to come along and tell you everything you thought you wanted to hear.

That’s why I offend. And ignore. If you for real, you will persist. And forgive. Because any relationship for an extended period of time is bound to have disagreements. If you are willing to walk away now, thanks for the two weeks notice. Like jobs with revolving doors, someone will be to fit your shoes sooner than later. And later, if not sooner.

Nope. God said He would never leave me nor forsake me! How can I be lonely and believe God too? Isn’t He good enough. His company shows me how to enjoy myself. How to find myself. How to enjoy myself before meeting someone else. 

So I won’t be that one who never has any fresh ideas about something fun to do.

I’m a Spring, Early April, baby. I have this fresh, youth filled outlook on life. As an adult, I still love to be silly and have fun!

Fear of the unknown. People be so worried that they will never find. Or that everyone else is. That they don’t trust that when God is done  preparing:  He will present.

Like I told the man in the furniture store today. I can’t understand why people choose the first thing they come to. Shop. Without using your body to do so. Use your mind. Let it sit and marinate and find the best fit. For you. Everyone else might not like it because it’s not for them. 

But you’ve never been like the people pleasing crowd.

Who changed you? Who did you give permission to rearrange you? I thought God was getting ready to prepare you for such a time as..

Yeah. Patience my dear caterpillar. Be wise. Because there is always a bird looking for prey. And sometimes when we forget to pray to God our Father about His will; we end up in places where we never imagined we would be.

But God. Gives second and sometimes third chances. Sometimes.

So. No fear. I have power. Love and a sound mind. The Lord is my rock. My fortress. My strong tower. Who should I fear? 

Nah. The other way around. Fear God. Keep His commands.

Knowing that obedience is better than sacrifice. Because He will straighten out crooked paths. The God of new things. Will renew somethings in you as well!

if money grew on trees

what type of world would it be?

no one would ever have a need to compete, work too hard, everyone would be able to rest, peacefully?

i wonder if we would be like Cuba.

Access to healthcare and education for all people.

Maybe Ive said too much. I didnt mean it America. Capitalism is..

designed to tear apart families, make friends envious, create competitions in life and make classism the worst ism to have to battle against.

Sorry Kanye. You were wrong. George Bush didnt not like Black people. He didnt like poor people.

While hooded young men die in the streets lawyers know their families probably don’t have enough for lawyers, and because every hamster on the wheel trying to get the cheese, nobody feels like stopping what they are doing to collaborate with another to make things any bettter.

and textbook revolutionaries be all talk, down for the cause but also down for mysogeny.

Sounds like an oxymoron. How can you be for downgrading the women who hold nations in thier bellies.

in Pac’s words, hate the ladies that make the babies?

Still, all these years later.

Well if the love of money is the root of all evil and God has told me to hate what is bad, then I’d hate to love something which is only designed to give me necessities, and sometimes wants.

But I should never have to neglect him in doing so.

Especially since he is my provider and my source.

I have found that when you have meaningful interactions with people it makes the need for useless things unnecessary. 

So today. I laughed. Chatted a little with two different sets of groups of women. Sharing our perspective on life, allowing each other an opportunity to let our voice be heard about things that matter to us and not superficial things was refreshing. 

Not only was it refreshing it was intentional.

and intentional leads to creativity of thought. Thinking opens doors that one can only imagine.

maybe thats why this is a microwave society. Quick solutions dont give sound  resolution for others to obtain dissolution of problems. We cant hear our reality, for the blare of nonsense filling speakers, and tv shows that violate every code of ethics and morality.

I’m not french, but cest la vie.

I cant help change anyone elses world until i first change myself and have solid solutions as to how I achieved success with dealing with some of the issues I have faced.

I fought demons. I am a warrior Queen. I kept wondering why in some of my battles I could not win. Well I just found my belt of truth. It was hidden on my fathers death certificate with an understanding to why my personality is so addictive.

I get addicted to people, and thats why someone once told me to stop giving my ether away when one of my female friends got mad when I was no longer giving her the attention i gave her before this older long time friend came around. i treat people like I really need them, beccause for those moments they are in my life I really do need them, before overcoming addiction.

I’m still in recovery.

measured doses of everything.

So I’ve been off five weeks with no pay.

and no I didnt have to be nice to former frineds who like to show me commas in net pays. I didn’t have to downgrade my dignity. My daughter and I havent been hungry. whatever our circumstances God saw fit to keep us covered for this season. A time of resting in Him. A time of seeing the world through eyes of love from a formerly angry, bitter and full of rage individual.

And as I walk in stores just to browse and have conversations with random strangers whom I may never see again I realize how blessed I am.

It has never been about things. but about feelings.

And living a life of happiness, choosing happiness, choosing love over hate is such a blessing.

It is only in love that we can create seeds that leave lasting impressions.

You will always know a tree by the fruit it bears!

These dudes yo

I never seem to understand why people feel like because you once had chemistry, once that bond is severed the bond can come back to life later.
I love me. Now. In a way I never knew how to before. And since I love others as I love myself they get an awesome experience in love. However, just because I love does not mean I am willing to stay and allow people who are working towards uplifting and encouraging behavior and wanting to speak positive words a comfortable space in the inner place in my life.

Until they go through the process. 

I love me enough to hold on to what’s best for me. Hopefully, teaching others to do the same eventually.

See I don’t return to the relationship when ties are severed for a reason.

There was a tie broken and we left it there.

No we cannot pick it up later.

And if my feelings were hurt, trust will be relearned. I hand out trust according to actions and behavior. It’s levels. So it must again be earned.

Besides, if you truly want someone, you are willing to surmount every obstacle.

This loving nature yo. 

I guess guys feel like I could be the one. But if they are not ready because when they chose me they thought it was only going to be a physical attraction, they are almost always surprised to begin peeling the layers.

  
They get to peeling the layers of my mind, reminding me I am unlike anyone they’ve ever met. 

And since they were not planning on staying for the long haul and want to explore ‘life’ before they settle down, I get left behind. I guess the stories of my forgiving nature make them believe my love, which is usually hard, will still be here months later.

Sorry. So sorry. I can be friends with almost all my exes, the ones that are not hiding secrets they don’t want me to tell. But I can Be friends. That doesn’t mean that things will ever be the same as it was when we were dating.

I had to explain this to someone recently. Instead of just sticking around hoping it will one day be as it once was, he asked.

I told the truth. 

And he felt he shouldn’t have to work for the renewed trust in our friendship. But I know my worth now. It’s like giving a mine of rubies away just because I want to be nice.

And it’s not about money.

I can’t be bought. Even being off work without pay for a few weeks. No matter how many commas in the take home pay of check stubs, I still give loyal people an invitation into my inner circle. I forgive. I’ll even check up on a person, a few times a year. 

Insanity is doing the same thing. Over and over again expecting different results.

Warnings always come before destruction!

So walking in my truth. And walking alongside wisdom. That means I give everyone I meet a fresh new chance to be. I dont compare or believe they will treat me the same as others once did. I give everyone their own opportunity to be their own person. 

  
So. Deuces up. The flip side. To the back like hats and knapsacks. I only have time for happiness and joy. And those who have shown their true colors was given the go ahead to go away by God in the first place. It’s Now it’s time to be a wise woman loving self and finding Gods best people to share life with me.

That seems rather simple. So I continue to press toward the mark of the higher calling. Leaving and laying aside every weight that hinders me from recieving all God has for me!

And that is definitely a reason to celebrate!!

life lessons

Day 23

Today my daughter had a play date. I was able to explain to her some things about friendship.

I wrote her a poem reminding her of her worth. After she left the park crying I let her hear it. 

Words are powerful. God bless those who use them to upbuild and not tear others down.

I cooked fried green tomatoes for my granny. So much love I put in those green tomatoes.

I’m learning how to cook Pinto Beans. It’s fall so fall meals are the kind to stick to your ribs. 

I’m in cutting season. 

I had green tomatoes say you, but we won’t even talk about the healthy stuff I did have.

I walked away from two toxic people. I love me enough to continually ask God for his best people. So when people want to leave there is no reason to try and make them stay. 

I laughed with my sister. I am my mothers only child but God saw fit to give me a couple of people who love my silly quirky self. And who ride just cause.

And I have learned contentment. 

In that process I have learned the secret behind praying without ceasing.

Life is always handing out lessons. How often do we sit still and go through what some call the process to get the lesson learned. 

I’m sitting. Resting in God. That means I get free time to read his word, I get to pray without ceasing and share of His goodness with others! 

All the while hiding in His arms the safe place He had created.

Praise God!

And what a reason to be happy!

Short and sweet

There is always a reason to find joy in the little things.

‘Cause to be victorious, you must find glory in the little things.’~ Janelle Monae

The little things.

Like having the door held open for my daughter and I.

Like getting a call to fund me, I didn’t even have to ask. I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken, nor their seed BEG for bread. 

I ask my father. He moves the hearts of men.

I knocked on doors until I got what I needed. Footwork is not light work. Making moves to get things done. 

Faith without works is dead. It’s not easy but it’s worth it.

And then when I was looking at the scale that was up fifteen pounds since last month and looked at myself, my daughter told me that I was still beautiful.

She knows I was just bulking!

   
 
Next month is cutting season.

So.

It shall get better. This month just taught me that God is always taking care of me. He has not forgotten me. And just when I think I have to make a sacrifice, here He comes with a ram in the bush. 

But I was willing. To give up something valuable. To recieve little worth. And here comes God.

I spent my evening on the way home encouraging a transgender male becoming female as she was angrily saying the people who stabbed her up, two months ago, were going to get it. I reminded her vengeance is the Lords.

And the young man on the train platform. Angry stares and looks of despair. I reminded him to pray. 

Plant seeds daily. God our Father will make them grow. We only store treasures for God in heaven. 

No one needs to help another be better. All we do is encourage and upbuild. Love. God is all powerful. Jesus died for everybody. And He knows how to deal with each and every one of us individually. 

Point me to God. He has always held the key to my happiness. And when I keep my eyes focused on Jesus who is the author and finisher of my faith, he never let’s me down.

And so I praise Him. My day could have been filled with complaints, but really there are more thanks to give. For who He is. For all He does. For all He gives. For what He has placed inside of me. Ready to share the words my Savior has planted inside of me to whomever He places on my path.

I am merely a branch on the tree. And since he is the tree of life all I can do is make sure I am one bearing good fruit.

I mean how could I have time to be concerned with anyone or thing else besides myself and taking care of my fathers business.

See. Praying without ceasing is easy if I’m thanking God all day. For everything.

I am a believer. So I believe He is able to do the same for you!!