Another year is quickly fading away. In less than 48 hours, for those blessed to experience the transition, we will be embracing the New with the power and diligence to forsake the old.
For me personally, 2018 has been excessively bittersweet. A great deal of pain, disappointments and unexpected events occurred this year. Yet all accompanied by great opportunities for spiritual growth. I watched God be a healer, provider and reconciler. I often take a moment to reflect on what was in order to prepare for what shall be.
As I share my heart on this final post for the year, I hear in my spirit to make this phrase a purpose filled priority.
As a foundational acronym:
Praise & Pray:
Inspite of the experience in hurt, uncertainty, grief, need, lack of direction, illness, rejection and delays.
In the arms of your Heavenly Father spiritually and mentally. Allow Him to touch those tender areas that no man can. Don’t forsake your body of the ease it requires to sustain this next chapter of your life. You’re going to need it!
Exercise & Eat Healthy:
Take care of your temple by committing to a consistent regime that promotes prolong life and stamina. This is not optional in order to bring what God has ordained to be reveal to and through you!
In your mind that the past is the past! It happened but doesn’t define your future hope by any means necessary! Use these experiences as growth tools knowing that God is STILL for you!
Walk into 2019 with gratitude no matter what your reality looks like naturally. God’s blessed you with more time, another day and another season. It ain’t over yet and the best is still yet to come!
Being a survivor of more than two decades of chronic depression, I vividly recall struggling with knowing my worth.
During those extremely dark years, my self esteem was low; more like non-existent! I had such a warped perception of myself and didn’t see value in who I was as a person, woman and even a Child of God. During my stent with daily depressive mood swings, I professed to be a Christian the entire time but was not experiencing the victory over my mind which was rightfully mine!
As a result, many around me failed to value me as well. Why should they? If I didn’t value myself there was no way I could demand that anyone else do the same. I allowed myself to be taken advantage of, disrespected, overlooked, passed by and so much more. I wasted so many priceless years looking to be validated by those who never deserved me in the first place.
Fast forward to today, my stance and how I view myself is the healthiest it’s ever been! I know who I am and who I belong to! My Heavenly Father is a King so that makes me a princess! I expected to be treated as such!
In my marriage
By my friends
By my children
In my Career/On my job
In my community
Now don’t get me wrong, I am not looking for people to bow down to me like the Queen of England. That’s not what I mean by any definition!
It just means that I demand to be respected, heard, valued and treated as a rational human being. That’s what knowing your “Worth” will do! It will give you the power and strength to stop others from harming you with their words, deeds and actions.
We are all worthy of this in every facet of our lives and should never allow another to treat us any less than the precious Children of God that we are!
Several weeks ago, my 4 year old son fell ill suddenly. I dropped him off at my mother’s home to attend a business meeting that was only to last a little while. Within the hour, I received a call from her and he was crying frantically in the background. What could have possibly happened that quickly, was all I could ask! Swiftly, he developed a fever that knocked his little body out with heat and pain!
As any caring mother would, I left the meeting to tend to my child. I was desperate to nurse him back to health as quickly as possible! He had just started kindergarten and his 5th birthday was two weeks away!
God showed up and the fever broke the following day. He was able to attend school but his personality was different. He was not as playful, smiley or talkative as he usually is. I just made a note to monitor his symptoms and blamed it all on the bug he caught.
The Saturday of that same week, my husband, son and I went to a shopping mall. Isaiah was bouncing around, laughing and returning to himself. I had not seen him like this in several days and was delighted that he was coming around!
When I retrieved him from the car and grabbed his hand, we made our way across the parking lot with my husband several feet ahead of us. My son broke the silence among us and said the most peculiar thing! It nearly made me want to yell out “Hallelujah!” for the entire world to hear!!
Isaiah – “Mommy, I’m not sad no more!”
Mommy – “That’s good baby, I’m glad.”
Isaiah – “Yeah, I just woke up this
morning and changed my mind!”
I was speechless for a moment! How incredibly mature that mentality is for a 4 year old!! Many adults (including myself) struggle to do this at times! He knew, even at this tender age that he has control over his emotions and chose to be happy! Glory to God! What an incredible eye opener that moment was for me! One that I will not soon forget!
We all have a choice every morning when God blesses us with yet another opportunity to see another dawning. We can choose to operate in a healthy mindset or to be downcast in spirit with a whoa-is-me pity-party.
Many who are under pressure, enduring sickness, financial strains, relationship chaos, death and other losses can oftentimes grieve and stay negative way too long. For believers, this is the act of taking our eyes off of our Savior and magnifying the circumstances vs. the blessings in and around them.
I think we can all learn an incredible resourceful lesson from my baby boy today. Get up and change your mind! It’s practical advice that can reap priceless returns. There is a time to grieve, be sad, offended and more. The Lord knows and expects us to. It’s absolutely part of being human. But there is also a time to get up and live!
What’s that thing that has you so mentally consumed that you can’t enjoy, appreciate or fathom the beauty that is still in your life? Step on the enemy’s head today and join me in the advice of little Isaiah and simply “Change Your Mind!”
I took the time to interview my younger brother who I feel has an amazing testimony! I have been there to watch him evolve from an immature boy to a very polished, responsible and focused man. His challenges as a 2x convicted felon which robbed him of a decade of his life, has now been turned completely around! He gives the Lord Jesus Christ all the credit for where he is today! Be encouraged and share his story with someone who may very well need it!
As a child growing up in Philadelphia, Times were good and times were bad. My mom was and still is a workaholic. She was there, but not there. My Father, well let’s just say that he’d rather do drugs then get to know his sons or, stepdaughter.
There isn’t too much that I can say about my dad. But my mom, she always managed to make sure that, every holiday whether it be Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter or Birthdays, her children had what she could give them. Another good moment is when my sister scared the life out of my brother and I by acting like she was possessed. She painted her face white and wore this all white gown, and came down the steps. When my little brother and I saw her we immediatly started crying and was scared to death! Till this day I still bring that up and we just laugh.
Two things that I despise about my childhood is, not listening! and not paying attention. By age 14 is when it all started. The streets of Philadelphia had me in its cluches. I started smoking marijuana, drinking and hanging with the wrong crowd. I began thinking that I was untoucheble. I was into all sorts of illegal activities! My judgement and my sense of self worth was gone. I cared less about school, authority figures and family members who saw me traveling down the wrong path. I had no care in the world! I did not pay attention or, listen to anyone’s advice.
My first time being incarcerated came at the age of 18. Yes, I was scared but I still had that “I do not care” attitude. I still had a child’s mentality who thought the world was his!
It wasn’t until I heard those huge steel gates close behind me and lock, that I realized that what everyone was trying to get me to see is finally a reality.
I would spent the next 5 years wishing that I would have listened and payed attention.
Being in prison at a young age made me feel like an animal. I did not like it so I started acting out. That rebellion came out of me again. This was in the 90’s so back then sentences were like 2.5 to 3 years in length. My sentence was 3.5 to five for robbery. I ended up doing the whole five years when I could have been releases in 3. All because I wanted to act up.
Three years into my sentence I learned that its not all about me! Those streets didn’t care about me! Those clowns I hung with didn’t care about me either! I discovered that I was in jail because I followed instead of leading. I had to take control of my own life and not end up back behind those walls.
When I was finally released in the year of 1999 I was happy! 23 years of age now, I told myself I was going to change. During my time in prison I grew to let things go quickly. When released, I had no unresolved anger or, depressive issues. I figured hey, God gave me another chance to do something better with my life so, I have to take it.
I signed up for G.E.D classes that I failed! I was jumping from job to job. It was hard being an ex-convict. I felt like life was playing a mean joke on me and at some point the punch line would kick in.
In the fall of 2002, I moved out of Philadelphia, and relocated to Roanoke Virginia. I wasn’t alone! I move down there with a girl I met and her daughter. Most of you know how this story goes, never bring the sand to the beach! That’s what I would hear older guys say but didn’t know what that meant at the time. That joke that I felt life was playing on me only got worse!
That sand that I bought to the beach changed! She started kicking me out the house, calling the police, being dissrespectful, until I ended up at a place and doing things I know I should not be doing.
In the fall of 2006 I ended up being convict of unlawful wouding, and sentenced to another 5 year prison stay. This time wasn’t like the last time. I acually tried to change! I listened and payed attention to those who saw me walking the wrong path. This was the act of pure self defense, but no one knew that except for myself.
Now as a two time fellon, I really had my thinking cap on and my priorities straight! I knew what I needed to do.That second time in prison really opened my eyes wide! While incarcerated I managed to finally get that G.E.D under my belt as well as a trade. I told myself that I was going to take charge of my life and STOP acting like the world owes me something. I was released in the year of 2011. That first year was of course hard having to now put down two fellony convictions instead of one on job applications. I kept my head up though! It wasn’t like I did not have a job, I just wanted a better job. So, I took that G.E.D and went to college in 2012.
By that time I was and still am involved with a beautiful woman! I know she has my best interest at hand and loves me for me.
I graduated college in 2015 as a Communication Design Major and had a job in the field before I graduted making Magazines, Business Cards and brochures for companies in my Area.
I also married my beautiful queen who was the right woman for me that same year. Finally God has recently blessed me with a great employment opportunity with full benefits and I am now in training to become a supervisor. Life is good!!!
Today I feel like there are no more jokes being played. I was the only joke and I played myself! God has been a major factor in my life and he was the missing piece of the puzzle. Without Christ none of this would have ever been possible. The funny thing is that, He has been there all along waiting for me to aknowledge His presence.
The advice that I would give to a young men headed in the same direction I walked is, take a really close look at yourself and analyze your situation. Ask yourself two question: Do I know God? and Do I want to know God?
There is nothing wrong with failure if it’s for a good reason. We are bound to make mistakes, but its not the mistake you made or make that hurts you. But its how you handle the Consequences that follow that make you a better person. I can say that, my actions made me a better person today and for years to come.
You are completely covered with a thin layer of grime that seems impossible to wash away. Its equivalent to a tough and stubborn hard-water stain with major calcium build-up! It’s sight is as familiar as those glasses in the dish washer that came out looking nearly as they did going in.
And down right icky
It’s clean, you convince yourself since it went through the quick rinse cycle so you dry it off, put it on the self, close the cupboard and praise God that it’s at least concealed. Just like those dingy dishes, so is the residue of your past . It just won’t seem to wash away, so you suppress and hide it.
That relationship gone astray
That decision you made
That disease that refuses to heal serving as a periodic reminder of who you once were and USE to be…..
So you Advance through the years with your routine surface rinse calling it clean when you know, downright it’s still filthy and riddled with dirt. Don’t you see the cloudy film that remains even after your thorough scrub of prayer, praise and even heart felt worship? It’s still there! You fool many for you appear well put together, in apparel, education, maturity, filled with the Holy Ghost, speaking in tongues, encouraging others and shouting around the church.
You’ve gotten use to the residue. At least it’s not as visible as it use to be. Maybe it won’t ever be 100% clear so the faint excess of its existence is going to have to be good enough.
But your Redeemer who is Christ Jesus, laid his life down just for these messy matters. His precious blood is the only cleansing agent powerful enough to wash that film away once and for all! It was never yours to keep when you gave your life to the Redeemer. What filth remains are just mere facts that occurred in your life and are not meant to define your future or for you to clean up on your own. It’s the enemy who purposely tries to remind you of those lies that your dirt is a permanent stain on your destiny.
Take that mess out of the cabinet and put it back in the washer one more again! This time, put it through the full wash cycle and add in a double dose of antibacterial faith, warfare prayer, confessions, counseling and the matchless word of God!! That residue has no defense against this mental and spiritual dust busting concoction! Enough is enough; it has to go!
Are you a Christian but secretly STILL struggle with the events of your past?
It’s time to pull it up from the root and REALLY experience freedom! Gods got so much for you but can’t make it come to pass until you are truly set free from those demonic ties that bind.
Christ Jesus is your Savior, your Healer and your Redeemer!
The woman I am today hasn’t been around all that long. I’m not use to her but I want to get to know her better because I like her an awful lot!
You see, I’ve known the old me longer than the new. The old is familiar and comfortable. I have over 30 years of history with her and I know what to expect. But she’s dark, oppressed, depressed, lacks a healthy self image and confidence. This new demeanor is bold, aggressive, feels she can do anything she puts her mind too, will tackle matters even if she feels scared and refuses to give up! She’s only been around for a very short time. Where has this chick been all my life!!!
As a believer in Christ Jesus, I wish I could say that the transformation from the old to the new was some instantaneous metamorphosis! Well, it hasn’t been! The truth is, I fight almost daily to walk in 2nd Corinthians 5:17.
The good news is that every day the old me is being pushed out of the spotlight, while the new me takes center stage, exudes all of her fabulousness and is completely taking over!! I am intimidated by her for I don’t know what she’s truly capable of! I also admire and look up to her. She has to stay for I trust the God who has called her forth.
This may sound like an oxymoron to many who know the new me but I still struggle to feel on the inside what I look like on the outside. It’s a tug of war daily but a fight the new me is destined to win! Those accustomed to the old watch, wonder, whisper and stare. That’s ok, because the new me can handle all of that!
She has plans in spite of her past. She has strength that the old me couldn’t begin to fathom. She’s holding on to her faith in assurance that Job 8:7 will be a sure part of her destiny. Soon and very soon the old me will rest in peace, while the new will continue to operate in humility in remembrance of what she evolved from. It’s all in the Name of Christ Jesus.
Are you in transformation? Can you relate to this inner battle I have shared with you? It’s real but a journey I am so privileged to be on! The world hasn’t begun to see what the new me has to offer. For the first time in my life, I’m excited about the possibilities.
Today is Father’s Day! An unsung day of sorts that we recognize nationally. Kudos to every man who found it not robbery to operate in selflessness for the well being of their offspring. I salute you!
Unfortunately this level of sacrifice I have and will never know. My biological father chose to live his life for himself, denying me of much and contributing to the many “Never’s” early in my fragile existence.
I never had a birthday party.
I never went to summer camp.
I never went to prom.
I never graduated from high school (GED obtained)
I never had a daddy/daughter date.
I was never treated priceless by the opposition sex.
I never went away to college.
I was never Daddy’s little girl.
I was never mommy’s molded angel
I was never mentored as a youth.
I was never anyone’s sacrificial priority to groom, prepare, and pave a decent pathway towards the start of my future.
I was never unconditionally loved in the natural.
I have simply stumbled through life becoming excessively used, abused mistreated and ill regarded. One left to figure out the mass complexities of life alone with no direction. The scars and mistakes have been many. Mostly invisible to the human eye but tattered and torn fragments were left behind on my heart and soul for countless years.
As a result I have struggled with chronic depression and low self esteem for the majority of my life.
I was never the life of the party
Never had a lot of friends
Never felt socially acceptable
Never felt comfortable letting others get too close….
Do you hear the violins playing?? So enough of that broken record! It’s old and redundant! I’ve wasted well over two decades wallowing in self pity over this major void.
These are mere facts of my life that have contributed to the way I was shaped in the natural. I can’t spend the rest of my days reliving how painful these memories have been. My Never’s” as of lates paint a completely different picture!
I have come to believe, accept and adopt in my heart the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. He is my Heavenly and Abba Father; the only form of provider and protector I have experienced. It’s the only thing I’ve been introduced to that makes sense and is applicable to my entire situation!
Because of Him the Never’s in my life have been redefined.
I am never alone for He will never leave me.
I will never be without because He supplies all my needs.
I will never look to any man for affirmation because He thought I was to die for.
I will never be without friends for He regards me as just that.
I never have to be concerned about being loved for He loves and accepts me free of conditions.
I never have to worry about my future for He has those plans covered.
On this day I give praise and credit where it is due. So I say “Happy Father’s Day to my Lord and Savior” ; the only Example of a true Father I have ever known.
Several months ago I walk away from a job that I absolutely thought I needed. It was extremely scary for me because it was the most money I had ever made and I held the medical benefits for my family. Not only was I scared and naturally worried about provision, I also suffered a tremendous blow to my self-esteem, worth and value in the corporate arena.
I thought I was smart, savvy, confident, personable, results driven and the right person for the job initially. But within 6 months I was told indirectly that I was incompetent, unapproachable and ineffective. At one point I was even labeled Hostile!
As my health began to take a turn for the worse in such a short period of time, I finally threw up my white flag and walked away without a back up plan. I did a lot of crying and reminisced on every account. I blamed myself for it all, hung my head down low and felt like a can of discarded trash! I remained in this clouded harsh self-judgment for weeks.
While left alone, there was nothing else for me to do but pray. Boy did I do a lot of it!!! God responded immediately by answering my requests for provision and then showing me quickly that I wasn’t the problem but rather the work environment. It was an ill match for my professional views and values. God did not choose that job for me but I went against his Will, did my own thing and tried to call it HIS blessing! What an excruciating lesson that was for me!!
Today I am back to work. This position I now hold was selected by my Heavenly Father for certain! I was interviewing with multiple companies and ask God to close any and all doors I am NOT suppose to enter into. There were two jobs I just knew I would get offered, but I didn’t. Although confused and still to this day unsure why I was not selected as a final candidate (I had 3 interviews with both!!) I completely felt secure and trusted God 100% with the process.
I’ve been working for 1.5 months and already highly regarded by my current employer!! I have been able to make effective contributions and my efforts have been acknowledged locally and abroad. I’ve got my mojo back! My professional charm, charisma, drive and beyond gel effortlessly in this place. Those I work for make me feel like a discovered treasure!
Have you ever been in an environment, job, relationship, church or organization where others belittled your value? Are you in one now? As you sister in the Gospel of Christ Jesus allow my soul to encourage yours to seek your Heavenly Father for direction. If how you are regarded speaks the opposite of how precious you are in God’s eyes, then you are NOT experiencing His best for your life.
You may have to loose money
You may get your heart broken
You may be called weak or foolish by man
You certainly have to surrender your own will!
Believe me, I know how difficult the shift may be, but there is great reward on the other side when you surrender and transition from Trash to Treasure.
“Motherhood is an instinct, YES, But it is also a practice; It CAN be learned.” Alice Walker
I think Motherhood is the hardest job in the world now that I am one! It is a selfless act that requires one to deny, derail, and temporarily delay your own wants, desires and sometimes even your needs for the well-being of another….
Many women embrace and stay dedicated to this awesome challenge when their maternal instincts kick in. Life is now about that child who becomes a priority over self. We are now commissioned and predestined to mold and shape the very existence of another human being. To think about it in these terms, it is an overwhelming, often times scary and delicate process. Most figure it out and make the necessary adjustments so that their children can thrive. Others don’t fair so well leaving countless lives forever shattered.
Motherhood can be a heavy burden that can drive a mother to do unfathomable things. The demands are never-ending and some women simply don’t survive the process. Consider Andrea Yates who simply woke up one morning after her husband went to work and decided to drown her 5 children in 2001. Or more recent acts of a Philadelphia mother, Nyia Parler who abandoned her disabled 21-year-old quadriplegic son with cerebral palsy in a park with nothing more than a blanket and a bible. Nothing but the grace of God that he was found and survived the elements of rain and 30 degree temperatures. Lastly a 19-year-old mother, Johnesha Perry threw her 1-year-old baby boy over a bridge into shallow waters in Lehigh County PA just last week. She ultimately jumped in after him. These stories are harsh realities and proof that there is a very thin line between sanity and insanity as a Mother. I don’t judge the actions of these women by far. My heart goes out to everyone involved. I can only imagine the types of pressures these women were under when they decided to take such drastic measures.
Although I have never felt so desperate as to bring harm to my son, but I do admit that I have looked at him over the years and wondered if I am going to be able to survive the process. These thoughts entered my mind when I felt the most alone the most unsupported and the most overcome. When the mind is unstable and the spirit is crushed the job of motherhood becomes extremely complicated. An ever-present help is needed. (Psalms 46:1)
Regardless of how difficult motherhood can be at times, it is still a privileged honor all in the same breath. The mother first has to make the choice to want to perfect the art, not be selfish, and seek ways to learn how to survive the process if she just doesn’t know how….. The word of God says that “Children are a blessing and a gift from the Lord.” (Psalm 127:3) The one and only true way to survive the loads of motherhood is to stay rooted in God.
I did not always view motherhood as the gift that it is. I was appointed to be the mother of three. But due to my own fears, doubts, and self-centered ways, I took it upon myself to return two souls back to the Heavenly Father who gave them to me. I rejected the gifts with excuses, earthy rationale and with much pity. Certainly my burden to bear but I thank God for being forever forgiven….. (Thank you Jesus!)
The one I saw through to full term I am committed to beyond description. My son is 4 years old as I pen these words and brings me unspeakable joy. At the same time challenges every fiber of my being. Spiritually I am convicted to be the best mother I can be to him and raise him to be a Godly man. My physical challenges are great as I push through complications of Multiple Sclerosis with smiles, laughter, hugs and love. For he does not understand nor does he need to know; at least not right now. Mentally, as I continue to battle through insecurities, bouts of depression and the results of my own childhood, I constantly question if I am doing the right thing by him. It is the greatest challenge of my life, but I am so up for it! What other purpose shall my life serve if not to take responsibility to be the best Mother I can be? He deserves nothing less…. I am also blessed to have some wonderful step children who I love unconditionally as if I birthed them myself.
The role of being a mother never ends. The definition just shifts as children grow older. I sternly believe that the job of a mother only ends when her life is over. It is a long-term sacrifice for those who have stepped up and stayed committed to the calling.
The pain of an absent mother also never ends. It is a bond that the human spirit requires and if absent and abused will forever scar the soul. No amount of praying or growing up will take the hurt away caused by a mother who simply decided not to be. Consider some famous, strong and independent figures that appear well put together and are clearly successful but when asked about their relationships with their mothers, they will crumble and the wounded child within quickly emerges:
Kirk Franklin – Famous Gospel Singer
Patti Stanger – Host of Millionaire Matchmaker
Hugh Jackman – Actor
Courtney Love – Actress
Gary Coleman (Deceased)– Child Actor
Kenya Moore – Reality TV Star
Drew Barrymore – Actress
I have watched interviews of each of the above named figures concerning their relationships with their biological mothers. The agony, is real, it is deep and permanent. Feelings are mostly suppressed and managed in sometimes self-destructive ways, but it never dulls and never ever goes away…..
I salute every real mother who sacrifices, endures and embraces the hardest job in the world withoutquitting. You are to be acknowledged for your greatest sacrifice while:
Working full-time and going to school.
Suffering from medical conditions (Mentally & Physically)
The father of your children walking out on you, becoming disloyal and mentally abusing you as your body went through the necessary changes to bring forth life.
Searching how to become a mother for your children when you were never mothered yourself.
Remembering that provision does not take the place of being present.
Or a combination of these things….
My mission as a mother is to assure that my son never looks me in the eye and say you weren’t there, you didn’t try, you didn’t teach or warn me, you didn’t provide, you didn’t give me a decent start, you didn’t love me, you failed me…
He could very well grow up and give me his back side but it won’t be the result of me not putting forth my very best effort in preparation for his life. I will never stop sacrificing for him for it is my call, my duty, my forever blessing.
Furthermore, concerning this assigned task over my life, I want my Heavenly father to tell me, “Well done, my good and faithful servant…” (Matthew 25:21)
Motherhood is a choice, not a title. Just as we chose to put ourselves in position to conceive, we must choose to do the right thing by the lives we bought to this earth; regardless of how hard it is. That means constant long-term sacrifices through behavioral problems, disabilities, and other challenges children may bring to further complicate our lives. If we fail in this area we don’t have the right to expect our children to willingly want to look out for our well-being when they themselves become adults. (That’s REAL TALK!)
They didn’t’ ask to be here and again, they are our gifts from the Lord most High.
To all the women worthy of the title, Happy Mother’s Day; You deserve it and so much more…… “Motherhood is not about what you gave up to have a child, but what you gained by having one.” Author Unknown
Most frustrations in life are due to human disappointments with goals, relationships, agendas and our personal desires. When plans fail to go our way and the mundane day-to-day seems to threaten our future, we become stalemate.
Just like in a game of chess, it’s still our turn to make a move but a legitimate one is not foreseeable by the human eye. In this realm, we are clearly out of options but that doesn’t mean we’ve lost the game indefinitely. We need to call a draw and give up stubbornness before playing the next round.
It’s natural to become so busy striving for what we want. Everyone has been there. I know I have. I’ve spent many years trying to climb the corporate ladder. At each elevation I fed my ego and increased my paycheck. My Will was being done! It all still wasn’t enough. By the time I reached the last rung and began failing at the top instantly, I realized that an impasse has been reached and I had no other option but to begin descending. The backwards advance did not feel good. For a time, I became depressed, offended, and lost my tenacity to keep trying.
When I finally sought guidance from My Savior, he revealed that he never intervened with my decisions because none aligned with His Will for my life. What a serious reality check!
It is clear that we are operating in our own rights when:
What we strive for only benefits ourselves or is limited to a select few like our family.
We don’t seek direction and become completely self-driven.
We give ourselves credit for accomplishments or try to justify that God has blessed us in lame attempts to finally acknowledge Him.
We have little time for God in fellowship, worship and prayer. Our periodic 5 minute prayers and occasional church attendance rids our gilt but fulfillment is completely temporal.
God’s Will is NEVER about us alone. His plans benefit a multitude. How we spend our time on earth should not be just about what we think is best with limited consideration for the good of all.
There are tremendous blessings that we can miss out on if we live our lives seperate from His guidance. We can only take ourselves but so far and the enemy will make it appear that we are winning with deceptive and occasional rewards. The bigger picture and outcomes are being missed when God’s not in it and his people are not being blessed by our actions.
Are you spending your days unfulfilled while each passing day looks like the one before?
Are you so busy chasing after what you want and not using your talents, skills and gifts for others?
If so, take some time to reconsider the road you travel. Contentment will not begin less Thy Will Be Done!