Sunday, May 24, 2020

Write on, Write on




I’ve been writing since 2007.  But much of my writing, in the past years, have been academic in nature. I began seminary school on a quest to quench the thirst in my soul to find more of God, a place, a deeper and more fulfilling reservoir for my soul to bask in.  But as chances have it, I’ve been consumed with academic goals and grade that my regular inspirational writing has suffered, if not come to a complete halt.  Now, my soul is feeling another type of lace.  I find myself in a quandary.  I was given a Word from the Lord to write of His Glory. My challenge is, when I’d done with my academic assignments, I’m exhausted and my inspiration is spent.  I go into survival mode and my goal is to take a nap or eat a snack.  


Recently, a feeling of being unfulfilled and slightly disobedient has risen in my spirit.  There is an urgency where I must rectify my situation.  Simply put, I must write about my wonderful God.

Many of you who have put down a dream or talent and pursued a career, education, or raising a family, understand my dilemma of the time-energy-inspiration-continuum or cycle in life.  But as my original writing experience was hewn out of a hard place, in the midnight and early morning hours.  I have no valid excuse.  


So, I will begin to do what my soul also loves and needs by rededicating time, energy, resources to writing a bout the God I love and adore, who by the way is the champion of all my stories.

Maybe you too have stopped chasing something God had designed for you to do? Maybe you too are feeling a bit unfulfilled? Then let’s make a change that one day and one step at a time we will move to regain that fulfillment and satisfaction for our spirit that only obedience can bring.  It’s going to be hard and it won’t happen overnight.  But with persistence, it will happen and our full joy will return.

I’m ready to begin, are you? Push through whatever is holding you back. The Lord will meet us there to bless us. I’m gonna write on, write on.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

What’s in a Name


Now everyone who knows me knows my full name. I’ve had challenges with it since kindergarten. It took two pages to write and they didn’t allow me to use my nick name. I still have a permanent dent in my finger from those large pencils we wrote with in school.


Depending on how you spell it, it can have 15 or 16 letters in it.  There are certain letters that are missing like, f, g,k,l,m, q,u,v,w,x,z, and a y depending on whose spelling you use.  


I’ve asked my mom several times what my names means and at her age, she says she doesn’t remember. I know she was an avid reader.  My father says it’s a combination of the flower.  They both said that they knew I was the last child and my name should be special, and that it is.


I’m reminded about how in the Jewish culture and all through the bible, each name is significant.  For the males, generally their sons were given the name of their father, but all names had meaning.  In the bible, one notable exception to this is the case of Zacharias and his son John the Baptist.


By naming his son a different name, the name told to him by the angel Gabriel, he broke tradition and began new distinction for that child.  We all know that John the Baptist was the forerunner of Christ and was an amazing example of dedication to Christ and the Gospel.


I know my names has opened doors for me and has set me apart in many ways.  It instills in me pride and a distinction of who I am and what I can accomplish. Its funny what a name can do.  What we call ourselves and how we see ourselves is important. It gives me the distinction of being the first with a named like that in my family, so I have many places in my family where I am the first.  I was the first to introduce salvation to my family.


What does your name mean? Have you researched other notable characters with your name? how have you made your name something to be remembered?


I believe God knows all our names.  this was proven to me once when someone came to me saying God wanted me to help them with a particular problem and he didn’t call me by my nickname, but by that name I had a hard time writing in kindergarten.  


We all have history, we all have purpose and destiny, it begins with our name. Know that God knows our name.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Give Me What I Want



I apologize to you all and I am ashamed it’s taken so long for me to post on my blog, but my life has changed.   I can give all the excuses in the world but they all lead to the fact, I haven’t posted. Sometime we can take things for granted or miss their deeper significance or purpose.  I began to realize the part the blogs played in my life and how all it began in 2007.  They began in a season where God asked me a question or posed the answer, it seems to be two-edged scenario.  His words to me were, who could write of my (his) glory.  My writing career, yes, career, as well and my life pursuit today began in the attempt to fulfill this command.

Recently I’ve had this urging in my soul saying, give me what I want. Now I know it’s God and like most, I thought I was doing just that. I know many of you would never do this but as an inquisitive child of God, I asked what more do I need to do. God sweetly spoke in my soul, “more of you”.

At first, I felt like the husband who works two jobs, brings home flowers, or the wife who takes care of the 10 children, has a hot meal on the table each day, confused as these acts not being recognized as giving “me” to God. But upon close examination, I saw that these things can become duties and repetitious acts, hollow in their expression to those we do them for.

In its simplest form, what God was looking for was more quality time with me.  People that give you money or gifts or elaborate words, or phone calls don’t necessarily love you, but anyone who sets aside time to be with you, expresses a real love.

So along with the things I do to honor Him or to grow to know more about Him, I will add spending more time with Him, just to be at His feet and in His presence.  I expect to find many of the things I’ve been searching for in His presence.  The scripture says there is the fullness of joy in His presence; there is peace in His presence, as a first hand witness I know there is protection in His presence.  How could I have drifted doing His will? The greatest blessing of giving yourself to God and spending time with him to me is those moments you’re alone and He’ll speak from His heart to your soul.  He’ll give a revelation into your future and place in Him. Time flies in those moments and questions or burdens you’ve had for years are lifted with one word from Him.

Just as a parent for a lifetime draws their children close to them, one day they long for that child to come in the door on their own accord to spend time with them, to show their love and appreciation, just being in their presence, how much more so our creator, my God desires me and all to give Him what He wants, more of you.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

New Year-New Me




I thought about sending my usual post regarding pressing toward the mark but it came clear to me it was no longer new due to the fact it was over used.

I thought a lot about things that were going on in my life and came to the conclusion I needed something new for 2019. 

With regard to change, I find the ones that last the longest and have the most impact begin with ourselves.  So, what I’ll strive for in 2019 is a new me.  This new me is in Christ, not some separate being or persona, or from the script of 3 faces of Eve.  As the Apostle Paul so eloquently said (Acts 17:28), in Him, we live, and move and have our being.

The new me will never emerge if I continue doing the same things. The very definition of insanity speaks to my point; doing the same thing expecting different results. If I want a change in my life, I need to begin by doing something different. I’ll start with a new mindset, new commitments, and new rules of engagement. 

A new mind is critical in the newness I seek.  I need to review and readjust my thoughts, thereby changing my perceptions, and as a result, my actions will change.  This will affect the impact life and circumstances will have on me.  The scriptures tell us to renew our minds (Ephesians 4:23, Romans 12:2).

I need to review my commitments, get rid of the unnecessary ones and add those that are key to the new emerging me.  Time is precious and it’s a time for new horizons.

I’ve discovered that how I engaged in the past isn’t working anymore and need to determine new rules of engagement to life to have the best new year and new me. I can’t engage with negative thoughts and people and expect positive results. I can’t wait for the blessing to fall out of the sky to hit me, but must move in God like the lepers and walk in the direction of my new destiny and be healed along the way.  I must make every step count.  I must monitor the movements I make.

All of my fractured efforts and pieces will fall into place and work together only from the new hope and new mercies God will grant me in 2019.  He wants us to find a higher place, our distinct place in Him.

Join me in this new year in finding the new you as I find the new me in Christ.

Monday, December 24, 2018

CHRISTMAS


While I sat in the garage looking at the boxes of decorations and Christmas tree in a box, a flood of emotions swept over my soul.  I look back and painfully remember all the people and things so dear to me that I lost.  I began to sink in my spirit because the loved ones I shared my life and heart with are no longer here to bring me joy on Christmas morning.  Christmas was always my favorite holiday.  It’s a time when memories are made and family and friends gather near.



As I drove through the neighborhoods and saw the beautiful decorations and listened to the holiday tunes on the radio, emptiness came over me.  I didn’t feel the same when I watched Charlie Brown or White Christmas on television.



Many of the traditional things that marked this season, my personal favorite, the Christmas tree, will not be observed this year.   The old traditions are no longer significant and I am forced to create new ones.  There will be no smell of peach cobbler cooking in the kitchen or that secret present to open on Christmas morning.  There won’t be a fire in the fireplace as we sing merry Christmas baby or jingle bell rock.  I asked all my loved ones to let me be alone this Christmas to seek God’s face, who alone could heal and help me this holiday.   The worst emotion to me is to be in a room filled with people but still feeling all alone in the world. 



The song, Silent Night, Holy Night came on the radio and my heart began to burn.  How selfish and blind I had been.  Christ is the reason for the season.  He is the gift that keeps on giving.   



There was no Currier & Ives setting around the manger where Christ laid and He wasn’t welcomed with opened arms.  His mother and father were on the run from an angry King that sought to kill Him and hid in a manger where He was born.  There was no smell of spices and rum cake; there was the smell of sheep and oxen in their nostrils. 



Yes, I had lost loved ones and my life is forever changed, but the real reason for Christmas is Christ who loves me the best and has never left my side.  He has shown me an undying love by giving me the gift of redemption. 



Let’s regain the real meaning for Christmas, by first putting Christ back in our celebration.   We look for gifts to give our loved ones that would enhance their lives and bring them joy.  What better gift than to give them the gift of the knowledge of Christ, their Savior.  Share with them the true story of Christmas.  When times get hard and the storms of life begin, the X-box game machines and diamonds won’t bring them peace or help solve their problems, only a relationship with Christ will accomplish this.  Deck the halls then go tell it on the mountain and over the hills that Jesus Christ was born.








Tuesday, November 20, 2018

THANKS-GIVING




The tradition for the celebration of thanksgiving began in the 1600’s.  The pilgrims ran from religious persecution in England and landed at Plymouth Rock.  They we not prepared to endure the harsh conditions of a Massachusetts winter and many died.  Those that survived did so because of the assistance they received from the Indians that were already settled in that region.  A feast was prepared for the Indian and Settlers to share and show appreciation for the Indian assistance and the formation of a new relationship.  The second memorable gathering occurred in 1777 after the British were defeated in 1776 and the settlers gained their independence from the old British rule.  Later it was made into a holiday.



Today, we gather with family and friends with a primary focus of the food we are to eat, the football games, or the uncle or aunt that we haven’t seen since last year.  We awake on Friday to initiate the Christmas shopping season.



Now the title of the day was coined thanks -giving because the early settlers were giving thanks with a feast to those who had helped them survive harsh weather or to celebrate the victory. Their survival and victory changed the course of history.



The first mention of thanks is usually when the grace is said.  We generally only spend seconds saying grace for a year’s worth of blessings; if we say grace at all. I know in my family, if you say grace too long you start hearing various ones saying amen for you.



Have we as individuals become less thankful and more ungrateful?  Do we take the good things that happen to us as luck or begin to expect them to happen?  Have you ever noticed when you go into a place of business now you generally are the one who says thank you and not the person you just gave your hard earned money to?  Whatever happened to teaching our children to say please and thank you? Have we begun to take even God for granted?  I was reminded of the scripture 2 Timothy 3:1-9 and it tells of how people will begin to be unthankful.



I hope you join with me in reversing this trend.  Thankfulness and gratitude are conscious choices.  I choose to be thankful every day and will express my thanks giving longer than the time it takes to say grace.   We have so much to be thankful for that gratitude should be flowing from our lips toward God. 



If you know who you are and where you are, give God thanks.  If you can breathe on your own, thank God.  If you can stand on your own two feet, thank God.  If have a job, thank God.  If you have food to eat, thank God.  Say thank you and give people recognition for their kind acts and consideration towards you, but remember, every perfect gift comes from God (James 1:17).



 It’s not our talents that promote us, but the favor of God.  It’s not our burglar alarms that protect our homes and possessions; it’s the angels of the Lord that He has assigned to us.   It’s not our driving skills or ABS brakes that take us over the highways safely, it is the traveling mercies of God that allow us to go out and to come in safely.



Give thanks freely and the blessings will continue to come.  Let’s put the giving thanks back into thanksgiving and make it a daily habit. We are given something each and every day to be thankful for.  Thank you for taking the time to read my words and making my writing such a fulfillment and joy.   Have a blessed Thanksgiving season and I thank God for each and every one of you.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

I REMEMBER




Memory is a crucial thing and becomes more valuable as you age.  We seem to have an epidemic of memory disorders today ranging from various forms of dementia or Alzheimer’s, amnesia, and brain fog.  I believe there are some to don’t remember because they don’t want to.

This phenomenon came real to me when I suffered from fungus of the lungs and had brain fog.  It was as if the answer was just on the tip of my tongue.  It was as if I remembered I had a car and car keys but couldn’t remember how I got into the car seat.

This attack on the mind is so important that if your mind can’t remember how you did certain things it could forget how to breathe or speak and your biological systems can begin to shut down; imagine that.

Since my recovery from the brain fog I purposely force myself to go through the process of remembering things.  I make a conscious effort to go through the entire range of thoughts for things occurring in my daily life.  When I do this, I’m often surprised how many things I’ve forgotten but were key to the final results.  I also find there are things I wish to forget.

I was sharing the details of my healing from the fungus in my lungs to someone.  I shared how I changed my diet, started juicing, and about the great physicians, specialist, and holistic doctors that helped this happen.  Then a song came on the radio.  I love the song and the story began to play in my mind why it had such meaning to me.

I remember one day I was in my kitchen gagging and coughing, begging God to help me and I heard Him say to my spirit, sing.  I thought you must be joking, I can’t even breathe or talk, let alone sing.  The word and command came to my spirit again.  Being obedient, I wondered what I should sing, and the song on the radio came to mind.

It took weeks to be able to sing the first verse, only accomplished by many napkins, tissue wasn’t sturdy enough, and many interruptions of coughing spells.  In several months I could sing the song all the way through but at a lower octave range than I normally sang in. After 6 months, I was singing the song as I did before my sickness.  I used Google to search singing and found that in the UK it’s a common successful therapy for lung patients, even some with severe cases, to have the patients sing for therapy.  Look at how wise our God is and how innovative He was in my healing.  Now I often sing to keep the lungs exercised.

This is why the memory is so important.  When I remembered the details of how I sang that song, my eyes fill with tears.  Not just what the singing did but remembering what God did.  He was so detailed and precise in my healing that each aspect is important to the outcome.

I also remember the things that have made my life what it is, both the good and bad.  My life and strength are in the small details.  That’s why I think I am now striving to be a storyteller.  By rehearsing the facts of the events in my life, I hope I’m leaving an indelible impression on my mind and those who hear my story.

Remembering reminds me of how much God cares for me and I am reminded that there is no limit to what He will do for me to make me whole.

Do this exercise today, look back over a few events that have occurred in your life and remember them in their entirety.  I guarantee you’ll see there are things you’ve forgotten that happened but most important, you’ll see how important it is to remember because our memories are the songs of who we are.

I’m so glad I remembered.