Time Traveler

Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time to change certain events. Make life simpler, less complicated, knowing what I know now.

Instead of ruminating over mistakes and missteps, accept that these things, through the lens of God, are shaping my understanding, realigning my vision and creating in me a heart of kindness, compassion and discernment. Lessons learned from the past are preparing me for my future.

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A Warrior’s Strength

There’s strength in admitting where you’re weak and that you
need the Spirit of God to intervene. It’s where reality meets and is
overridden by God’s ability and willingness to do more than we
can ask or think. A warrior doesn’t fight and go forth in his or her
own strength; they go forth in the spirit of their King.

So he said to me,”This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by
might, nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. –
Zechariah 4:6 (NIV)

 

The Truth Hurts, But Love Heals

She was lost in thought. In a grocery store, delightfully distracted by the tasks before her. Oblivious to what’s going on around her, she suddenly became aware of a presence, the kind you feel when you realize you’re being watched. She looked up and into the eyes of the man whose very existence used to bring such joy, peace and assurance.

He began to speak; clumsy small talk, stumbling down the road of an explanation of their last conversation. He told her how much he missed her. He spoke. She listened. At the end of his words, his eyes searched hers for a response. She began to speak words she hadn’t verbalized to anyone but her God and her own heart. She told him she didn’t miss him, because the man she loved didn’t exist; he was what he projected and what she wanted to believe. The woman stated that while his actions were disrespectful and unconscionable, she had to take responsibility for enabling him.

She realized the pain that he inflicted on her and others are a mirror of the turmoil roiling inside of him and in an attempt to quench the desire for unconditional love and acceptance, he sought comfort and validation in money, career accomplishments and women. His need was never-ending, insatiable in its hunger for more, but the only thing that would truly satisfy him is the love of Christ. Her statement was not sanctimonious or condemning, but said from a heart that understood like never before that she needs the same for herself. She was beginning to really get that He is the only one who should have her heart completely and only out of that love could she truly love. Her focus is on loving Jesus more and without abandon and that the man God has for her would be doing the same for himself.

Looking into the man’s stunned eyes, the woman told him she forgave him and this was a lesson she had to learn. In order to understand what true love is, she had to experience what true love is not. The truth hurts, but love heals.

The Beautiful Wild

She’s a whirlwind; untamed hair, heart and spirit. The warmth of her smile and compassion radiate all around you. Fluttering on butterfly wings, she’s the Beautiful Wild.

She saw you were different, so she alighted on your shoulder, and in time, in your hand. You admired her beauty, was mesmerized by her spirit, yet you held back. Was it fear that if you let her in completely and showed her everything that she wouldn’t stay? She already knew there was darkness in your soul, like every human has, but she also knew that it only took a crack to allow the light to pour in.

Instead of approaching your life with her anew, you painted her with the broad brush of your past. Her wings are strong, but delicate; they can’t fly under that weight.

The Beautiful Wild loves you with everything she has, so much so, that she won’t force a love, journey and adventure on you that you’re not ready for.

The Beautiful Wild will change you forever, but in a way where you’re better than you were before.

Wormhole

I may trip over the entanglements of life, but Lord I hold fast to you. You’re the only one who will pull me through.
In a world like a wormhole, brimming with alternative facts, flip side realities and alter egos, your love never fails.
Your grace and mercy never change, yet are new every morning.
Your love is like the galaxies; never ending and always something new to discover.
Lord, I hold fast to you. You’re the only one who will pull me through.

Trust

God, in you I trust. Through uncertainty, heartbreak and the trials of life. For that’s all they are; opportunities for me to trust and lean on you. Testimony to your miraculous power, grace and mercy.

Lord, before this was brought to my doorstep, you knew, you made provision, you gave love and grace unmeasurable. So if no one else stands with me, I know you do. I’ll fight and move forward in your name, knowing you’re with me. Worrying won’t help, but trusting you will. In God I trust.

Know the Story

Every tear has a story. Some tears are shed in sadness, repentance, anger or joy.
Yet, some tears fall because of standing in the awesome presence of God.
Overwhelmed by his grace, mercy and amazing love, the saturation of his spirit in
our hearts is expressed in uncontainable tears.
No matter the reason, tears are cleansing for the soul.
Before making assumptions or judgements, know the story.

As I Am

Fearfully and wonderfully made, you didn’t make a mistake. Physically, mentally,    emotionally and spiritually, there’s no one like me. Let the standard of beauty I aspire to, be one of compassion, strength, gentleness and authenticity.

 Fearfully and wonderfully made, I embrace all that I am and all that you’re cultivating in    me, for your glory. Use what I perceive as weakness or flaws to show your character and strength. I come to you as I am, nothing more.

Beyond Christmas

   

More than a baby born in a manger, defying our search for the perfect gift; you are Christ. God wrapped in humanity, acquainted with our frailty, you came to save and light the way.

 Law, order and judgement are on your shoulders. In your love and compassion for us, you tip the scale with grace and mercy undeserved.

 God of the universe, creator of everything by breathing and speaking it into existence, you can have anything, but you long for us. Made in your image, the greatest gift we can give you is our hearts, lives, time and love. The greatest gift we can ever receive is you, beyond Christmas Day.  You are the greatest gift every day.

Beauty for Ashes

A woman sits on a park bench crying. Not sobbing, but softly allowing tears to stream down her face. Some passersby take notice. A young couple pushing their baby in a stroller glance. Unsure about approaching the woman, they awkwardly hurry by. An older woman stops and sweetly tells the woman she’s too pretty to be crying and that she’ll ruin her makeup. Finally, an elderly man takes a seat on the bench with the woman. Such a gentleman, he offers his handkerchief and asks why she’s crying? What makes her so sad?

The woman turns and looks at him with sincere eyes, stating her tears aren’t from being sad or angry. She explained that as she sat on the bench, basking in the sunshine, enjoying the cool spring day, she began to reflect on how much her life has changed for the better; the challenges she’s overcome, the experience of feeling truly loved and the willingness to show compassion and love towards others. The woman went on to say that her life changed when she obtained a deeper understanding of who she is – a child of God, a daughter of Christ her King. The challenges and setbacks she faced in life equipped her to walk out her purpose and be of service to others.

She assured the man there was no need to feel sorry for her because she was finding fulfillment and peace unlike she’s ever known. Who cares about a perfectly made up face when you’re sitting awestruck before a perfect God.

     and provide for those who grieve in Zion — to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of    ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. –  Isaiah 61:3 (New International Version)