A Resolution to a New Years Revolution

I haven’t blogged anything for awhile, please forgive me,
but I only write as the Spirit leads me.
The month of January is always a challenging month for me.
A time for new beginnings, a time to trust Him when I can not see.
So many of us become optimistic of the future and what lies
ahead. We start our twenty-one day fast in hopes to make
a brand new start, praying for something new to happen
instead of praying for God to change our hearts.
All our Father really wants from you is to sit with him and
allow Him to dwell in you.
Our temple is for his to habitation, not a place where the flesh
can continue infestation.
A Living Stone our we, with Him as the cornerstone, which is above the
apostles, prophets and priests.
The church is in you, not the four walls you go to. When you attend
church His presence should already be abiding in you,
not in the pews that seat you.
The word is the foundation that must work in our lives, it is
the truth that can not be compromise.
We must not fail to have a relationship with him, it is a relationship of
the beginning and end, today and yesterday so we may have
eternal life with him.
Yes, this month we began anew. I Pray that you will allow the
His Holy Spirit to revolve in you.

Resurrection

The old man dies to bring in the new.
A new reflection is about to be birth in you.
The road you take is nothing new, it’s been traveled
before, long before you knew this road is for you.

Past mistakes need not follow you, for the steps you
take lead to something new. It’s time to let the Spirit
guide the new creature that resides in you, to grant the
desires He place inside of you.

So look to the horizon for something new is about to
breakthrough, but only if you let go of the
past and allow Him to do what He needs to do.

Resurrect yourself to something new. Allow the Spirit
to get you through the next second, minute, hour and all year
through. Open yourself to something different and unique.
Don’t put Him in a box; He doesn’t put limits on you.
Allow His reflection to be resurrected in you.

©All rights reserve 12/31/2009

Grace Came Silently

Grace is silent it speaks to no one.
It came in silently underneath a star that
shined like the sun.
Wrapped in humility that no one would wear,
a sacrificial lamb that would one day carry
the weight of the world.

Yes, Grace was silent when heaven’s angels
spread the news, that the Messiah has come,
Emanuel, God is with you.

Only the humble were called to this place, an invitation
to witness the prophecy that took place.
Shepherds they are called, for they will spread the good
news, to tell the world that grace has come and that the
law can no longer condemn you.


©All rights reserve 12/24/09

It’s Okay to let it out

Its okay to let it out when you’re disappointed and you don’t know what to do. Its okay let it go, tell God, “Lord, I’m confuse, tell me, tell me, what I should do. I’ve done all I know how, the rest I leave to you. I’m trying to be strong and trust in you, but everywhere I turn nothing seems to come through.”
Its okay let it out, let it flow, cry to your hearts content it detoxifies the soul. Don’t hold it in and allow bitterness to poison you. Let it out and cry, “Lord, I need a breakthrough.” I Know know we’re suppose to be strong, but somehow the tears that fall really do help you to go on.
So let it all out when you’re alone. Let him hear your cries, your worries and your moans; for it is his Spirit that speaks to you, the Holy Spirit that intercedes for you.
Crying doesn’t mean you’re weak or upset that you didn’t get your way. It just means you’re human and you know that God’s way is the best way. So let it out and let it go, it heals the mind, body, spirit and soul.


©all rights reserve 12/14/09

What Image Are You?

As the holiday season is upon us, I can’t help but see all the images that portray the season we’re in. It’s Christmas hooray and more, seeing the worries on people’s faces as they run around looking for the best deals for their daily, weekly or monthly wages.
Hum, I think to myself as they race through the store. Have they thought about those who can’t afford? Have they thought about them all year long? Did they know that some one has lost their home and everything they own? They have a gimme, gimme, gimme look on their worried little faces. I pay my offerings and tithes with a smug look on their faces.
They say they are Christians you see, they say that, greater is he who is me; “hey, hey, hey, look at me. I am the image of Christ that’s what a Christian means.” Oh really I think to myself, well let me see. When was the last time you took a friend to church, or called to see if they needed anything, to make sure they weren’t sick or hurt? When did you pay some ones’ rent so they wouldn’t be out with only their shirt? When did you clean out your pantry, refrigerator or give away the best clothes you don’t wear? “I do that”, you say, “I do that once every year.” Oh yes, Christmas time I suppose, that’s when it’s proper to give with cheer,” Tis the season to be jolly, during this time of year.” But what is your image all year long? Is Christ only there when good fortune comes along? Is it there when the haves’ have and the have not s’, not; Um, I think not. The image of Christ is all year round you see. The Image of Christ is not the gifts under the tree or a once a year thing, don’t you see. The image that so many claim to have is when you give your last so your neighbor can have. It’s a sacrifice, an image of love from you to me. The Image that was portrayed by the man you call Savior who die and rose again so we can be free.
It says in his word to love completely, all year long; not when it’s the proper time or when you fortune seems to be on the raise. Give of your time in prayer and song. Give, not just at this time but all year long. This is the image you want others to see, an image of Christ who showed us how to be in his and not in the image of I, you or me.

Everyday is Thanksgiving

It’s the day before Thanksgiving Eve. People are running around trying to shop for the big day. Making sure they have the bird and all the trimmings that go along with it is driving them insane. Calling friends and relatives far and near, wishing them with greetings of “Happy Thanksgiving, wish you were here.” Hoping and praying that there is enough for everyone here, and enough to stretch for leftovers because the grocery bill almost brought them to tears.
Yes, it’s Thanksgiving once again for many of us who hold this holiday as giving thanks for another year, but how many of us give thanks everyday and not just once a year. As we reflect on what we have gone through during the year. I believe giving thanks is something we should practice every minute, every hour and every day of the year.
Giving thanks to Our Heavenly Father is something He cherishes and encourages us to do. The more we praise him, the more he continues to bless us for acknowledging him for bringing us through. For without him we could do nothing, but with him we can do everything. So when giving thanks make sure you give credit to whom credit is due.
Lord, I thank you and praise for everyday I am able to serve you. May nothing hinder me from being in the presence of you and let this day and everyday, be a day of praise and thanksgiving to you. Amen
Happy Thanksgiving!!!

God I don’t understand this man!

This past month has been really interesting. My glasses broke about a week ogo. That was a humbling experience. I couldn't see very well for a day and half. Everything around me seem to be out of focus, both spiritually and the naturally, but God has a way of bringing everything into focus when we can’t see.
Now you’re probably wondering were I’m going with this. Well let me start by saying the day I put my glasses in the shop I realize there was a language barrier between me and the gentleman that repairs glasses. First of all allow me to say this without offending any one. I really have a hard time understanding people who have a foreign dialtic. Which was the case with the Asian gentleman in the shop.
When I took my glasses in for them to be repaired, he told me it would cost me forty-three dollars, Not really happy with the price he quoted me, because my mind was set on paying less than twenty dollars. Why less than twenty dollars you ask, because that was what I was told when this place was recommended to me. Therefore, I had an attitude about the forty-three dollars, but I paid it because I can’t see without my glasses.
Now as I recall the man was speaking jiberish to me. I really didn’t understand what he was saying, so I tried piecing together his broken sentences by repeating everything back to him and replied yes to what I understood him to say, but there is one thing for sure I don’t recall him asking me, and that was what type of metal my frames were. All he told me was that my glasses would be ready by the end of the day.
Well, unfortuatelly there was a problem. He called to tell me that he couldn’t fix my glasses because they are made from titatum mental and that it would cost me sixty-dollars to get them repaired. Natually, I was upset, so I told the gentleman that I would come in and pick up my glasses.
When I arrived there, the gentleman was reluntant to say anything to me, when he showed me my glasses, which was seperated in two pieces,I hit the roof. He tried to explain to me that he could fix them for sixty-dollars, but he was saying it wrong. What he should have said, “I can fix them for an additional seventeen-dollars. We went around and around for about ten to fifteen minutes about the sixty-dollatrs. That’s when I had reached my breaking point and stood in the middle of the man's store and cried out to God "Help me Lord because I don't understand a word this man is saying to me." Then all of a sudden a Hispanic gentleman, Richard Abil spoke up and said, ‘ how much does it cost to fix her glasses I’ll pay for it.” Not realizing that anyone else was in the shop, I turned around and said with amazement “Oh thank you, but you really don’t have to do that.” Richard said, “why not, I serve a good God and he has been good to me. So allow me to bless you by paying the difference.” So Mr. Abil asked the Asian gentleman, “so how much is it really, sixty-dollars or seventeen-dollars. The gentleman said seventeen dollars.
Now I know your finding this somewhat funny, and I did too after thinking about it. However, I realized that God was giving me favor and allowing Richard to practice Kingdom principles.
Favor, you call it. It sounds like to me it was a woman who was having a temper tantrum in the middle of the shop, because she didn’t want to pay an extra seventeen dollars to get her glasses fixed. I suppose you could say that, but when you really look at the big picture, God took my situation and proved that he does have people who live according to the word of God. Who know how the kingdom principles operate and to show that this witnessing tool for the unbelivers. When I really think about it, it wasn’t about my glasses getting fixed or me paying an extra seventeen dollars. It was about God fullfilling his promises through one of his own. He was Blessed to Be a Blessing, and the Asian gentleman needed to see God’s children in action.