I AM NOT FOR FREE

valueI had an interesting encounter with my son Nathan. You learn many lessons from even the experiences of our children. Since we have been back in West Texas, my son has had many interesting life lessons. My son Nathan which you will in the future indeed read a lot about is a self-taught young talented musician. With that being said there is a lot to learn in the music industry even when it comes to the church. My son has been bombarded with offers from local and area Pastors/Bishops for him to come and play for them.  Now while my son was very excited, I, on the other hand, was very hesitant. I know that he has to make this decision on his own. Yes, I gave my two, three maybe even my fifty cents of wisdom and walked away. (Thank God for prayers and his life mentors) I must say as well thank God for Nathan’s wisdom from within. Now fast forward to Sunday Morning. I was just dosing off after coming in from work. Nathan and I ate breakfast and a small conversation and I went on to sleep.  I heard him talking on the phone to a Pastor. The Pastor was asking him to come and play for him Sunday morning. Nathan said sure and the Pastor asked about how much was his services and Nathan responded $50. The Pastor quickly said no thank you I can find some other way.  OKAY here is the lesson in this…

People will see your worth and will attempt to take advantage of your gifts, time, talents, money, and status. Sometimes we are so excited it blinds us to the games that people play in our life. What we see as being an opportunity to learn, some see it as a sly moment to get a freebie out of you. Taking you as naive…I know I have been there many times myself.

When we put a price or value to who we are what we are doing, many will fall away. Value is anything that adds merits to WHO you are and what you are about. You can add value to your time, talents, character and reputation. Even living by a Christian moral standard is a gauge of character. People will take what we allow them to have. Learn to protect your best assets. They will take advantage because we fail to recognize our worth. WE fail to set our price or understand our worth…We fail by allowing the opinions of others define us sometimes even lessen us. We fail by allowing our downfalls and obstacles to determine our progress. We fail to remember the times we have fallen more than the times we got up.

 

 

 

Don’t price your value too low….better yet don’t let others put a value on you.

value

Your Emotions Can Become Weapons

mask

No weapon formed against me shall prosper…but what happens if those weapons that form are from within. Those invisible instruments that can grow to reveal an arsenal of hidden and unresolved issues. Self-destruction on a spiritual yet microscopic level.  Understand this, some of the smallest insignificant sorrows can fester and grow. Coming out at the most untimely occasion or hitching a ride onto another life event that can create an explosive response. We tend to ignore those small things that hurt us and blow it off as unimportant. Only to have it come up later as a greater force.

Many of us go through life not fully addressing or maybe understanding, THAT thing which has hurts us. We minimize it, push it down deep into an out of sight out of mind place, yet unresolved and eventually becoming infectious. Leaving it to infect and grow from within. As a woman, society has labeled us as being emotional, irrational, caught up in our feelings if and when our emotions emerge in a physical more visible form. Yet the designer, our creator designed us to be the carrier of E-motions. The design was created to express. There are impressive outcomes that occur with the expression of positive emotions. Emotions are an outward expression of a psychological development to a stimulus. It is the act of a feeling or feelings coming to the surface.  The act of feeling is not a problem. Even to express one’s feelings is still not at all a problem. The problem is to hoard them and not address them. The problem is unleashing them haphazardly. The problem is when they (emotions) became a weapon (an instrument or device used to attack or as a defensive mechanism). The moment when there is a loss of control. The weapon has been formed and ready to be unleashed.

We have been conditioned to believe that by minimizing the presence of our emotions we take power from them existing, however, in reality, we add more fuel to power them up. They become negative spirits that creep into your peace of mind. We should learn to understand them, for if not, they will only become bigger over time. A few of these small unresolved issues have attached themselves to you from your childhood and are now rising and roaring up in your adult life. Never thought that They, are unresolved and cause havoc on your present-day reality.

YOU will not get the best out of your life until you first recognize them and confront them. WHAT is them, those buried muted reactions turned into ticking time bombs. How do you recognize unresolved issues you ask? First don’t allow them to become unrecognizable by ignoring them, muting them. Guard the sanctity of your atmosphere, your mind, and your heart. Do not allow that which hurts you to also infect you. Understand your worth and well-being go hand in hand. Understand that your outward expression of your emotions is natural and instinctive deriving from a trigger that sets your feelings in MOTION. However, do not allow those emotions to assemble against you creating you to fall or fail. Have a hold on your feelings so it will not be the instrument that defeats you. So it will not be the reasoned judgment rises against you. Now that we have the keys to recognize those potential weapons now let us confront them.

Yes, confront them, those bundles of emotional tinder from the past that will spark a flare up without advance notice in our present. Anger, bitterness, grief, shame, guilt, sadness, discomfort etc, this list can go on and on.  Understand your emotions are valid and they are yours. You own how your feel so understand you are also responsible how you react. Don’t hoard or harbor them, but address them. If you are sad know why, if you are treated unfairly don’t allow it to continue, if you are angry to find a positive outlet, but by all means acknowledge and respond accordingly.

More to come…

Next Blog Listen to Your EMOTIONS

Vines Without Roses

To My Dearest Mom:

Picked too soon!!!

Mom I miss you. It has been over a month since God embraced you in His Arms. Taken from your weakened body to be with OUR heavenly Father. I know you are no longer in pain and agony, oh how I hate CANCER!!! I know you are in a better place. Yet, it doesn’t change the fact that I miss you. Is that selfish?

The days are not the same without you here, I have wanted to pick up the phone and call you many times. There is a void in me, something missing. It’s you, my dear Mom. I am attempting to self-heal, with the help of prayer of course. I would love to hear your voice, I need you to comfort me. You did instill in me a great sense of faith. There was a part of me removed the day you passed on. Yet with my faith, I feel a connection to you.

Momma do you forgive me…I never in my mind even imagined you dying. Really I believed God for a total and ultimate healing. Was I naïve or was I blind? Or was it a daughter just not wanting to let go. Whatever the case was, did I put undue pressure on you to fight? Please forgive me!!! There were so many words left unsaid. Promises I was not able to keep. Please, my dear Mom, will you forgive me.

God has placed so many wonderful people in my life to comfort me since you went home. Mostly newcomers, a lot of people I thought to be friends went astray. Yet the unique thing is these newcomers understood my pain because we shared a common grief, loss of a parent. We are the collection of vines without roses…we comfort one another. I thank God for them…

There is one thing that is for sure about grieving, it can be an emotional roller coaster, at times. There are ups and downs, but I can’t stay down too long. I may not be able to get back up as quickly as quickly as I would like. Get out of the place of grief. How long will this last. Am I destined to grieve forever. This is one time I am going to have to pick myself up and trust God and the process of healing. I am learning how to move forward. I am learning how to take my grief and place it in a positive place. I am still hurting but dwelling in this place will not bring you back. I want to reinvest my emotional energy in a positive way. How do I give life to your death?

You instilled so much in me, good ole fashion values. I learned about womanhood by watching and listening to you. You are the reason for the order and discipline I walk in. I want to give life to otherd by encouraging others as you had and making sacrifices for other just like you…I want to do it with dignity and give GOD all the glory.

Gone at such a young age, picked too soon, yet you placed so many seeds of potential in all you left behind. I know love, patience, virtue, kindness, strength, devotion, dedication and most of all FAITH because of you MOM. As I am one of the vines you left behind, one day I will be a rose just like you…

Purposely Imposed Destiny (PID)

purpose

Many of our successes or failures have come from a word or a gesture. I am reminded of hearing a story from Barron Batch. He spoke of the start of his NFL football career starting as a young boy walking across the dusty fields of West Texas, he had tennis shoes that flipped and flopped. Probably the only pair he had. As he made his way home a Coach noticed him and met his need. Invested in him by buying him a pair of shoes and look at him today… Now that Coach could have turned a cold heart and went home or judge the young man from a place yet he saw a need that was hindering a potential…The coach was his inspiration. Challenges in life brings out determination. Once this need was met next came great effort which lead to great success. As a young teenager, I was met with many challenges, good and bad experiences. A child should never be told by a counselor her changes of failure was great because of her color and size. It has a way of hindering a growing mind. Yet as I write these words I am not angry with her, I am disappointed but I harbor no hate. I took what the devil meant for harm and made it work because I am not a failure I am the daughter of a King. The words that was imbedded in me from my Mom as a young child and the words I spoke bold I,”I can do all things through Jesus Christ that strengthens me, The reason why those words that adult counselor spoke into my ear as an eighth grader’s haunted me but did not destroy me. Words have power and actions do as well. I am a lioness and I am a conqueror in Christ Jesus. Yes those words challenged me to have the lioness heart I have today, but I was only a cub then forced to roar before my time. Those words meant to intimidate me was breeding ground to grow me. To inspire others. I know as adults we see children like this all the time. Whether it is a physical need or an emotional investment. Be kind with our words and swift with our actions. Some children may require a lot of time, effort and resources, others may not. No matter big or small, would you pass by the chance to invest into the next generation. Would you take the time to care? Would you take the time to make a difference?

(It takes one to care One to make a difference, Will that one be you?)

Damaged Goods

MeMeMeMe

 

 

 

 

The quote says, “It takes a strong heart to love but, it takes a stronger heart to continue to love after the heart has been hurt.” That leads me to this question, “How difficult is it to love a person that has or is recovering from a broken heart?” Would you label a person like this Damaged GOODS!!!

I must say as a woman who can verbally speak on my hurt and pains as well as the wounds from past relationships, I have been referred to as, Damaged Goods. The slanderous words did not come from what they had seen or how I acted but from me opening my heart up to them to let them in. Yes, I am divorced and a single mom, that doesn’t make me spoiled from being a good mate. It sure makes it hard to be vulnerable when you reveal a softer side of you or a deeper part of you, and it is not well received…Some people find it hard to understand my tears because all they ever see is me smiling, working and encouraging others. To let someone who looks at you in great respect and seeing you as the strong, cheerful and outgoing Superwoman and then they find out you are just as human as they are. With many tests, tears and heartache and struggles, and that all power “BUT GOD” and “If it wasn’t for GOD” is what makes the contrast. It is as if to shatter their fantasy of you.  Then you are no more to them treasured but “Damaged Goods”

If we would be really honest with one another we are all imperfect with various blemishes. You or I may be more or less scarred than the next. But we are not without purpose or worth.

What one may call, Damaged Goods; I simply see as wounded merchandise. My value is not predicated on one’s interpretation of my wounds or my scars. My life and the events that fill it are unique to the gifting that God is growing in me. Since God is in me He can fix me! What you may see a weakness; God is making it a strength. So what you call damage, I call a place of purification, favor and good fortune designed by the creator to get the best out of me… Before you label me or discard me, take this in mind every defect you see in me is an attribute unique to where God wants to use me…The blemishes are just the battle scars of me holding on to the God in me while the world tried to take the life out of me. The brokenness in me you may find hard to grasp an understanding for was series of trials orchestrated to take the worst out of me so MY God could restructure more of Him in me. I was given a trial after trial only to come out jaded but destroyed. The events did not take me out. It was a designed to make me stronger for what was to come. Make me appreciate my blessings, which just may not be you! Because if it is my past wound that scares Continue reading