He’s educated, spiritual and cerebral. He’s the epitome of masculinity (however relative a term that is). He’s damn near perfect. He likes to cook. He’s good with a hammer. He’ll take the garbage out and he’s no slob. He knows how to treat a woman. He knows how to sweep a girl off her feet and even the old ladies are enamored with him. So what is he doing with me? I can count so many wonderful traits that he possess and yet I can’t count one that I possess. What’s wrong with this picture? What’s wrong with me? I’ve been doing so much soul searching and I’ve been praying to God for a change to come. But I don’t see it happening. How can I want someone like this and yet not be ready for him?
I believe God hears all prayer and all concession. This morning I prayed for a word that I might impart to my grieving mother. She’s steeped in depression and confusion over the loss of her son and because of it she’s given herself over to anger and resentment. Currently there are some evil forces at work that would seek to destroy us and what we have established as a family. But I believe in the blood of Jesus. The man who walked on water and by the hem of whose garment we are all healed. I believe that if a man can sacrifice himself on the cross for the sins of the world past and present. That if he can bare all our pain our shame and our iniquity then he can definitely fix what’s broken in us. All we have to do is listen to his word and as the scripture says:
Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation,
1 Peter 2:2.
I thank God for the blessings I have and am surrounded with and continue in the hope and belief that he will work it out.
Terique and I have this unspoken book reading competition and so far he’s beating me. Now I was going to take the time to read and catch up to him in our current series: Game of thrones. But I would be hard-pressed to ingest the word of God. herein lies the caveat; Where do I begin? What book? What chapter in the bible can I use for life application?
Maybe I’m giving him a lot more credit than he deserves. I do believe that he has been a blessing to me. But I’ve in a sense created a monster. I’ve given him more control over my life than was necessary. Ecclesiastes 4:12 says
12 Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
the cord of three strands being the metaphor for the man, the woman, and God. At the center of it all we must all keep our focus on God and yet as humans, so many of us tend to lose sight of that when we get involved in a relationship. The focus is shifted from God to our significant other. Now I’m not saying that I believe one should forsake loving your husband or your wife. But your husband/wife should not have the kind of control over you that our Father in heaven does. It would be considered a form of idolatry to center your very existence on one person.
I feel that I’ve been doing exactly that. I feel like I’m trying to make something work that isn’t supposed to work. so now I’m left in a state of confusion. is it in God’s plan for me to be with this man? I’m that missing rib. But I don’t think he’s in need of a missing rib. God help me to see this situation for what it really is. not thru my eyes or anyone else’s but thru your eyes. Help me to make the right decisions so that I may overcome these hurdles. Maybe he’ll come around and maybe he won’t. Maybe he’s not at that place in his life. But please allow me to open my eyes.
My life’s brand new. I’ve relocated to Florida and all prospects are daunting. My Brother passed away on Friday June 17th. Cause of Death is still unknown and pending further study. There looms, so much uncertainty in our lives, that our faith in God has been tested. I ponder the outcome of all these steps we’ve taken. My Mom needs to obtain legal guardianship of my nephew. My brother’s funeral expenses have left us destitute and I am currently out of a job. I left what was once my home and my job to relocate to a state in which, I know no one and have to rely on the kindness of strangers and perhaps family members to get by. I am indeed humbled by my current circumstance but I know there’s a reason why God sent me here. It’s just taking me a long time to understand it. I’m swamped by confusion at this point and I hate not knowing what’s going to come next. But these past few weeks have taught me some invaluable lessons. Cliche as they may sound. Tomorrow is promised to no-one. So love and appreciate the individuals in your life whom God has blessed you with and use your time here on earth with them wisely.
It feels so unreal. Friday night was my nightmare. It’s still my nightmare. it’s funny how when someone dies we just can’t believe it. It’s like we get infuriated when they don’t answer. I keep playing the scene over and over in my head and I just know tonight, I’m gonna wake up in cold sweats screaming my brother’s name. willing him to wake up, willing him to open that door. I want my brother back. Dear God I want him back. Give him back to me. Please I implore you give him back. How dear you leave your little sister all alone to fend for herself. Did you think of me when you passed on? Did you think of how it would affect me? And what of your Mother? Do you know how this breaks her heart? There is a niggling feeling that I’ve failed you somehow Bobby. That I should’ve took the time out to show you I cared and that I loved you and still love you. I hope that wherever you are God is taking care of you. That you’re up there with Norda and re-living old times. Maybe one day I’ll meet you soon. I love you brother and don’t you ever forget it. I’m so sorry for all the brash things I’ve said and how I’ve treated you in the past. I’m hoping you can forgive me
It was one of those dreary days. Not real wintry, just the kind of day that was best spent in doors sipping coffee or a latte. But not for me. I had to go against the grain. I was at Barnes and Nobles moaning and groaning on the phone. Recalling how much I missed Borders Books. Terique was quite accommodating. He let me ramble on about how unsatisfied i was with having to shop at B&N when Borders the love of my life had passed way (went out of business). So here I am perusing the aisles, looking for books in Fantasy fiction and Fiction; indecisive about what I wanted to read. After 4 hours of picking up book after book and putting them back down after seeing the price tag, I finally left with a bargain book and what turned out to be a book I’d already read. To top it off the rain was coming down in droves now. beating against my windshield and the sides of poor little Christine with an unrelenting passion. Still it wasn’t so bad it was still one of those childhood rainy days where the rain came down so hard you could see the fog building around the tires of the other cars on the Highway. So I went to TwoBoots nostalgic for some chicken gumbo. Sat in the car and ate/drank that gumbo like it was my last meal. There’s something terribly comforting about hot gumbo on a cold rainy day, It seems to lift the spirits.
The Vice President of Customer Support (didn’t know there was such a thing) walks off the job (leaving tire tracks, I might add) and calls in 2 hours later saying:
“ I just had a bad moment. I’ll be back tomorrow”
Maybe I oughta bleach my skin and try that method tomorrow.
after careful self-analysis, I’ve determined that I’m very goal oriented when it comes to work. I like working in teams especially when the overall work ethic is great. But when it falls on the opposite end of the spectrum, I find it disheartening; frustrating even. I think it’s a big deal when co-workers show up late or not at – all. or when other people don’t pull their weight. because I know how great the results would be if we could all just band together and get it done. same theory applies to living together in a household. But when one person’s pulling their weight and the rest isn’t, it feels like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.
I remember my bro coming into my room one night. overly emotional he was. He was crying. he was drunk but a drunk mind speaks a sober heart ( or at least I think that’s how the proverb goes). Needless to say my brother battles his own demons. and right at that moment I wasn’t sure how to help him fight his battle since I was losing my own. But that was then and this is now and there is nothing like the Blood of Jesus to pull you through sporadic bouts of depression. I believe God has a plan for me and I believe he has one for my brother. And while there are yet the atypical Goals I’d like to see come to pass as a Young Jamerican thirtysomething, I’ve realized an even deeper focus. I realized that I’d like everything in my life to work out to God’s glory. Now that I’ve said that out loud to myself, I feel like this great big burden’s been lifted. Because while I was yet focusing on the cross and fulfilling God’s will in my life, He was working inconspicuously in the background to help me achieve my own dreams which I’ve since put on the back burner. I got this letter in the mail informing me that the law suit – dredged up from an auto-accident 4 years ago – is no more…. Can you imagine what it feels like to struggle with unemployment or low paying jobs trying to stay afloat financially then to be served by a marshall because it’s a recession and wow “my back pain is kicking in so let me sue Meshia for some money she doesn’t have” . Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I actually find it quite comical. But just contemplating the circumstances surrounding this particular situation i was sure to have a brain aneurysm by now. But God works in awe-inspiring mysterious ways and while I was trying to add another day to my life by fretting, He was pulling some strings. so what can I say except Thank You Jesus. I will look to the hills from whence cometh my help.
This weeks Literary Jewel: