There comes a time in our lives that we are tempted by something that can change our lives in a way we can never imagine. In some circumstances we can have what I’m going to call a flesh attack. In case you don’t know that is when your flesh demands satisfaction. In that state we forget about the consequences or we just don’t care. A free for all is not necessarily free at all. Someone is going to pay be it one or both involved.
Her future had taken a sudden turn
The flesh got in the way
Never again would she be
The carefree teen she was yesterday
A decision that never crossed her mind
Had been made for her
The secret fun she enjoyed
Had gone a bit too far
She wondered as tears
Streamed down her face
How could this happen to me
No more will life be carefree
When she shared the news with him
He turned and walked away
Hadn’t seen or heard from him
Since that dreaded day
The unexpected bundle of joy
Had made his way
The pain and push
Is here to stay
Where is the joy that abounds
Blank face and stony heart
Cold eyes starring into space
No connection to be found
Detached from the start
In my quiet time I read Day 50 in the Book of Mysteries written by Jonathan Cahn. The title is The Exodus Factor and is about the Ivrim.
It means Hebrew-Those who cross over. The Hebrews crossed over the Red Sea and the River Jordan to get to the Promised Land. They crossed the Red Sea to get out of Egypt (old land). before they could cross the River Jordan (new Land).
In Genesis 12 God told Abram to leave everything he knew and go where He was going to show him. Abram might have been a little nervous about those instructions but he obeyed anyway.
As I read this the Lord showed me my journey begins in my head. I have to leave those fearful thoughts-renew my mind with faith filled thoughts before I can enter the promised land He has for me. My faith in Him and the process He is taking me through will in deed take me to where He wants me.
If you need to get to your promised land but you feel like you’re being delayed, remember you have to get out of the old land, physically, mentally or emotionally. You have to breakthrough and move to the new land. It can be done.
Genesis 12:1-3; Exodus 12:51; 2 Corinthians 5:17; Ephesians 4:22-24
This coming weekend I’m taking a CHL class. Before taking the class I needed to go to the range and practice the targets.
I should have completed the class a while ago but fear stood in the way because someone tried to take my life with the very thing I’m going to get a license for-a gun.
A friend was supposed to go with me to the range but for reasons unknown to me he didn’t show. After sitting in the parking lot for fifty-five minutes I had to leave for another appointment I couldn’t miss so I headed out.
Now comes the dilemma-when can I get back to the range to practice before the class this weekend. After my appointment was over I googled Eagles and found they were open until 9 pm. I prayed and enlisted God’s guidance and made my way back there again. I had been there before but never alone so I was nervous. I was met with friendly faces who were eager to help me get registered and a nice gentleman who attended to my needs on the inside.
The biggest thing that unnerved me was the sound of the guns firing. I’d jump every time I heard someone shoot but I stood against the fear I felt until it left. Every time I pulled the trigger I closed my eyes and I couldn’t tell if I hit the target or not. After becoming aware of what I was doing I had to make myself keep my eyes open. By that time I’d fired fifty rounds and it was time to go. While practicing I only jammed the gun twice. The nice man got me out of those jams.
All year things from my past have been popping up for me to deal with. So now was the time for my fear about my life almost being taken from me to be absolved. Today no more fear concerning that lives here. That journey was mine alone and no one else could help me.
I will attend the class, pass the test and get my license.
Today while reading The Daily Prompt Ripped from the Headlines, I came across a post that I found interesting and disturbing.
The article they used was from Mad World News about “White Woman Caught In Vulnerable Moment, Black Guy Rolled Up & Took Over”
Maybe I’m knit picking but these things caught my attention.
The person who wrote the post says ‘Paints a different picture than most of today’s articles about the interaction of white people and people of African descent’.
The next paragraph the guy was called ‘The colored gentleman’, that did not hurt these women in any way, he went out of his way to make sure they would be safe during their travels! Now the gentleman has gone from being a person of African descent to a colored gentleman who didn’t hurt the white women but surprisingly helped them. Apparently the blogger doesn’t know how to address the nice gentleman or Black, African-American, Colored, African decent.
Why was the writer surprised that all of us aren’t criminals and want to hurt white people. It would be nice not to be lumped together—the good, bad, whatever.
I’m going to speak about how I feel about all these different names, I am an American born in America. I didn’t come from Africa or any other country but my ancestors did—African and White. As far as I know Native Americans are the original people of this land.
I am not black. The last time I looked down at my skin it was brown. An African-American is not necessarily a person with brown skin. The person can have white skin. I’m not colored either. Pick a crayon if you want colored.
It seems no one knows what to call us.
Just call me an American
I was walking down the hall to my bedroom earlier this month. I heard a noise behind me.
I heard a raspy breathing sound with every step I took. When I stopped walking the breathing sound stopped. I thought I was in a horror movie and the creature was about to take me out.
As I took another step I realized that raspy breathing was coming from me. It became funny once the fear left. My starring role in the horror movie was over before it started.
Every inch of my face hurt along with both ears aching. The muscles in my neck and chest got a workout because with every breath I coughed, coughed and coughed some more.
Another fear set in. I thought I might have pneumonia-never had that before. I made a trip to the doctor to get an x-ray. The doctor didn’t give me the x-ray I went for because the diagnosis was a sinus infection and bronchitis.
It didn’t end there. The medicine was complete but the rattling cough remained. Back to the doctor I went. This time an x-ray was taken.
The x-ray showed no signs of pneumonia and all was clear. Yeah me.
I’m well on the road to recover. The x-ray gave me a peace of mind.
This week I crossed a milestone in my writing.
I’ve written five pages of a story. For some reason I thought I couldn’t write anything longer than three-fourths of a page–my blog or a poem.
I’ve been attending a writers group for over two years and now have my own group. I have two conferences and many workshops under my belt. Everyone was writing books except me. I didn’t believe I could write anything of that magnitude and surely couldn’t write fiction.
Another conference is coming up next month with a different platform. This year there will be workshops where accomplished writers help with your writing skills through something you’ve written.
That posed a problem for me. I had nothing–what would I do.
I was flipping through my tablet and came across something I’d written. It was notes that could become a story or even a book. With that in my hand I was still unsure if I could complete the task. I don’t recall writing the notes–it is my handwriting. I guess I did.
I spent a couple of weeks encouraging myself and writing tidbits The Lord was giving me.
This week became the week to do it. I sat at my dining table. I played a few games and checked my Facebook. Then I took a leap into a task that seemed bigger than life. After a few minutes I was on a roll. I wrote the five pages I needed. If it hadn’t been 1:30 am I would have written more pages.
I don’t know what an experienced writer will say about it but I’ve jumped a major hurdle and am pleased with myself. I will finish my story/book whether it’s publishable or not.
What task have you tackled that you never thought you could?