This Time of Year

God is my constant. This time of year, God usually reveals His power in ways that seem to hurt me but later reveal He was indeed helping me. He’s a constant Father in that way. This time of year, God usually pushes me inward to discover something that I’d lost. He’s a constant Friend in that way. This time of year, God usually breaks open the sky so that I can see Him more clearly. He’s a constant Provider in that way. This time of year, God usually exposes the enemy from its miserable hidden spaces. He’s a constant Protector in that way.

But why does God pursue me in this way? Why does He hold on so tight? Because I asked Him to. I asked God never to leave me. I asked God never to let me miss Him moving in my midst. And this time of the year, an intentional season of sacrifice and prayer, my eyes and ears are locked onto God like never before. I am His, and He is mine. This time of year, I am renewed in God saving me from foolishness. This time of year, I am reminded that I am set free from the shackles I’ve allowed to debilitate me. This time of year, I am resurrected from the weight of someone else’s hurtful words and deceptive schemes. I give notice; I belong to the one who is my constant. He will hold me with His mighty hand. God is my father, friend, provider, and protector! Who is your constant? To whom do you belong?

A Walking Testimony

I met a stranger a few days ago who shared something powerful with me. In our brief interaction she said she was having a challenging day. In that moment she was pressing her way through her work shift while also pressing her way through the realities of taking chemotherapy every day. The more I listened intently, the more she shared. She explained she was living with a rare blood disease that required a daily chemotherapy pill for her survival. My jaw dropped, and my forehead wrinkled. This woman didn’t look ill, nor did she struggle to move around. However, she did look a little worn, no doubt tattered by the issues life. Still she mustered up a big smile on her face and fashioned a smile in her eyes. She looked determined, wearing her work uniform with pride and what seemed to be a shield of perseverance across her chest. This woman was a walking sermon. A walking testimony that edified me in that very moment.

Yes, I’ve experienced life and death situations in my personal journey. Situations where God’s mighty hand saved me. Yet, somehow, I was finding it difficult to allow those experiences to minister to me in my current realities; realities that include aging parents with health challenges, finishing my doctoral studies and wearing multiple hats in carrying out the responsibilities of wife and mother. Meeting this stranger reminded me of the gift of life. No matter our predicaments or setbacks, God gifts to us seconds, minutes and hours in days we’ve never seen before. God gifts to us a world to walk freely in, humbly living our testimonies in the midst of people who need to be edified, who need to be resuscitated and encouraged. Sermons are not always preached from a pulpit. They are effectively lived. What sermon is your life preaching? Whose life have you edified without bringing attention to yourself? Someone is waiting for you to walk their way.

I Love You!

The choir sang a song Sunday that ministers to me every time I hear the words. “I love you, more and more each day. You are wonderful to me. And I’m striving to live a life that brings glory to your name. Because I love you Lord, more and more each day.”

The days leading up to Sunday, the long eventful week, had my energy on lockdown and my heart expectant of a jolt. I needed something from God. Truth is, I’m finding I need Him more and more. And as much as I realize I need Him, I’m finding I truly love Him. I love Him more with each day, with each lesson, with each test of life. The words of the song were the jolt I needed. They were an awakening that reminded me of who God is and my desire to live a life that is pleasing to Him.

Tell the Lord you love Him in the midst of everything you have going on in your life. Stop in the stillness of a moment and say, “I love you Lord.”

I Am Persuaded

Just when I think the bustle of life is slowing down, an urgent situation, an uncertain circumstance rolls in and disrupts my vibe. My pretty, wrapped-up in a bow thought processes to set-aside “me-time” or a “mental health day”, quickly dissipates to practically nothing until the next weary moment comes crashing in. As a teenager, I dreamt of my adult years as compartmentalized experiences that would yield a carefree life. Boy, did I get a reality check! My adult years have proven to be a mixture of sorts ranging from indescribable joys, hard-to-handle uncertainties and near-death experiences that have actualized a life I could not have planned for. I dare not complain. Even with its highs and lows, my life is better than what I could think or imagine. So, I press on.

My pressing is teaching me to flow with God as He dictates when and where and how. And I’m following His leading, getting what I need when I need it the most. Rather than be pushed away, I feel drawn even closer to God, motivated in a renewed mindset.

I am persuaded to live with fervor. I am persuaded to pray with fire. I am persuaded to serve with faith that moves mountains. I am persuaded. The life God has given me persuades me to be an example that points the lost, the broken, the forgotten, the cast aside – to Him. To Him, who saves me from myself. To Him, who is mighty in ALL things. To Him, who is Alpha and Omega. To Him, who bids us all to draw near to Him and find rest. Are you persuaded to begin a renewed walk with God? I invite you to do so today.