When Life Gets Crazy

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W Romans 5:2-5 New International Version (NIV)

through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.

O Interesting points from this passage of scripture:

·       We have peace with God through Jesus Christ

·       We gain access to Jesus through faith–just BELIEVE in Jesus

·       We boast in the glory of God

·       We “glory” in our sufferings

·       The products of suffering: perseverance, character, & hope

·       Hope does not put us to shame, because of God’s love

R I’m not even gonna lie. I hate it when life gets tough. I consider myself to be a strong woman, but sometimes life can get a bit overwhelming. Bringing me to my knees. Sometimes bringing my face to the ground. Troubles coming from every side. Bringing even the strongest person, like myself, to a breaking point.

With my eyes to heaven, I have to ask God why?

Why me? Why my family? Why my friends?

Things can get extremely confusing—especially when you try to live right.

However, the scripture calls for me to “rejoice in my sufferings” (Romans 2:3). How in the world can you rejoice when you are in so much pain? Experiencing so much hurt? Disappointment? Sadness? To the human mind, rejoicing in the midst of troubles seems irrational…quite stupid. Cause who in the world wants to throw a party when all hell is breaking lose around you? The realistic response to trouble is to react: get angry, take revenge, and in extreme cases throw in the towel. Life can get crazy like that.

But you see, I am maturing.

As I continuously go through trials and tribulations in life, I am learning how to be happy about my sufferings. Why? Because through the hard times, I learn how to persevere. Through the hard times, my character develops. Through the hard times, I put my hope and trust in God, which ultimately increases my faith.

Through the storms, I rely on the following to keep my head above water:

1.       Pray—Praying is simply a conversation with God.  I keep it all the way real. Letting God know exactly how I feel. Then, I listen for His response.

2.       Seek God—God speaks in many ways, including: His written Word, confirmation through other believers, praise and worship songs, nature and His creation, and the Holy Spirit (you know that still small voice that speaks to you…nudging you to do the right thing?)

3.       Be patient—Sometimes we will never get an answer to why things happen to us, but God is always there to carry us through the storm.

4.       Fellowship with like-minded people—The company you keep can make or break you in any situation. So, if the people you hang out with don’t point you to Jesus, leave them alone! Being in the house of the Lord is also the best place to build your faith.

5.       Don’t Give Up—One way to keep the faith is to make a list of all the things that are going well in your life. Like those blessings we take for granted (re: life, salvation, family, friends, etc.). The old folks used to say Count Your Blessings!

I’m telling you, the last two weeks have been CRAZY for me and my immediate family. Applying these practical steps to our lives helped us to make it through.

Signed, MrsMKauthor

D Dear God,

Life is hard. Please teach me how to maintain a positive attitude in the midst of difficult challenges.

Pain does not always feel good. It hurts. But through the pain, I learn how to persevere. I learn how to become a better person. I ultimately learn how to put my hope in You. The outcome of my trials outweighs the pain!

Help me, Lord! Teach me how to embrace the good and the bad!

Thank You.

In Jesus name,

Amen

5 Keys to Identifying Your Soulmate

I love YouTube. I am always finding resources that encourage, inspire, and help me. I found this video “5 Keys to Identifying Your Soulmate” and I absolutely loved it. Loved it so much that I sent it to my friends! So, I decided to post it today to help someone else who may need to hear this particular message. The speaker is funny, honest, and keeps it real!!!!!!!!! I definitely could relate to several parts of his story, especially the part where he says “you don’t have to go seeking out your soulmate, God presents them to you at the right time—when you are ready!” Whether you are single, married or divorced I believe you will enjoy hearing practical tips that will grow you in this season of your life. Have a blessed day everyone!

Tom Brady Ain’t Got Nothin’ On Him…lol!

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R They said my husband looks like Tom Brady. He’s even been called Justin Timberlake, Robin Thicke, Adam Levine, but my favorite is Jon B! Ha! My cousin, til this day, affectionately calls him Jon B. I personally don’t think he looks like any of them. In fact, I believe my man stands in a league of his own! Hands Down! No Competition! He is a special type of handsome. Fine from the inside out. A work of art. A masterpiece—one of God’s most precious creations! Sent to me from heaven above.

Came into my life when I least expected his arrival. If you have been following our story, you know that we met at work. Dated for a couple of months. Then, we were married. I would like to add that we kept our work relationship strictly professional—meaning we never spoke to (or even acknowledged) one another at work! So, no one knew about our relationship. Not until, I wore my engagement ring on the last day of school! It’s funny because we had the whole building buzzing! Ultimately, I transferred to another school so that we could keep our personal lives separate from the workplace. That was seven years ago…we’ve been rockin’ together since then.

Words cannot express how blessed I feel that he chose me to be his wife. My husband is my lover. My #1 homey. My rollie. My Ace. The kind of friend that Proverbs 18:24 speaks about—one that will stick closer than a brother.

Such an incredible man that has shown me unconditional love since day one. There were times when I pushed him away because I was too scared to let my guard down! Yet, he never let me go.

I couldn’t believe that a love like this existed in REAL LIFE. You know what I mean? Cause every time I turn around I see another failed relationship. Another divorce. And after experiencing my parent’s divorce there was a part of me that stopped believing in healthy relationships. I guess that’s why I gave him a hard time in the beginning (hence, the part of his story when he said I would show him something of myself and then work to lose him).

It took a long time for me to open my heart to receive this kind of love. The real thing.

God put my husband in my life to show me His love for me—a manifestation of Christ’s love in the flesh! I am so glad that God brought us together.

We have been through a lot. Ups and downs. But through it all we are happily married…and we intend to keep it that way.

‘Til Death Do Us Part.

With Christ at the center of this marriage, we cannot fail.

Signed, MrsMKauthor

O In some of my earlier posts, I’ve talked about how broken I was before meeting my husband. I read a quote somewhere that said: “Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us.” Reminds me of one of my favorite love stories in the Bible: Ruth and Boaz. If you ever need some encouragement or a glimmer of hope, I suggest you read the book of Ruth. It is a quick read (only 4 chapters).

Ruth went through tough situations. Her story is one of triumph—how she went from being widowed, a stranger in a new country and then miraculously a beautiful bride to the man of her dreams (Boaz).

Her story confirms that blessings will find you—check this out (Ruth 2:10-12):

10 At this, she bowed down with her face to the ground. She asked him, “Why have I found such favor in your eyes that you notice me—a foreigner?”

11 Boaz replied, “I’ve been told all about what you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband—how you left your father and mother and your homeland and came to live with a people you did not know before. 12 May the Lord repay you for what you have done. May you be richly rewarded by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge.”

God works through people! This passage of scripture goes to show that God will send the right person (or people) into your life to bless you in His timing. Doesn’t matter what the situation is: whether you are praying for a spouse, a child, healing for your body, a financial breakthrough…it doesn’t matter. I am a living witness! God is able!

God can turn any situation around. Give your life to the Lord! Trust Him! Have Faith! And know that all things work together for good to them that love God (Romans 8:28)!

W Romans 8:28 New International Version (NIV)

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

D Dear God,

Sometimes life is hard. Especially when you go through trials and tribulations and you have no idea of how things are going to work out. You have promised us in Your Word that ALL things work together for our good. Teach us how to walk in that promise. Help us to believe that no matter what, You have our backs and will work things out for us in Your timing. You have answered my prayers and blessed me abundantly. I pray that You will do the same for my brothers and sisters who are reading this post.

In Jesus name,

Amen

This YouTube version of the story is lengthy, but I liked it. Grab some popcorn and enjoy!

His Side of Our Story: Dinner, Pocket Combs, & Inside Jokes

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*** And so, our story continues…from my husband’s perspective.

That Friday after work, we met at the restaurant.

She had come directly after work and seemed hesitant. Her hair was cut into a bob and kept swinging over one eye. A rowdy after-work crowd was growing around us including a table immediately to our left.

“Are you guys on a date?”

The confident man standing over our table interrogating us also had a bob that was swinging over one eye. When he had walked into the restaurant, we had termed him “Justin Bieber.” Before his brazen question, I  had seen him in the men’s bathroom hogging the mirror and swooping his bob just-right with a pocket comb.

“Yeah, what’s up here?” Said a diminutive gentleman hugging to his side who we had ceremoniously dubbed “crawfish”.

Crawfish seemed to know that Justin Bieber was the alpha male of the two and was full-on wingman to the seductive powers of his hair. Or so, I guessed from my place at the table.

Previous to them walking over, a young lady who was part of their table had run out of the restaurant crying.

Now that they had warmed up, they made themselves comfortable hovering over us.

“We are both lawyers. What do you guys do?”

“We are teachers on a professional outing.”

“Oh, so this is not a date?”

“Me too. Thought it was date,” Crawfish chimed in.

“It is not, we are just talking.”

The trial team of Justin Bieber and Crawfish had set on us and were determined to unravel our first date before we even got started.

It is possible that another man might have been threatened by this dastardly team of young lawyers, but I only hoped they would leave to spare themselves any more embarrassment because it was obvious they were making a show of trying to pry my date, my future wife, away from me and to whisk her away into the night led by the glint of Justin Bieber’s trusty pocket comb.

Admittedly, at the time, I did not know my future wife all that well. However, I understood intuitively that Bieber and Crawfish had no chance. Not to mention, they had already been transmogrified into inside jokes. They were jesters beside our table and I was hoping we could get back to our conversation.

The more we talked, the more interested I became in the woman across from me. She was different. She was soft and yet blunt, funny but not cynical or self-deprecating and could handle being deep and still light.

It seemed the only way to keep talking was to leave, so I got up to pay the check and while waiting for the tab, my future wife absconded out the door.

I paid the check, pushed my way through the crowd and caught up with her outside.

And catch up with her I did. It seemed that for the next six months I was chasing after her, following her out of doorways and following her across bridges and paths that all led to a new and unknown place. She would show me something of herself and then work to lose me. But, love ran us both down. Love is pushy like that.

And, after six months, including about one month trapped inside together during a snow storm, we were married.

 

His Side of Our Story: Making A Move

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*** And so, our story continues…from my husband’s perspective.

As we neared the Thanksgiving break, I decided to email her.

ME: Hello,

      I am free after school to help you with the kids, if you still need help.

Your move.

HER: The kids would need help and they would greatly appreciate your expertise.

Hmm. Ok. The kids? Why are we talking about them? Well, I showed up after school and she promptly escorted me to the copy machine. The kids needed copies. So, after standing over the dumpy, chugging copy machine for an hour, I returned to my future wife making fun of my last name—our last name.

I could tell I was going to have to pick up the pace.

ME: I think it’s best that you give me your number, so we can work out the details for practice more easily.

She relented—hesitantly.

The minute I had her number, I texted her and asked her if she wanted to get some coffee after practice.

HER: I don’t drink coffee.

ME: How about a muffin? They have delicious muffins. Coffee cake.

HER: Is this a date?

ME: It is a professional outing.

HER: Are we going to discuss the National Academic League?

ME: Of course.

Of course, I had no attention of discussing the National Academic League, the kids, the croaking copier, the school, books, reading or any of the like. I wanted to know about her. I wanted to let the warm fireplace and soft acoustic guitar of the coffee shop take us away.

So, on a sunny and frosty day in December, we drove separately to our “first date.” And in the back room—a box of sunlight—we sat across from each other and talked.

In the toasty sanctuary of the cafe, my future wife refused my offer of a coffee cake muffin and looked at every beverage option as if it were poison. Yet, once we sat down, we had instant chemistry.

Talking was easy and we seemed to play off each other, to know how to load each other’s punch lines. The conversation was light and we quickly started to form a long list of inside jokes.

It seemed only natural that we go on another “date.”

The thing was we couldn’t call it a date because we were coworkers. It would be “inappropriate” to go on a date, so we settled for a “professional outing.”

I hardly knew what that meant under the circumstances, but she seemed more comfortable with that. So, I set about looking for a perfect location for our professional outing.

Settling on a restaurant that seemed like casual fine dining, I made my move.

 

His Side of Our Story: A Chance Encounter

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***There are two sides to every story, right? Well, my husband will be telling his side of our story in the next upcoming posts, including this one. Just in case you missed previous posts, I have them all uploaded here! Now, on with the rest of his story…. 

After a series of meetings and professional developments that woman from the parking lot had caught my eye. She was always saying something funny, lighting up the room and distracting me from the gargantuan task of being a first-year teacher in a new city.

Then, one day, a few months into the school year, I was walking down the stairs in a daze and we crossed paths.

To cut to the end, the woman in question is now my wife. In the midst of my soon-to-be wife confronting one of my most challenging students, I was transfixed. She was holding her phone in one hand and gesturing emphatically with the other, which held a box of pizza. The student in question almost knocked her over running down the stairs.

I spoke, “She is in my homeroom –”

That was about all I got out.

My wife-in-waiting looked at me with enough cold indifference to kill a fresh bed of prairie sunflowers.

“And? Why are they coming down the stairs unattended? Is there a procedure for leading the kids to lunch in 8th grade?”

Her beautiful face seem to say, “Who are you and why are you talking?

She had turned her sights on me.

Oh, let me explain, I thought.

I was about to say that the girl was in my homeroom, but I had not brought her down the stairs. I had brought another class down the stairs and that I thought I did OK with escorting them down said stairs and that they only seemed to jog rather than run full speed downhill and, no, we had no idea what we were doing in 8th grade, but…

In the middle of this thought, she turned her back on me and walked away. The student followed her.

Alone, I stood there for a second. Checked the time. To follow up this Category Five disaster and 6-foot subterranean banishment, I ran upstairs and told my colleague that I had encountered the most heavenly woman on Earth.

And, I had decided then that I would take her to the only place I knew, the coffee shop down the street from my house.

There was not seemingly an easy way to get her on a date. She was an established teacher – popular and confident and frequently wearing high-heeled boots. Yet, the Lord made a way for an opening.

She was the coach for the National Academic League. I was surprised I didn’t figure this out since the information was advertised on every school announcement and teacher meeting. In one of these meetings, she appealed to the teachers at the school to assist the students in learning facts and skills that would be crucial during their matches.

This was my moment. God had combed the waves asunder before me. I put my foot down and took my first step toward my destiny.

His Side of Our Story: A New City

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***There are two sides to every story, right? Well, my husband will be telling his side of our story in the next upcoming posts, including this one. I asked him to write up his interpretation of how we met and submit it to me, kind of like how I solicited his help with my NAL team…heehee! Just in case you missed previous posts, I have them all uploaded here! Enjoy! Oh, just in case you haven’t done so already, check out the About Me section of the blog to get to know more about me, ya dig? Now, on with his story….

I had moved into a homey section of a new city. It was a small section of the city, not far from where I worked.

In the area, there was a cafe. I would often frequent there as I worked on a long project. The owner was a kind woman who struck up conversations with seemingly everyone.  While, the clientele was a group of local families who all knew each other. From bits and pieces of overheard conversation, it seemed like many of the families who frequented the cafe went to a nearby catholic school. In turn, on Saturdays, the environment was intolerable. A bellicose world of people sipping tea, innocent smiles, loose children, people catching up and “oh, I haven’t seen you in so long” conversations.

You see, I was from nowhere. That was what I preferred. I wanted to work and have a conversation that left as little of a memory behind as possible. I wanted my espresso and my coffee cake muffin and then to be left alone permanently.

I had intended this new city to be no different than Buenos Aires. I had lived in the Paris of South America for 18-months and made no friends, spoke to people only to order empanadas and pretended to be deaf in one instance when I encountered another stray traveler from the United States. I understood only English in a room of people speaking Spanish. For most people, this would be some form of torture, but, for me, it was peaceful.

There is nothing wrong with me. I can have normal conversations when prompted. I am amiable. I am good-natured. I can be gotten along with. I can make small talk. I am not peevish or awkward. However, to be honest, at some point, making friends seemed troublesome. This difficulty occurred around the time my parents divorced. I became malcontent with all relationships and maybe ended some unfairly. Nonetheless, I isolated my life and buried myself in what I was good at—writing.

So, I intended to treat this place like Buenos Aires. That plan was working fine, until I bumped into a woman at my job in the parking lot.

To be continued…

Real Love Will Always Find You (Part 3)

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***If you haven’t already done so, check out the About Me section of the blog. For the next 13 weeks, I will be writing about how my husband and I met. I will be switching up the format for the posts. Instead of W.O.R.D. it will be R.O.W.D. to help my stories flow a lil’ betta. Ok? Cool? Now, on with the story…

R One morning in November 2010, I played Kirk Franklin’s album “The Fight Of My Life” as I always did to start the school day. I remember the song “Hide Me” playing in the background while I planned my lesson. Tears started to flow from my eyes (my eyes are watering now as I am typing this). The beautiful lyrics ministered to my heart:

You’re making me stronger now (It don’t feel good right now, but I had to realize)

You’re making me stronger now (It’s necessary, you’re trying to grow me up)

You’re making me stronger now (You’re taking away everything that’s not like You, Jesus)

You’re making me stronger now (It’s that breaking process, yall)

You’re making me stronger now (Your delay is not a denial, I realize)

You’re making me stronger now (You love me too much to give me too much, Jesus)

You’re making me stronger now (Your plan is perfect even when I am not, I realize)

You’re making me stronger now (I can’t rely on my own strength this time y’all)

My face was wet with tears and I didn’t have any MAC to fix my makeup. In the middle of wiping my face with Kleenex, my instructional aide walked through the door. She was always on time for work, but she was unusually early that day. Embarrassed, I tried to get myself together, but it was obvious that I had been crying.

She was always warm and friendly. We talked often, but mostly about the kids. Though on this day, the conversation went in a different direction. I suppose discernment led her to talk with me on a personal level. God gave her a word just for me. And I knew it was from God because she said a lot of things concerning my personal life that I had never mentioned to her before. I was shocked! It was like she knew about EVERYTHING I was going through. That’s how I knew it was God speaking to me through her.

Full of wisdom, she encouraged me to keep following the Lord. She thanked me for all that I did for the kids and the school. Told me to keep doing good. I remember her saying these exact words, “God hears and sees you…the Lord has a special blessing for you. God is going to send you a husband. Be patient. Believe. He is going to do it. Just wait and see!” I smiled and received everything she said.

We talked awhile longer before the students arrived. She invited me to attend a revival service at her church. Wanna know something crazy? It would be the same church where my future husband and I would get married. I know! I know! Wild, right? (Blushing) I am just amazed at how God does things… (smh) mind blowing!

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Fast forward to Thanksgiving break. Wolverine sent me an email. This time it wasn’t about NAL. He wanted to take me out on a date. If you’ve been following the blog you know, I don’t do the whole “mess around with the co-worker” thing. When it comes to business, my personal life is off limits!

But he persisted and persisted and persisted. I finally agreed. HOWEVER, I made it clear to him that it WAS NOT A DATE! It would be a “professional outing.” So, on December 2nd we went to grab a cup of coffee at a local cafe.

O-M- to the G! We instantly clicked. He was the coolest and kindest guy I had ever met! (Awwwww…my eyes are watering again!) Funny thing is: I felt like I had known him my whole life. The conversation was natural—we literally talked about everything! The chemistry between us was so perfect that it was scary. I remember us laughing a lot and him being time enough for my feistiness! I enjoyed his company. We ended the professional outing with a “thank you for the coffee” and a “you’re welcome!”

I got home and started planning my lesson for the next day. As I was emailing myself the materials, another message from Wolverine popped up in my inbox. He wanted to know if I would like to get dinner tomorrow after school…you know, a second professional outing! Shaking my head and smiling, I told him I would get back to him.

The following day, was Friday. Friday’s were always fun, but super hectic. Between teaching lessons, grading assignments, taking the kids to Fun Friday activities, conferencing with parents, meeting with my team, and completing paperwork, I was beat!

After dismissal, I picked up my phone. I noticed a text from Wolverine, asking again if I was up for getting a bite to eat. I had forgotten all about that. Shoot! There was no way I was leaving the school by 4 p.m. ‘cause I had so much to do! UGH!

So, I didn’t respond to his text.

In passing, I told my instructional aide about the text message. She was like, “You should go! Get out of here. Enjoy yourself! You work late every day. Take a break…go out and have some fun!”

I told her I couldn’t cause I had too much work that needed to be done before I left for the day. But she told me again to “leave that work for Monday. Get to know him…give him a chance.”

I explained to her how I felt about mixing my professional life with my personal life. Yet, she continued to push me to go.

I thought about what she said: It would be another “professional outing”. I would eat and then leave. Nothing more…nothing less. I would hang out for a little bit and go home.

So, I texted him back.

And I met up with him for dinner…my life would never be the same.

I knew real love had found me.

Signed, MrsMKauthor

P.S. Hear his side of the story in tomorrow’s post…

O Remember that list with the red checks from my previous post? Man, he was all that and some more! LOL! Of course, it took some time for me to know this. I would check off each “qualification” after each time we hung out.

And hung out was what we did! We would frequent Panera, coffee shops, malls, museums…we had a blast! Everything was cool. Everything was chill. Everything was real. Everything felt right. It was destiny.

I wonder where I would be today had I not listened to the advice from my wise instructional aide? I wonder what my life would’ve been like if I wouldn’t have gone on that dinner date…oops!  I meant professional outing?

I wonder what would’ve happened if I had listened to the negative thoughts in my head that were pushing me not to hang out with him? The discouraging thoughts that told me 1.) you shouldn’t be hanging out with your co-worker, 2.) real love doesn’t exist, and 3.) he’s handsome, but not necessarily your type.

I am glad that I stepped out on faith and gave him a chance. In time, God revealed to me that he was what Boaz meant to Ruth. What Isaac was to Abraham and Sarah. My blessing.

He was the ONE.

My advice: Wait on the promise. Don’t settle for counterfeits because real love (and other blessings) will always find you.

 W Proverbs 3:5-6 New International Version (NIV)

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.

D Dear God, I thank You for all that you have done for me. Words cannot express how grateful I am. Your Word is true: for all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen. I give You honor and glory not just for what You have done in my life, but for who You are! May You get the glory and honor out of my marriage. I pray that our story will bless each and every person that reads it in such a way that they will be encouraged to trust You with everything that concerns them.

In Jesus name, Amen

Real Love Will Always Find You (Part 2)

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***If you haven’t already done so, check out the About Me section of the blog. For the next 13 weeks, I will be writing about how my husband and I met. I will be switching up the format for the posts. Instead of W.O.R.D. it will be R.O.W.D. to help my stories flow a lil’ betta. Ok? Cool? Now, on with the story…

R I had to admit, he had a clever way of getting my number.

Even though he had other intentions for using it, Wolverine stayed true to his word of using the phone number to communicate solely about NAL stuff. Yes, he stopped attending NAL practices, but he continued to help me coach the team in other ways. He met with kids during his lunch break to go over trivia questions and gave me reference materials, tips and strategies to help us win competitions.

And we did win! The team was undefeated. We had tremendous support from our principal, teachers, staff, parents, and school community. Things were going great. At least in that area of my life.

When I think back to that period of time, there are two words to describe that season: lonely and dark. I was trying to bounce back from a failed relationship. Still dealing with the sadness of how things had ended. Yes, it was the will of God to sever all ties with the guy, but the process of moving forward was not easy. I would like to say that I was good, but I wasn’t.

It was hard. I was frustrated just thinking about the time, energy, and effort I put into the relationship. The heartbreak was painful. And it didn’t help that the guy would call me every so often “just to check in and see how I was doing.” UGH! Then, add that to the other things I had going on: staying on top of my workload, family drama, bills…lol…you name it! It was a rough time.

I held it together on the outside, though. No one knew what I was really feeling on the inside. Cause I was always wearing a smile. Always telling jokes. On top of my game. Never lettin’ anyone see me sweat.

But God knew.

Kirk Franklin’s “The Fight of My Life” was the soundtrack of my life! I literally played the whole album every day when I got to work. Occasionally, I would find myself crying to three songs: “Help Me Believe,” “Hide Me,” and “It Would Take All Day.”

The lyrics of “Help Me Believe” definitely describes EVERYTHING I was feeling:

I wanna believe
But I’m having a hard time seeing past what I see right now, I see right now
I wanna be free
But when I try to fly I realize I don’t know how, no one showed me how
Wish I could see that this mess I’m in will really work out for my good, you said it would
So, if you can hear me, can you give me a sign cause I don’t feel you like I should, please if you could
My faith is almost gone, I can’t hold on much longer, take this cup from me

Help me believe
Can I believe
Let me believe
I wanna believe
I’m no good on my own, please give me another chance
It’s hard to believe in what I can’t see
To give you my will cause you’re what’s better for
You can look in my eyes and see I wanna believe, believe, believe, believe

All of the pain and challenges I was going through worked to my advantage ‘cause it drew me closer to God. I wanted to know more about Him. I had a strong desire to pursue God’s will for my life. So, I started reading the Bible more. Studying. Fasting. Praying. Attending weekly church services. Doing whatever I could to strengthen my walk with the Lord.

I remember reading a book by Shannon Ethridge called Every Single Woman’s Battle: Guarding Your Heart and Mind Against Sexual and Emotional Compromise. I stumbled upon the book at the library and after reading it I knew it was God’s plan for me to find that book. It put a lot of things into perspective for me regarding dating and being a single woman. Reading the book was a game changer. The book inspired me to stay true to God’s Word. To never compromise my values, morals, and faith for anyone or anything!!!

I had a mindset to stand on the Word of God! I believed if I put God first, everything else in my life would fall into place. Knowing the truth about God’s love for me gave me the confidence I needed to trust Him. He knew the desires of my heart and in His time, they would be manifested in my life.

With my mind stayed on Jesus, I was able to navigate each and every storm with a renewed assurance that everything was gonna be alright! All things were working together for my good.

All the while, I continuously prayed that God would help me to believe His plan for my life was perfect. I could trust Him.

One day, in my quiet time with the Lord, He prompted me to pray for everything I wanted out of life. Then, He asked me to write down all the qualities I wanted in a husband. Being obedient, I got to work. I was able to dig up my old journal and I actually found the list (don’t judge me…heehee):

list
Stay tuned for the rest of the story in Part 3…find out what those red checks on the list represent!

Signed, MrsMKauthor

O As I stated in previous posts:

If you are waiting on the Lord for ANYTHING, continue to WAIT on Him! He might not come WHEN you want HIM or HOW you want Him BUT HE IS ALWAYS ON TIME!

Here are the Top 10 Lessons I learned from this experience. I hope it encourages you:

1. God will never leave us or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5).

2. Jesus encourages us to not worry about our lives because God knows everything that we need. We must put God first by seeking the Lord (with a pure heart and not for selfish motives). In turn, He promises to take care of us (Matthew 6:25-34).

3. God wants us to love Him with all our heart, soul, and mind (Matthew 22:37).

4. If we take delight in the Lord, God promises to give us the desires of our heart (Psalm 37:4).

5. Never lose your faith (Hebrews 10:23).

6. Hold onto God’s unchanging hand (Isaiah 41:10).

7. God cares about EVERYTHING concerning YOU (1 Peter 5:7)!

8. If God says He is going to do it, TRUST HIM AT HIS WORD! (Isaiah 55:8-9, Habakkuk 2:3).

9. God is not a man that He should lie! He does not change His mind! (Numbers 23:19).

10. He WILL bring to pass, everything He has spoken over Your life! Believe it! (Isaiah 55:10-11).

 W Habakkuk 2:2-3 New International Version (NIV)

Then the Lord replied:

“Write down the revelation
and make it plain on tablets
so that a herald may run with it.
For the revelation awaits an appointed time;
it speaks of the end
and will not prove false.
Though it linger, wait for it;
it will certainly come
and will not delay.

D Dear God, Thank You for Your goodness and mercy that will follow me all the days of my life. Heavenly Father, I thank You for being honest and loyal. Thank You for being patient with me when I had doubts about Your plans for my life. Thank You for getting me this far in my journey. Thank You for believing in me when I did not have the strength to believe for myself. Thank You for always seeing the good in me and for always seeing me now as “what I shall be!” You are awesome!

God, I pray for my friends that are reading this post. I pray that You will bless them abundantly. I pray that You will lead and guide them in their journey, especially during the tough times. Send Your Holy Spirit to comfort them. Show them signs of Your goodness! Send people into their lives to encourage them and build them up. Father, as they seek You, I ask that You give them the desires of their heart. Help them to be patient as they wait for You. You said in Your Word the salvation of the righteous comes from You. May You be their stronghold in times of trouble. May You help and deliver them as they take refuge in You.

You are worthy to be praised! May You get the glory and honor out of our lives. We love You.

In Jesus name, Amen

 

Stop letting negative thoughts kill you!

What are you focused on?

What are you worried about?

What’s got you stressing?

What is keeping you up at night?

Are you feeling depressed or hopeless?

Are you stressing over things you cannot control?

Are you worried about your relationships?

Are you having issues with your family?

Are friends letting you down?

Are you struggling to pay bills?

Are you grieving the death of a loved one?

Do you need healing in your body?

Are you having doubts about your purpose in life?

Do negative thoughts control how you see yourself?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, please take 23 minutes out of your day to watch the video clip below!

I was led to take a break from the series I am working on to post this.

Someone needs this today!!!! Stop focusing on what’s going wrong because you will miss what’s going right!

Your mind is your power! Get your mind back and you will get your power back!