Wear Out Your Welcome…

Proverbs 25:17 Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour’s house; lest he be weary of thee, and so hate thee.

Good thing God isn’t my neighbor!

I’m going to keep asking, praying and praising until I wear out my welcome with God.

There eventually will be a stalemate because I have the same thing that God has. Don’t believe me? Christ Jesus says that I have the same power that He has.

His Word also states emphatically that “A house divided against itself cannot stand.” His Word, not mine.

Therefore if I be in Christ and He in me that His same power resides in me, thus God can’t war against Himself; it’s counterintuitive to His will for my life.

And so, since I’m still feeling insatiable, He has to keep on pouring out.

He’ll get TIRED of me sooner or later. ūüėā

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LIFE.

It’s amazing how life and having to walk out our faith will change our priorities. I used to think that dudes, clothes, partying and parlaying were all there was to life, and that life was all cookies and cream.
Then “Life” happened and I realize that I wanted more than just a dude but a husband, and a family, more than clothes but a wardrobe and more than partying and parlaying, but a home and vacations; and I realized that I was unfit to bring those blessing to pass.
I realized that only God gives good and perfect gifts; those kind of gifts that not only bless us but others too.
The moment when we realize that we are nothing without God suredly is an eye-opener!
My eyes are towards the hills from which cometh my help! Where we are looking definitely determines where we are going!
Life is more than Salvation.
Life is the Promise(s) of God.

#AnyDayNow

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Been There… Done That…

#BeenMeToo

Just make sure you go all the way… And out your dirty uncles, cousins, dads, brothers, play cousins, step-kin, god-fathers, CURRENT employers, not just post- employment; regardless if they’re the same or opposite sex. Assault is an equal opportunity offender. (Or does that just happen in black circles?) What? Too soon to make it a black/white thing? Never too soon to insert black here —>>> That’s part of the problem, no longer inserted, but simply HERE.

Segregated assault too? DANG?!

Either we go into the crucible at the same time or don’t ask me to fight for or with you, if you can’t do the same in return for me. One must ask the question, “Why now?” Because the last colored woman I saw stand up was Anita Hill and I didn’t see neither blacks or whites stand up for, or with her.

How dare she do that to OUR nigga, one of them Harvey Weinstein but niggah, niggas. Ones with power. Once they’re that high and prominent, the only difference applies to the men; the women are all expendable; or haven’t you noticed?

Your President broke man-code; apparently like Steve Harvey, if you buy it, I’ll sell it to you – I promise. This is How we make America great, right? Break whatever, whoever, whenever; grab whomever, whenever, whenever.
I bet Harvey Weinstein, said “First Steve Harvey, now the freaking President!, they’re making it hot at my spot!”

Now Al Franken is saying that same thing regarding Harvey Weinstein, ” Thanks for airing my unsoiled laundry.” Because that wasn’t no where near a dirty draws incident. I’m not here to judge but lives are hanging in the balance. 15 minutes of fame seekers must be vetted and weeded out.
Only real cases please need apply, because once again lives are hanging in the balance.

Pedophiles and predators have been on the prowl; and stay lurking for prey.

I don’t know of a woman who hasn’t endured assault or harassment at one time in their lives.

Be as quick to stir the hornets nest in your own families, as you would be about another. Again, aren’t we still talking equality? It slices both ways.

We’ve been there and done that, and have the t-shirts and scars to show it.

All I implore is that we inact true change and not inclusiveness via mob-rule, vendettas, witch-hunts, or to be apart of a movement just for the time being.

There is strength in numbers but the numbers need to combine to make a fist or else they’re simply indivisible, single digits.

Let’s show where we’ve been, by going somewhere new.

 

 

 

Strept Throat…

The Church has Strep Throat, it can barely eek through a raspy Word from the Lord; if it ain’t about planes, trains and automobiles.
All these building funds but only a few houses are being built, and it’s for them to live in, and then a house for God.

It hurts to speak right now, the world’s issues at the forefront of our society are a “sore” subject.
Sadly, it’s contagious and spreads rapidly through close relationships, but also, just in passing by. A quick channel surf pass TBN or The Word Network will make a person on the fence of faith remain on the side they already know, versus trying God for themselves.
We have to dig for God’s Word as they do for truffles- No wonder they’re so expensive. And no wonder the church is feverishly feeble – Hot, but for a sickly reason. “Truffles¬†are¬†expensive¬†because it is very hard to farm them. They only like very specific kinds of soil and tree. Because they live inside tree roots, you can’t just plant¬†truffle¬†seeds in a field or something.” We can’t farm God’s Word, for all these conference seminar attendees and producers. The harvest has always been in the hand of God. And He’s very specific about How He likes to be praised and how His house is run.
We must take God off the cart of what we think is best; because bystanders are dying, and back on to the shoulders of the Priests. The Church always takes the brunt of the load; it’s where the blessing is produced.

The pain of opening it’s mouth is the reason for the prolonged disease to permeate and fester; opening it’s mouth with praise and loving reprove of both the State of The Church first, and then the World, is the only way to get the needed medicinal healing in; until then, the pain ensues.

God doesn’t do choo-choo sounds and airplane noises to trick us into opening up our mouths; He expects us to welcome the medicine, no matter how nasty the taste, because we ourselves want to be healed.

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Need A Healing…

The Church has Strep Throat, it can barely eek through a raspy Word from the Lord; if it ain’t about planes, trains and automobiles.

All these building funds but only a few houses are being built, and it’s for them to live in, and then a house for God.

It hurts to speak right now, the world’s issues at the forefront of our society are a “sore” subject.

Sadly, it’s contagious and spreads rapidly through close relationships, but also, just in passing by.¬† A quick channel surf pass TBN or The Word Network will make a person on the fence of faith remain on the side they already know, versus trying God for themselves.

We have to dig for God’s Word as they do for truffles- No wonder they’re so expensive. And no wonder the church is feverishly feeble – Hot, but for a sickly reason.

Truffles¬†are¬†expensive¬†because it is very hard to farm them. They only like very specific kinds of soil and tree. Because they live inside tree roots, you can’t just plant¬†truffle¬†seeds in a field or something.”

We can’t farm God’s Word, for all these conference seminar attendees and producers.¬† The harvest has always been in the hand of God.¬† And He’s very specific about How He likes to be praised and how His house is run.

We must take God off the cart of what we think is best and back on to the shoulders of the Priests.¬† The Church always takes the brunt of the load; it’s where the blessing is produced.

The pain of opening it’s mouth is the reason for the prolonged disease to permeate and fester; opening it’s mouth with praise and loving reprove of both the State of The Church first, and then the World, is the only way to get the needed medicinal healing in; until then, the pain ensues.

God doesn’t do choo-choo sounds and airplane noises to trick us into opening up our mouths; He expects us to welcome the medicine, no matter how nasty the taste, because we ourselves want to be healed.

I’m Not Just Anybody.

Not everyone was a slave, even during Slavery.

Not everyone remained a slave, even during Slavery.

Not everyone will trust God, even during tough times.

Not everyone will trust God, even during good times.

Not everyone will see the Promise(s) of God.

Thank God I’m not that somebody.
I’m someOne who is willing to take Him at His Word.

Thank God I’m that someone, and not just anybody, everybody or somebody.

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It’s Alive!

This page is ALIVE!

So many dead parts of my life brought together to be resurrected.

EVERY POST Full of LIFE and you can’t help but to be encouraged. No one part alike, but each part that could be salvaged is being used and conjoined to another – A one of a kind creation.

I can’t help but to be encouraged… I come here to perform surgery. Dead isn’t always dead, not to the One with All Power.

Trust me when I say that “I am not a monster!” But God’s Word will transform you, from a once hated creature, into a loveable Macabre.

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