Destinations

A man's belly shall be satisfied with the fruit of his mouth; and with the increase of his lips shall he be filled. Death and life are in the power of the tongue; and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof. - Proverbs 18: 20&21 You can build a beautiful house with positive language. One that opens its doors to love joy peace prosperity faith and hope. These are all seeds to the blessing. You know the one that finds you no matter where you are. The one that God adds no sorrow to. The one time has no effect on it leaps from seed to harvest and harvest to seed. The blessing that makes promises it can't break no matter what you do. Or you could build a prison. A place where the bare minimum is never enough. A place where the 60 and 100 fold can't survive because your faith ran out of hope. Where expectation is cancelled by curses you inherited not realizing that life is in the Blood. I've lived in both places. Attached myself to curses that other people carri...

Most people think they learn forgiveness as a child. Which in part is true. Children generally forgive without thought. You don't have to ask for it or beg for it. They just give it. But something happens when we grow up. Its like we make a conscience effort to eat the apple which brings forth our own ideas on how to forgive. We have to engage our five senses in a way that no man can satisfy. We have to hear and feel the apology. The person desiring forgiveness has to articulate their vocabulary like your favorite song on a hot summer's eve in July. Saying words like I'm sorry because... and I apologize for..... We put our hands together to skip prayer and formulate schemes on how we can make somebody work for our forgiveness as if we are some supernatural higher being who has never needed forgiveness. The victim and the perpetrator always switch places assuming the other should have been the bigger person. We have the expectation for a divine quality to manifes...

I think that to assume your good friends will always be there when you need them puts unrealistic pressure on them. It puts them in a place that only God should be. It takes away your appreciation of God's promise to never leave nor forsake you. Sometimes we are left hanging high and dry. No one answers the phone or responds to that text. It's not in that moment that you find out who your good friends are but rather who God is. If I let go of every friend who wasn't there when I needed them I wouldn't have any friends. Often times its not a friend we need but it's God. If we turned to God as much as we turn to friends we wouldn't feel so betrayed. There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Yet we desire the comfort of men over the comfort of God. Im not saying there is something wrong with needing a friend. We all need a friend. None of us were created to be alone. Even God said it is not good for man to be alone. However I am asking what happens when y...

Minor misconception to Major problem  The statement if you stopped loving me you never loved me in the first place is an interesting thought to me. It seems like an attempt to put love in a time frame. Like its a conditional statement. If you did in a previous season but you don’t now then you never did. Maturity changes ones perspective. Now that I’m older this relationship is no longer fitting. So I choose to move on. This is wisdom. It takes far more than love to make a relationship work. How do I know? There’s a simple yet profound principle called a three fold cord. This cord is not easily broken. If there is one string missing from this cord called love then of course its easier to break. This is where that statement comes from; if you don’t now then you never did. But what if that isn’t the case? What if love just needed a better support system? Perhaps a mix of prayer praise and worship and it wouldn't have fell upon a change of season. Prayer incubates while ...

As I sit here, I think about how the dynamics of relationships have changed in my own lifetime. I’m only 22 years old and I’m noticing how quickly the world is changing. I was born in the mist of the independent woman movement. You know all the women who independent throw ya hands up at me? All the way to if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. We moved from claiming we don’t need a man to claiming we don’t need a man unless he puts a ring it. Marriage has went from a well respected institution to comedy hour. It use to be if you love somebody you marry them to show your commitment. Now its we don’t need no ring or paper to prove we love each other. That's nothing short of dishonor. How can you request my body heart and mind to submission but refuse to honor our covenant before God my spiritual parents (my pastors) and family? Marriage was implemented so the world could have a consistent strong reminder of how God loves the church. Marriage is ministry not floating...

All my life I've been controlled by emotions. I sense freedom in my next worship session but because I can't feel it I won't grab it. I put my faith in things I could eventually touch. Hatred so thick I could cut a slice. Love so blind I made him my world. Fear so loud I lost track of time. Nothing so strong I couldn't feel anything. Disappointment so wide I knew it was coming. All in the name of facing my giants. I looked them square in the eye and decided to be friends. I figured if I got close they had no reason to kill me. I was wrong. i remember waiting on steps. crying myself to sleep as I waited every second for the doorbell to ring. not wanting to move because i knew he was coming soon. 7 turned into 9. 9 turned into to 11. 11 turned into tears on my pillow until sleep granted me peace. i remember jokes i couldn't laugh at. are you sure we're related? don't call me. ill call you. eventually i laughed to keep from crying. made so many jokes i never ...

Picture This Walking without a set destination. Wondering when my left and right switched positions causing me to go backwards. Hoping I would trip upon my future and land inside His will. Not sure if he still feels the same. He loves me He loves me not. Or maybe I don't love Him. Picture This A young lady fighting to hold on to what she knows. Not willing to give in to her past. Scared that she will disappoint those if they really knew the picture that sin snapped of her. Hoping they would believe for themselves but knowing the cross is heavy. Lord you said your burden is light and your yoke is easy. So why do I feel so heavy? Picture This Love blossoming like beautiful roses in a stone garden. Seperated but holding on tighter than ever before. Beautiful things come from hard places. Walking around several times doesn't always mean the walls fall down. Crazy things happen when you let Egypt conquer Judah. These jeans would fit better if I knew who I was. Picture This It...