Your reputation precedes you

Someone I know, our relationship is more than any “ship”I would ever hope to define and Webster doesn’t even come close.  She’s my “baby mama” or one of them but don’t even try to figure that out, lol.

Well, anywho, my buddy became unemployed; not fired but contract ended and thus began her journey through Whyville.  She was’t sad but I noted a bit of discouragement, particularly after an interview did not go as She had planned.  Having passed through Whyville a few times, I listened and offered her an umbrella that had recently been handed to me.

I was Netflix(ing) and chilling (not in the new age sense, I suppose) and I came across #deathtoselfie.  The title alone, compelled me to push select and thus the handing of the umbrella commenced.

I watched #deathtoselfie onNetflix but did anything but chill.  I so enjoyed this sermon because for the first time, I had an answer to a question that I’d long posed aloud to Abba…what did it mean when biblical scholars wrote and God said “I AM the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob.” Well, Pastor Furtick surely was a light unto my path this day because I had such an A-HAAA moment that I chuckle now,  Pastor Furtick broke it down and as I interpreted it, when God was using this to get people to see ALL the sides of him and the way he can do and will do things and the types of people he covers based on the characteristics and actions of these 3 men.  When I emerged from my prayer closet, after having watched and listening to Pastor Furtick, I realized that not only is he the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, he is the God of me.  Now, I’m not too clear on Isaac but I get Abraham and thanks to Pastor Furtick, I got Jacob.

I thought about my friend and myself and our respective situations and was so excited for myself when I realized and received the message from Pastor Furtick.  Now, I’d always known that God doesn’t specialize in perfect people but there was/is something about this explanation that resonated with me.  The God of Jacob…the God of liars, cheats, thieves.  The God of the disappointed, lost, etc. you get the drift and when I got it, I felt the umbrella (covering) open up.  See, if you want to know how good something is, it’s all about word of mouth.  You have to get the right person (marketing) to make yourself known to the masses.

I’m still excited about this new discovery and sent my friend a text to let her know that not just God, but the God of Jacob was and is with her.  I have several names I call her but she knows who she is, you, may call her Jacob.

Love you TeeHee!!

What ails ya!!

 

 

You have some dirt on your forehead

Ash Wednesday:
Today marks the beginning of the Lenten Season and for those of us who practice the time has come to make a sacrifice. Sacrifice something that is pleasing in nature and in an effort to get closer to and obtain favor with God. For you non-believers, most see it as a time to drop a few pounds, but hey, whatever gets you there. There’s a multitude of information about Lent, scripture and etc., but one piece in particular stood out to me. One reading references Isaiah 58:1-12 and notes that fasting that does not lead to works of charity does us no good. When I read the full text – my Bible may have different wording but we all get the gist – it talks about performing compassionate acts for others and dealing with others righteously and learning to love and serve them in healthy ways. That fasting should lead to works of charity and we should not hide from relatives who need us. Well imagine my face twisting @confusedfaced – works of charity, I thought fasting was just about me clearing my body from indulgences that tend to distract me focusing on God. Then as I read a little more and applied my over analytical brain, I began to understand that what good does it do to fast, if it is only for my benefit. Well who else is going to benefit from me giving up fast-food, social media, soda, and any of my make it through the day treats besides me? I guess when you stop focusing so much on yourself and what you don’t have or are missing or focusing on all that you do have, it allows you to see the bigger picture. I won’t lie and say Lent isn’t a difficult season for me because it is. I’m not a foodie, I don’t love to eat but I love the things I eat. My eating habits are poor as it is (according to my trainer, I don’t eat enough, don’t eat often enough and at times eat the wrong things at the wrong times) so this journey will be an adventure. Life got busy and hectic for me and I did not have adequate time to plan for today, thus I slipped up and ate meat today, a no no for Ash Wednesday, so I will do penance and have no meat tomorrow and as always Meatless Fridays, but I’ve taken it a step further with the loosening of my vices (ice cream, my nightly Twix bar – don’t know how I’m going to survive without that) but I’m confident I will be successful. As for charitable acts, I think I do more good than the Salvation Army. The giving of my time, money, talents and anything else I have is always demanded and while at times I can become a bit irritated with the requests (I’m only human) the request is still met, so aside from giving the shirt off my back, not sure how much more charitable I can be, but I’m sure this season will be revealing to me.

Tonight when I arrived home and hurricaned through my mail, house cleaning, recycling, bathing, changing of purses, selecting a wardrobe and all that goes with that and the saying of my rosary, I admit, I felt the need for some charity of my own but I did not complain. And I’m not complaining now. I’ve always know I was a giver, I was born that way (Gaga). I hated it when I was younger. My grandparents would make me take extra lunches to school, or help to pay for a kid who couldn’t go on a field trip, stuff like that and they were always helping someone out in the community. They were givers. The givers like you read about in the news, who would help ANYBODY and it really irritated me because nobody was helping me. Sad to say, the same is true today but, I have a better appreciation for my background and how I grew up now. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth but I think it was silver plated of high quality. I had everything I wanted and I had an over abundance of love and now I guess the universe is looking for a return on its investment. To whom much is given, much is required. If the things I’m experiencing now is the requirement for what I was given back then, well some of these celebrities better watch out because when their comeuppance is due the requirement is going to be quite handsome and I hope they are in a position to make due.

I’m not ashamed to say that these next 46 days (Sundays are excluded from the Lenten fast) will find me at various points of my best but my most sincere effort will always be there. My best varies from day to day and all I can hope for is that if I make it to tomorrow, that my best will be better than it was the day before. As I write this to say goodnight, I’m habitually reaching in my drawer for my nightly Twix and alas it is not there so I settle for a piece of sugarless gum and cup of water along with a prayer that right after I post this I fall asleep so I won’t scrounge around the house for my hidden Twix bars. I don’t like much but what I like I like and want. Maybe after 46 days, Twix and I will no longer be close friends, but let’s not get carried away, even close friends get back together.

1 down, 45 to go.

Who loves ya baby?

Yesterday was my Sabbath. Oh don’t get me wrong, growing up as I did, Sunday was THE day, but as an adult, I need that reCREATION after toiling all week and I need it the next day not the day after. Since I’ve developed (my term for aging), I’ve found that Sundays weren’t the same. Before I was as developed as I am now, Sundays were peaceful, restful. Now, I find that my mind shifts into work mode on Sundays and the peace and rest that once was there has been replaced with TO-DO lists, errands to run, sleep to catch up on, and, well, you get the idea. I could no longer be. Just be. Be still, be at peace, be at rest, just be, like I used to be, so I decided to make a change. Fridays are my Cyclone Closings. I’m running non-stop all day, to make sure I cram all my TO-Dos, errands, get in where you fit ins and anything else that NEEDS my attention, time, presence because Saturday is my Sabbath Day. Now, I find that my mind, body, soul and spirit can rest and reCREATE itself from the mental beating they took over the last 6 days. I no longer have to make/find time, get in where you fit in, listen to my cell phone calendar alerts asking for SNOOZE or DISMISS. Nope, now I can just be and oh what a feeling. Took me a while to get used to just be-ing. I was always looking for something to do, felt that I was wasting my precious time because I wasn’t on the computer, running errands or doing something that I’d neglected to do the 6 days prior. Now, whoooo, my be-ing is un-be-lievable. I wake up and my mind is clear. Dad and I talk off and on, all day. The quiet no longer gnaws at me to move. My transition to Saturday Sabbath Day gave me something I had (at least that was/is the perception) and something I yearned for…time. My microwaving, IMing, tweeting, texting, gottahaveitwritenow ID collapsed at the door. EGO was inflated – because I’m being self-centered, and deflated – because my self is being centered. And SUPEREGO, well after putting ID to bed and consoling EGO, found time To Relax. Get Comfortable. Get Mended with feet up and a 32oz cup of Cranberry GingerAle and without a coaster. Oh Sunday is still church day, but since rest is essential to maintaining a balanced life (do they make scales that can handle all that we need to balance) for me, day Seventh Sabbath Shores Soaring Spirits. Say that fast 7 times.