The first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning was how angry I was yesterday. I “let the sun go down on my wrath” after years of practice. The events that transpired came from the shame and hatred I’ve felt towards myself when I disappointed the people I cared about. Shame manifested in unique ways through my experiences in the real world. I still look in the mirror sometimes to confirm what I’ve heard from many strangers, family members, and people that I thought were friends, “You’re Ugly”, “I didn’t notice your face without makeup” or, “Is that a man?”, ‘Why do you have that gap?”,”I thought you were your sister’s mom”, “they don’t do favors for people that look like us”, a former co-worker had said to me while waiting to order food in our cafeteria. Their words joined forces and created a monstrous echo that tells me I am not worthy or good enough. When I attempt to step outside my comfort zone, a place where the noise phases out and peace prevails, those voices speak louder than my sanity can handle. Normally my first thoughts are to run by indulging in irresponsible behavior but, I don’t want to feel this way anymore.
Life is but an adventure in which we learn how to become one with rourselves with the help of the dark night of the soul. The dark night will challenge our ego and force us to confront all the things that keep us from progressing on the journey through life. The Dark night has been nudging me for a long time saying, “It’s time to let go of what no longer spiritually serves you,” and to,“ irrevocably give yourself grace and love.” I will never be what others expect of me. Real life is the opposite of what the world accepts and expects. How someone else is doing isn’t a real comparison to the story of your life. So far I have learned that gratitude is the most important tool to combat oppression. What I don’t have or how I look is nothing in comparison for all I do have.
I am grateful to be 42 years of age and have lived through hardships that blessed me with my beautiful and brilliant daughter. I love my family, I appreciate the friends I do have, I value my peace because it is the space where magic happens, and I am grateful for the gifts I enjoy pursuing. All of these things are enough because I know that my gratitude will increase exponentially when I count my blessings.The dark night has been teaching me to give thanks to the pain because it allows me to grow into someone I’ll always be proud of instead of becoming someone I will one day be proud of. Always remember that life is a beautiful journey written by you. The dark night is challenging you to be in this world but not of it so that you can make your story an epic one.
“The prophesized days of darkness have been upon us for centuries. An illusion created by the fallen angels had given birth to the cycle of life and death. Mankind documented interactions with these demigods and formed religious beliefs in favor of blessings. As humanity continued to evolve faith became the agenda used to conquer territories in the name of “the one true God”. Once America was born mankind and the gods they believed in were given a space to launch the great experiment that would circumvent and conquer every god so that only one would remain. E pluribus unum, how the many become one. This Roman clause supported by European dictatorships invaded lands, captured its people, and imprisoned their Gods through slavery. Every resource was stolen for profit and power by sacrificing indigenous souls to their almighty God. Where are the ones who will save us, or are we meant to save ourselves? Thank you for watching, please leave a….”
Hi“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” A listless 42 year old Miara Jackson mumbled to herself while returning to her desk after a 15 min work break. She just finished viewing a video posted by Rebel Clans, a YouTube channel she’s followed for a few years. Miara had been working in Center City Philadelphia as a customer service representative for TelArk Tech Innovations for the past five years. She has felt overwrought, underpaid and undervalued for quite some time. Lately she’s been wrestling with her poor performance evaluations at work. Her customer billing inquiry calls have exceeded the 4 minute 59 second allotted time for the past 4 months and her quality assurance scores made her feel emotionally inept, as if she were immune to empathy. To add to her resignations she was one negative evaluation away from being fired from a job she hated but depended on. However, Miara didn’t have time to think about her traumas; she couldn’t even think about celebrating. Her life was centered around TelArk with its thought-reducing mundane tasks and life strangling policies. Her lack of fulfillment made her move about life ever pressingly robotic detaching from her identity and her desires.
“Thank you for calling TelArk this Mi…”
“I don’t care who this is.” A man with a raspy voice shouted into the phone. As he continued Miara had reached her breaking point. Since 2020 the world has faced a massive lockdown due to Covid; People of color were being propagandized by the left and right wing media; Americans were told the pandemic was over while humanity argued over vaccine hesitancy, to efficacy, and to wondering if the technology contributed to the rise of Sudden Adult Death Syndrome. Primarily, Miara could no longer be a makeshift Jesus sacrificing her peace for a company’s clientele whom they cared very little for. She hung up on the customer, signed off, called human resources and with confidence said,
Miara left the office and stepped out into the icy air of January in Philadelphia, a place that’s not always so sunny. The aroma was so much sweeter now though she had chosen the path of uncertainty. She wasn’t quite ready to head home, so she decided to take a walk through Olde City. When she arrived at the Liberty Bell she marveled over its universal meaning and her nuanced perceptions.The last time she had visited Olde City was during a Lawton Elementary school trip in the late 1980’s.This historical landmark reminded her that there was a massive fracture in what freedom represented for her and many others. In her eyes America should have always stood for freedom for all. But instead it ranked people by breed and used spiritual concepts to overpower Native populations, their resources and their land. Slavery had been a mechanism used to obtain what never belonged to the victors and to enrich the legacy of their kingdoms. Once the torch was passed to America’s Jim Crow, hourly wages and systemic greed replaced slavery.
“You either win it all or lose everything in this life. In the end people really do suffer from lack of knowledge,”she sighed, turned around and walked away knowing that she made the right choice to leave TelArk.
She made it to the parking lot and got into her 2016 Hyundai Tucson. After igniting the engine she clamped her phone onto the wireless charging mount and pressed to play the next song on her playlist, “555” by Jimmy Eat World. As the first chorus dropped the song began to lose transmission similar to switching between AM/FM Stations.
“I’m doing the things I’ve been told
Then why does it feel like I’m lo…..”
“Hello….hello…..Mia..ar…do yo…. Miara, do you hear me?” Said the voice of a man breaking through the track. Miara first thought that there was an issue with her radio until the man spoke again.
“Miara, if you can hear me?”I’ve been searching for you for many lifetimes.” his voice echoed from every direction.
Frightened, she demanded.“Who are you?”.
“You Must Remember Who You Are.” he repeated as the song cut in and out erratically until it abruptly ceased. Storm clouds filled up the sky as lightning ushered them in.
“Pol……….ar……..is.” the voice hissed.
Rain poured down from the heavens and tap danced on the roof of her car like tiny soldiers gearing up for battle. The sky darkened with each clash of thunder and bolt of lightning and Miara had no choice but to find refuge. She pulled into a parking lot on the westend of Kelly Drive overlooking The Art Museum of Philadelphia.
“MIARA!” He shouted with authority.
His mighty voice commanded the earth to shake. An Apparition began forming where the Art Museum stood and Miara was compelled to step out of the car to gain a better perspective of what was taking shape. Reality traversed between the present and a bygone era of Philadelphia before the Art Museum was erected and before there was a William Penn. A tall dark man dressed in 15th Century Moorish clothing began descending down from the heavens towards Miara. Gentle and golden rays of light lit the path behind him. The light was a part of him and emitted a powerful frequency revealing her true purpose. A wave of memories washed over Miara as she recalled why she was sent to this planet. Long ago she performed a powerful spell to protect the planet and its savior from an Alien race that needed the lifeforce of enlightened indigenous populations to survive.
“Do you remember now?” He beckoned as he lovingly gazed into her eyes.
“Emmanuelle?” her eyes dazzled like tiny shooting stars as tears began flowing down her face.
“Yes, my queen.”
“How long has it..” she trailed off but continued
“The fallen angels?”
“We lost but,” Emanuelle had begun to explain.
“And Sela?” She interjected
“She knows everything.” replied Emanulle.
“Let us go to her then.” She said with urgency.
The fate of the world was in jeopardy and the savior needed to be found before the Age of Crucifixion had begun. A moment before time rippled back to the present they joined hands and proceeded to walk into the light.
To be continued…..
This is the first time I’ve posted an original story. This short story is part of a larger series I’ve been developing for a while. I had to do a lot of research to form a cohesive story that was both entertaining and filled with some facts. I am excited to share topics that peak my interests and allow me to grow creatively before an audience.
I can recall many moments throughout my life when I failed to either raise my hand to ask for help when I was a child or express the authenticity of my voice to others in my adult years. I once hoped that I would remember the moment I lost the connection to dream freely, in a world where I vocalized my desires without a care but to dream. But, then I realized that retracing my steps perpetuated a false narrative of living life no differently than an NPC (non-playing character) in a Matrix simulated by me. I learned that the present is all that matters because the present builds future experiences. Life is vast, complex and infinite but I didn’t always see it that way. I let my private battles lead me down the path of the yellow brick road, losing my voice to battle scars along the way. It wasn’t until roughly a month ago while I was meditating that I discovered a way to activate my throat chakra.
I dreamt louder than my tribulations. I activated a habit to express pure love by sharing my passions. If you are reading this and you are a family member or a close friend you know that music heals my soul and writing allows me to share the inner workings of my contented mind. My 8th grade English teacher Ms. Jeska believed that I would become a writer one day. I locked her belief inside places where I could turn her encouragement into a prophecy. In the past I demonstrated selfishness. I hurt people because of my actions and greater, I hurt myself. I gave power to fear and justified playing the role of a victim. As I write these words I can’t help but to be proud of how I’ve bravely overcome the many idols that imprisoned my hopes.
There are no crystals, or emblems, or people or faith that can open the gateway to the best version of yourself and I know that saying something like this may come with resistance. However, I beseech that if we are to be like God then why do we so frequently give away our power to everything but God or to whomever or whatever we believe in? I believe with certainty that there are countless people who’ve lost their voice and may be in a place where they don’t know how to find it. I’ve identified as once being lost in the fear that I called my failure to speak up but no more. Live as boldly as you can. Make the world around you uncomfortable by applying your voice in places where free speech may have been forgotten or is yet to be discovered. Live out your dreams and forget the lies that express inadequacy. You were born with a purpose, you were born to be free, and you were born to add a new perspective in the world.
12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
I often wish I could go back to the day when I sold myself the lie that caused me to hate the sound of my voice, despise my tested integrity and reject the opportunities to love whenever I passed my reflections. I really do. I try so hard to get around my hindrances but, there is always this one question that seems to linger when no one else is around. How can I began to fix what could never be broken in the first place? If you are willing to unlock the secrets to your own heart know that the unlocking comes with a price. The price I had to pay began with the need to tend to my bleeding heart. Happiness is often something we are told we cannot search for. I’ve discovered a different path to that answer. Happiness is something we can search for but, it can only be found from within. In my truth, the heart bursts with forces that can serve or harm our individual universe. My heart was bleeding and the rhythm of its bleeding has caught my full attention.
In my world external judgment was designed by way of the art of show and tell. People are defined by their appearance, we then connect the way they appear to a particular nostalgia and then we place each appearance into a category just so we can accept or reject a person, place, and/or thing. If I am wearing clothing that appears to be dirty then much of the time I will be viewed as homeless or financially inept. I hadn’t realized that I had stepped into the pit of sharp glass of this reality until I recalled the first “ism” in my life; the first time I began to build the bridge away from self-love and acceptance. Show and Tell taught me that I should, in this order: hate my color, hate my mind, hate my race, hate my image, and hate the audio vibrations that I’ve created in this world. The most heart breaking out of these, I learned to hate my differences. This incorrect information caused my heart to bleed for ages in a valley where other people got lost with me. Set free and able to move forward, I now see my world clearer. The ideas in which I’ve collected in my past were just floating words that got caught up in my imagination and as I patch up an already complete heart I am beginning to see the soul of my perfection.
My future looks brighter because it is I who designs the information for my acceptance. The heart is a substance we should never learn to ignore. The issue with my heart has been resolved and now I am able and willing to see the completion of my hopes and dreams in this life. My heart no longer bleeds for I have allowed healing to take its place. Prepare yourself for the adventure of happiness as you dive deeper into the caves within the ego. If you resonate with me, like and comment below. Follow me on my happiness journey and share with the attached links.
A river flows by the forces behind it, the things we cannot see. Like a river, there are similar forces at work behind the human heart and what a careless tragedy it is when we don’t take the time to tend to our forces?
27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
This morning when I woke up I was full of joy and gratefulness. I sat down at my work computer, as I always do, said my prayers and prepared my heart and mind to be used by God for His Glory. Today was an exceptional day. I learned more of who I am by speaking with my customers. Every time there was some indifference in the conversation I knew that it was something in me that I needed to process with love. I knew that the indifference did not match what God gave me and I knew that how I felt wasn’t contingent upon God’s commands. I used to have small blockages when I wrote my blogs. I would have to research what these blockages could be but, I knew that I had received the same blockages while speaking with my customers. First I asked myself this question, “Miya, what does it feel like when you have these blocks?” And to help me move on instantly I provided a solution, “When you have mental blocks correct your flow point by applying a positive mantra to help correct your thinking.” Most of the mental blocks I’ve had come from fear. When my heart went ablaze in the past I would tell myself that I wasn’t good enough. My correction for fearlessness allows me to accept that courage was part of my birthright.
I work as a Technical Support Representative for a well-known company. One of the greatest benefits of working at my job is that I get to communicate with some really amazing people every day. However, I admit that I didn’t always see everyone I encountered as amazing. How I felt in the mist of confrontation used to limit me spiritually. I used to pray that I would not have to speak with anyone difficult so that I could manage my temper throughout the day. I broke free from that fear by assessing my identity while speaking with my customers. This assessment allowed me to draw in the courage to express love not only for my customers but, also for me. I courageously love, respect, honor, forgive, and offer compassion to me constantly. These offerings of gratitude allow me to fulfill God’s Law and Purpose. I no longer have a problem loving my neighbor for, the sacrifice of mercy is facilitated through my actions.
Day 2 is complete and I have been shown the light of the true definition of courage. Courage manifests when I can authentically speak with love to anyone on the outside of myself. Someone once considered an inconvenience now helps me to be a courageous defender of love. I fulfill the Law because I treat others as I would want myself to be treated. One customer I spoke with today was extremely apologetic. Initially, I wanted to be short with her but, then I started to really listen so that I could tune into her frequency. I knew that encounters like these were something that I needed to confront. I heard myself in her voice. In my past my nickname could have been Apologetica because I would constantly apologize to people as if I were an inconvenience. Hearing her voice helped me to tap into my voice and by the end of the conversation I was only left with words of encouragement; the advice I would need to hear type of encouragement. Not only for me but, also for my customer. My customer was not a bother; I am not a bother. I am loved more than I can comprehend and this is why I give insurmountable amounts of love to all I am blessed to encounter, more than I can illustrate in words.
Thank you for reading my blog today. I am happy to say that love requires exercise. The only way we can exercise love is by discovering where we are in the process. First, we must love God and then we must love others as much as we love ourselves. We are all equations of the completion God created. Love seals what has already been completed. If you would like to read more of my content sign up to receive alerts by following my journey of how I find joy through all of life’s conditions. Comment below, like this entry and share with the attached links.
This morning while sitting at the kitchen table of a friend’s house I observed my reality with brand my brand new eyes. I pulled out my journal and I began to write about the dream I had last night. It was about this guy whom I’ve had a very low-key crush on for over a year. We hardly talk now but, I still remember his kindness, which is what made him attractive to me. The connection I made with him made me say to the universe Happy, Thank You, More Please. But, he isn’t the basis of my topic. Most of my dreams are intense and when I woke up this morning this dream had been no different. I felt that there was this inner revelation that was screaming at me to release the control of the fear that manipulated my thoughts, words, and actions. I knew that I had to release the former conditions that kept my life on a self-sabotaging auto-pilot trend that relinquished my ability to control my internal factors.
When I hear the word auto-pilot I think of the system that pilots use so they don’t have to manually control the trajectory of the airplane as much. Our bodies are like planes and the words we say are composed of pilots, co-pilots, stewardesses and passengers. When you don’t acknowledge every word that comes out of your mouth it’s like placing the trinity of your completeness on an auto-pilot that will only guide you towards multiple disastrous destinations. Disasters that cause you to reject the spirits of power, love and peace of mind. Dangers arise when you don’t accept that the power that was given to you at birth. The power that we were all given was that we were born free. And the caveat of our freedom is that we must accept our freedom if we want to walk fully in our purpose.
Now that I am more awake in my surroundings there are aspects of my old life which are drifting away into a reality only made in nightmares and this makes me very happy because the negativity gospel no longer exists for me. Now that I’ve finally accepted that I was made to be a powerful force, I asked myself these questions: How many people live like they are not alive? How many people live in a dream-like state that God did not intend for them, a life where they embedded in their thoughts that all of the external horrors were more relevant than a promising future? How many people live half empty with no one to trust because the one they should trust stares directly into their eyes intensely when they look into the mirror. I am grateful that I have made it past the dark surfaces that once held me back. My former auto-pilot state was something that I had to deeply monitor because I am aware that we are all entangled in a spiritual war. I’ve shifted into riot mode and the Word of God is my riot gear and when I am on auto-pilot faith is what continues to drive me into the right direction.
Leaving my friend’s house I got in my car, turned the ignition, turned off my radio and I decided that I would have a little talk with God about my purpose. I thought of my dream again and its conclusion and decided to recite every persons name and all of my dreams and at the end of each declaration conclude with Happy, Thank You, and More Please. I’ve tested and proved that gratitude is the melody of faith. Happy, Thank you, More Please to the Universe. Happy, Thank You, More Please for the completion of my positive aspects in 2018. Happy, Thank You, More Please for building my blog community. Happy, Thank you, More Please for reading my New Years Resolution which is; My destiny is fulfilled now. My auto-pilot reminds me how infinite I am and that when I choose to acknowledge life-giving words I am illustrating the faith I have in what I’ve already achieved. This year I’ve designated my auto-pilot to practice forward thinking and with no doubt my uniqueness constantly attracts my hopes and dreams.
Thank you for reading today. I hope everyone had a safe and Happy New Year. I encourage you to complete your resolutions using forward thinking. Last night while watching the fireworks after the count-down into 2018 I thought of all that I’ve overcome. The pomp and circumstance of a milestone grants a gift to humanity that promises we don’t have to go back and relive the moments filled with pain and likewise we can’t go back and relive the happy moments either. What we all can do is create future moments now. Every setback should remind you that ultimately you are in control and you can correct all setbacks by acknowledging them and respectfully moving on, so that you don’t give the setbacks any power. Learn to affirm the power you have over the province of your auto-pilot. Reconcile your differences with the enemy within by acknowledging that its purpose was intended to build strength and keep you in alignment with your assignment.
Birds, I’ve always adored the sound of their morning song. Their high-pitched chirps have an air about them that makes me think of morning dew dissipating from the warmth of the sun as it greets the world over the northern skies. Organisms rising because the star that is teeming with life grants them with the gift of a new day. This is a covenant ordained by God which promises that His works in us are not complete. A new day should be cultivated mentally when the light of day hits our eyes but, from where I stand this concept was not always comprehensible for me. A new day for me used to mean that the narrative of my yesterday had full authority over my present. What this did was repeat the cycle of abuse over and over like a broken record, hindering the future I hoped for. I have traveled through dark and dry places of my own devices. I once lived in a fantasy world where I was the victim of a well thought out conspiracy which existed before my time. This conspiracy was the narrative of the boat I was sailing on which always promised impending doom was always lurking.
The devil wants us to believe that God doesn’t love us and that we are not worthy of God’s unconditional forgiveness. Now that those lies are all said and done I rejoice because God has given me beauty for ashes. In my journey I’ve learned compassion, forgiveness, unwavering love, and the gift of finding joy through any storm. I’ve also learned about accountability, confidence and one of the best for me; my power. God grants us the gift of creating our narrative through faith. I’ve been able to see for myself the multitude of reflections from within that argued against this concept: Life and Death lie in the power of the tongue. We take for granted the words we say out of our mouths. For several weeks I have been meditating on what I am accountable for. It isn’t so complicated but, when you have practiced carelessness in your dialogs it tends to wash over the functionality of your brain. My brain imbedded the message of discontentment. As a result, my speech designated my walk and this realization is where the blessings began for me.
I‘ve reached a pivotal moment on the tightrope of my former self. I was so afraid to let go and that fear formerly held back the person writing this Blog today.
Ephesians 4:22-24 New International Version (NIV)
22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.
There is beauty in every journey. I affirm that the best parts of my journey are linked to a promise. I see what God has promised and I no longer attempt to raise the dead. There is no afterthought or hindrance for I only acknowledge that Gods words are true and just. The full armor of God shields us from what we declare we are not worthy of through the devises of the devil. Understand that we are always under spiritual attack and let this knowledge grants you with the ability to see the premise of a responsibility bestowed upon you that you are to move mountains by the power of your faith. Love yourself unconditionally in the process of taking control of your narrative. Remember that we all must breakthrough conditional confirmations that have been collected by memories of our past. Who you are is the evidence of where we’ve been but, it doesn’t have to be where you are going. Remember that the people you connect with validates your current identity. If you don’t like what you see change the script inside of you and set the sails towards your purpose.
Thank you for reading my blog entry today. The other night I had a dream regarding a promise. A woman came to me on my birthday singing a tune I did not recognize. In the dream my house was filled with my family and friends. When the girl walked through my front door singing a happy birthday refrain of her own that was made only for me I became frightened. The fear I felt matched the vibrations of what I’ve felt consciously when the Spirit of God is present in my thoughts, words and actions. I thought I was going to die. She was dressed in a pure white dress and her eyes were bold resembling a deep glistening blue ocean. I was beginning to fear that my life was drawing towards a close but, the girl walked up to me and presented three gifts before me and that’s when she began to speak in terms I could comprehend. She said to me that the battle has been won and the time has come for me to receive the positive fruits of what I have endured. My blessings are uniquely tailored for me. There is so much I had to experience in order to connect with what was true. I am grateful for the dust but, that dust serves only one purpose and that is to illustrate for me that I am a survivor and I am a new person who believes in the power of the Holy Spirit.
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The future is determined by the words we broadcast; the words that become our narrative
27 He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’
All doubt must banish if we are to love perfectly. When I read this biblical text I evaluate its meaning by providing an alternative for the requests made to the people. I review everything I see on the surface and then I look inward and upward towards God to understand the lesson. Love is a verb we overly complicate. We reject ourselves when we see other people rejecting us and this adds further complication to a word that has no conditions at all. Love actively connects what we call imperfection. We are perfectly made beings that reject the benefits of love but, that statement is not attached to our true identity. Love really has no boundaries but, there is something in us that pulls us away from fully connecting with the responsibility of how we should treat one another. As we move closer towards Christmas I’ve been meditating on how I have chosen not to love. Moving past what I’ve chosen I have also been creating a positive space so that I can actively love God and love my brothers and sisters as I love myself.
I didn’t always love myself. My life was a tragedy and now I take full responsibility for the role I played in my past disappointments. I have been able to release a multitude of conversations I formerly had with myself which affected my ability to love. I no longer care for rehashing old beliefs for that would only further support and validate restriction. True love is when you can look at your heart, soul and mind and then say to yourself that you are perfect. Initially I didn’t accept that I was perfect for, I was so heavily conditioned that I could not see what was true. I had to see that God and I were one and the same and the only thing that separates me and my Father in Heaven is my unwillingness to accept what He declares as truth. For several days I have been attacking every negative thought with love and forgiveness. I create sessions where I visualize God’s judgment in the scene of a courtroom. When God requests from me to have an answer for why I have not loved I can vibrationally sense the emotional defense mechanism I designed long ago. The turning point of my trail materializes when my brand new eyes confront every evil and sinful thought. God grants us the generosity of the gift called love. With His love I am able to correct the negative thought patterns that are not conducive for my purpose. I am able to unapologetically love myself.
I didn’t always understand what it meant to truly love God and love my neighbor’s as I love myself but, now I am beginning to understand. I’ve discovered that we are all in some way guilty of building bridges away from one another because we don’t understand what love is. We build bridges by itemizing the love we have for one another. I used to have trouble understanding why we did this because I’ve learned from God that love is this:
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 New Living Translation (NLT)
4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
Through trial and error I’ve learned that love is an internal manifestation that creates an outward experience. In order to love it is necessary for us to be more kind, patient, content, sacrificial and unconditional with ourselves. This means that we have to stop producing conditional beliefs that limit our ability to do what God has called us to do. I once defined love using the fabrications I made up in my mind. I have discovered the arc of love through the path of the release of old habits. I put on the Full Armor of God and His Armor propels me into a space where I can love as He commands.
Today, activate the love of Christ so that the vines that lead us to our truest purpose cultivate the Armor of God. His Amor annihilates the bridges that we inadvertently built to separate us from loving ourselves, loving others and primarily loving Him. Thank you for reading my blog today. I am grateful to all who were touched by this message. Follow me on this journey to achieve happiness, like this post, comment and share with the links below.
I am sure we have all heard people say, “When you burn bridges, you burn relationships.” I am asking you to think of ways to change what that means to you so that it positively affects your relationships with the people you believe have offended you. Allow love to transform emotional discord into forgiveness because love keeps no records of wrong.
24 “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.
On the surface I displayed the internal war which remained dominate in my heart and mind. Externally those I aligned with I used to blame for mistreating me. In truth however, it was me who was the orchestrator of my symphony. Over the weekend I did a lot of meditating with the intentions of seeing how I played the role at self-sabotaging my life. When I began to feel great discomfort in my heart I gave it a name and called it fear. I questioned myself by saying, “What am I so afraid of?” The laundry list of what and or who I was afraid of began piling up. I had come to the conclusion that there have been many times where I gave negative information power and that power ingrained in my belief system. I gave power to emotions that carried the spirit of depression and low self-esteem. I have come to a prevailing revelation, one I’ve danced with before; I create my ultimate reality. There seems to be two sides in which we have the power and authority to choose, life or death.
I affirm that we all battle with different spirits. We live in a society where the dominate reality implements subtle concepts which downloads tons of information for the human brain to consider. However, it is our perception which governs our dominate reality. This is a truth which was very hard for me to digest because I was so used to every cause ruling my every effect. I am the first to hold myself accountable for my diverse views because how I view my outer reality tells me everything I need to know about myself. The great news about knowing who you are is that we have the power to change how we think and how we feel by surveying life-giving or life-taking words before they plunder out of our mouths.
Philippians 4:8 New International Version (NIV)
8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
We are currently in the season of giving. The spirit of Christmas brings forth joy and peace. Christ gave his life and around this time we are able to experience the gift of peace which passes all understanding. When we give gifts to one another there is an exchange of love, gratitude and humility. My personal gift to give this season is displayed through my actions when I share what I what strikes my passion and that is the determination that we can find joy through all of life’s ups and downs. There is a great connection to freedom when we know that we have the authority to change our lives from within. Follow the Happy Nappy Project, like this post, comment and share with the links below.
Walk steadily with your head held high using faith as your guide
10 And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
Put into the fire I have come out perfect, whole and complete thanks to the grace of God. A few weeks ago I had a very therapeutic conversation with my cousin regarding years of feelings that I had towards her and other family members. I held a personal grudge of jealousy because I wasn’t blessed with good looks, a small figure and my parents we not affluent by any means. I used to believe that my life in comparison to theirs was less interesting which, always made me feel left out when we had family functions. My vernacular wasn’t expansive and my life experiences were, in my mind, not worthy of addressing because I felt I didn’t have the educational background to offer the wisdom I carried. Due to those feelings I fell silent. I believed that my looks and what I lacked was enough for me to stay in the shadows so no one would ever notice me. The conversation we had lifted and removed years of low self-esteem. Thanks be to God my cousin reminded me to declare daily to myself that I am perfect, I am whole, and I am complete.
I am 37 years of age and up until I was 37 I lived believing that I was ugly. I agreed with others that made fun of me and as a result I assuredly held my head down. Low-self-esteem is a hereditary curse of the enemy. It places a stronghold over your thoughts so that you walk with your head low and your outer reflections feed off of how you feel inside. People around you will make fun of you and even when they aren’t you believe that they laugh at you due to how you look. We are in a spiritual war I know this is true from experience and more so, the word of God has also stated this truth to help guide us in this valley.
Ephesians 6:11-12 New International Version (NIV)
11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
Now set free I want to help others proclaim what is true. Out loud every day, every mirror you pass proclaim with conviction: “I am perfect, I am whole, and I am complete.” The instructions from the word of God warns us of what we truly wrestle with. God does this because he loves us. I serve a loving God that gives instructions and warnings to his people so that when we are confronted with conflict we know what is true. Your life doesn’t have to be restrained by lies of the enemy. My objective for the coming New Year is to build tactics against the devil by remaining equipped with the full armor of God. The word of God, prayer, fellowship and keeping my personal relationship with my heavenly Father strengthened are most important in my life. Also, administrating the Will of God is my goal for the remainder of my life. I have a heart that seeks God’s will and I know that part of His will involves me loving others as I love myself. We are perfectly made in the image of God believers and non-believers. Chiefly, God provided a way to fight against the sins we are chained to and that name is Jesus Christ. I am a believer and I declare in Jesus’ name that you are free from the strongholds of privation, free from the strongholds of low self-esteem, free from the evil one and it is all by the grace and mercy of God.
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