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Evolution of Praise

First off, allow me to say that however one chooses to praise God is not for me to judge. I love watching all kinds of praisers. It’s all beautiful to me. This post, however, is just a look at my own evolution as a praiser and lover of God, because the way that I give myself to Him now is far different from where I used to be.

I grew up in a Missionary baptist church. I loved it for what it was. I accepted salvation there. I was baptized there. I preached my first sermon there. That church gave me my formative development as a person and as a Christian. I still consider that my genesis. I heard many types of preachers there. There were the fiery ones, the expositive ones, the quietly effective ones, etc. We sang hymns, and had a church choir that actually had SATB voices, with people who knew the technical aspects of beautiful music. SO we praised God with polish and refinement. There was no lifting of hands, merely a quiet reverence for God.

This was fine with me, because at that point in my life, I was not fully committed to God, and so I figured that singing my best was the best way that I could give God praise. Going to churches with “free praisers” scared me. I thought that “those” people were absolutely out of their minds. My friends and I would make fun of people who danced and lifted their hands. We were bougie. “Look at that woman shouting!” “Look at that old man doing that jig!” We were ignorant. We barely knew God. We had no knowledge of the Holy Spirit. We served God out of a duty to the church.

When I got married, I moved over to my wife’s church. We would visit there frequently while we were engaged, and this church was in the midst of a powerful revival in the Holy Spirit. Even while I didn’t understand what was happening around me, I knew that even the air was different. The music was catchy, with a great beat and some great vocals. The singing, while not always pretty and refined, was so sincere. The people clapped and sang at the top of their lungs. This was a raw atmosphere. People danced and passed out. The Pastor of the church walked on the pews when he got “happy” during service. Sometimes, (EGAD), he didn’t even preach and the people just sat moaned for God. What was this? It wasn’t until I joined the church and received the baptism of the Holy Spirit that I really began to understand what praise was. Even then, I praised God out of my emotion. I would dance and do a high step. I would clap and shout. Deep inside of me though, something was missing. I knew it, but I so enjoyed praising in that atmosphere. Man, just thinking about it makes me smile.

When my wife and I moved to the church we currently reside in, something strange happened. Over the last 7 years, I have received training in the knowledge of who God is, why He is so worthy of my highest praise, and how to let go. I’ve spent time in the word with God. I have encountered a God who had been a distant relative before, but has not become my closest friend. I have experience God in ways that I never would have imagined, and He has completely shattered everything that I thought that I knew about Him time after time after time. With each “rediscovery”, I have felt my level of exuberance in praise increase. I have gone from standing completely still and lifting my hands, to jumping up and down like a wild man, crying out so loudly that I can barely sing, dancing on stage. I have gone from being reserved and wondering what everyone else was doing, to closing my eyes and becoming “undignified” in the presence of my God.

One of my favorite stories about David is when the Ark of the Covenant came back. The Bible talks about how David took off his clothes and dances in his skivvies in front of all of his subjects and the people of Israel. When his wife questioned his sanity, he proudly declared that he would become even more undignified, because God’s Presence returning was worth every celebration…and more. Now, David was a king. He went hard for God in front of everyone without a single ounce of embarrassment. He knew that he was celebrating for an audience of One.

And this is where I am right now. The God that I now know is simply too good for me to sit still. I know Him too well now to just give Him a cursory nod and keep on moving. I choose to exhaust my limbs and move my body, I choose to offer up my voice with all of it’s imperfections and cracks. I choose to not let singing the wrong notes bother me. I choose rather, to focus on Him, knowing that He inhabits my praise, and while it is not perfect, it is all for Him, and Him alone.

Simply put, as I’be grown in Him, I’ve grown in my willingness to give Him my all in praise. I do know this, though. However you choose to praise God is a praise that God accepts willingly from you. You don’t have to imitate anyone else. All He wants is a praise that comes from your heart, and however that looks for you, if your heart is engaged, God is pleased.

Have a great evening! Be blessed, peeps.

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The Power of Words: top ten ways we speak death

Isaiah 59:1-3- surely the arm of The Lord is not too short to save, not his ear too dull to hear. But your iniquities have separated you from your God. Your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear. For your hands are stained with blood, your fingers with guilt. Your lips have spoken falsely, you tongue mutters wicked things.

1. Lying- Proverbs. 6:16- these six things The Lord hates…..a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, heart that devises wicked plans, feet that are swift in running to evil…

Proverbs 12:22- lying lips are an abomination to The Lord, but those who deal truthfully are his delight.

When we lie, we go against His very nature.

2. Sowing discord- Proverbs 6:12-14- a troublemaker and a villain, who goes about with a corrupt mouth, who winks maliciously with his eye, signals with his feet and motions with his fingers, who plots evil with deceit in his heart- he sows discord. Therefore….he will suddenly be destroyed without remedy.

If we sow it, we reap it.

3. Gossip-spreading intimate or private rumors or facts

Proverbs 20:19- a gossip betrays confidence, so avoid anyone who talks too much.

2 Corinthians 12:20- separate yourselves from those who gossip.

4. Slander-false or malicious statements or reports about someone.

Psalms 140:11- May slanderers not be established in the land; May disaster hunt down the violent.

Proverbs 10:18- whoever hides hatred has lying lips

5. Tale bearers -proverbs 11:13- a tale bearer reveals secrets, but he who is of a faithful spirit conceals a matter.

We must create an atmosphere where we can share freely without fear of hearing it again from another source. We must pick each other up when we fall, and not condemn them and spread that around. When we break confidence with another, we lose that connection sometimes for good.

6. Cursing- Romans 3:13- their throats are open graves, their tongues practice deceit..”

Psalms 109:17- he loved to pronounce a curse-May it come back on him. He found no pleasure in blessing. May it be far from him.

If we want to walk in the blessings of God, we can’t curse.

7. Blasphemy- using Gods name in an unscarred way

Ex. 20:7- you shall not take the name of your lord in vain, for The Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain.

we use Gods name as a curse word, and we also use God’s name to get what we fleshly want. We can easily learn to insert God where we want our will to move. There is a fine line here. God is not to be used to manipulate anyone or anything.

8. Filthy Language- put off all filthy language out of our mouths.

9. Contentious speech- a hurtful, hateful, malicious, disagreeable, and argumentative speech.

Proverbs 21:9- better to dwell in an attic than in a house shared with a contentious woman.

Proverbs 26:21- as charcoal is to burning coals….so is a contentious man to kindle strife.

10. Unbelief coming out of our mouths- what’s in our hearts comes out of our mouths.

Hebrews 3:12-13- see to it that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. But encourage one another daily.

Faith is not denying the facts, but it is stating the truth. Faith looks at the mountain and sees the mountain mover!

The Power of Words: 4 things you must know about your words

Proverbs 18:21- the tongue holds the power of life and death…

We need to stop trying to get God to agree with our words, and get our words in agreement with God.

James 3:1-2- dear brothers and sisters, not many of you should become teachers in the church, for we who teach will be judged more strictly. Indeed we make many mistakes. For if we could control our tongues, we would be perfect and could also control ourselves in every way.

Basically, if I could learn to control my mouth, I can learn to control every other thing in my life. When my mouth is out of control, my life is too.

1. The tongue is disproportionately powerful.

James 3:3-5- when we put bits into the mouth of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships for example, although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small speck.

James 1:26- if you claim to be religious, but don’t control your tongue then you are fooling yourself, and your religion is worthless.

Too many times, we have allowed our lives to be capsized by our little tongues.

2. The tongue is inherently evil

James 3:6,8- the tongue also is a fire , a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body , sets the whole course of ones life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. …but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

3. The tongue is divinely tame able. The only way that we do this is via the Holy Spirit.

Exodus 4:10- but Moses pleaded with The Lord, “oh Lord, I’m not very good with words. I’ve never been me I’m not now, even though you have spoken to me. I get tongue tied nd my words get tangled.” Then The Lord said to Moses, ” who makes a persons’ mouth. Who decides whether we speak or do not speak, hear or do not hear, see or do not see? Is it not I, The Lord? Now, go! I will be with you as you speak, and I will instruct you in what you say.”

When God changes us, he begins with our tongue. Satan wants to occupy our mouths. As a believer, Satan can’t hurt me, but he can try to get you to turn your mouth against yourself. By doing this, he makes us powerless and helpless.

4. The tongue is contrastingly productive.

James 3:9-12- with the tongue, we praise our God and curse human beings. Out of the same mouth come praise and curses. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. Can both fresh water and salt water slow out of the same spring? My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

Bad news: we can speak death.
Good news: we can speak life.

We have to make the choice. Either control our tongues, or our tongues will control us.

Old Memory, New Desire.

I remember it clearly.

 

That morning, as a minister on staff at a the church that I had grown up in, the very same church that I preached my first sermon in, I told the new pastor that I was leaving the congregation. Looking back now, I didn’t do it right, but that’s not the point of this post. I remember the very first time that I felt the Holy Spirit stirring my heart as we sang a hymn that I had sang all of my life without any emotion whatsoever. I remember fighting back tears, not wanting to look dumb as I sang along with the church choir in my very best operatic voice.

I remember that Sunday, because I had long since recognized that I needed something more. I needed what the people in my wife’s church had. I didn’t just want it. I NEEDED it like a crack addict fiends for that next hit. I had to have it. And so I remember. I remember burning rubber after the service was over, eager to get to the my new church home. When we got there, the Pastor was still preaching. I don’t remember what he was preaching about. It doesn’t even matter. All that matters is when he made his appeal, I remember being so worked up, that I jumped from my seat in the back, and with a vise grip on my wife’s hand, drug her to the front of the church. I wonder what I must have looked like…a man in a suit with the ugliest face EVER! i didn’t care. I wanted what they had. I wanted to know WHO they danced and sang for. I WANTED the Holy Spirit! It was the first time that I had ever felt driven to my knees by the power of the Holy Spirit. I felt hands on me, and I heard people praying, but none of it even translated into my shaking body.

When I rose, I had a new church home. In the days, weeks, and months that followed, I began reading everything that I could find on receiving the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I prayed for it constantly, not quite having it register that it happened from the moment I asked in faith. Whenever I felt the Lord speaking a word for someone, I never hesitated one time to give that word to that person. Most times, it was spot on! I was on a high. i was young, dumb, and full of a desire to please God. My praise went from listless notes to shouted voicings of adoration. My worship frequently involved tears and bowing low in the presence of God.  Every spare piece of change I had went towards buying books that i thought would help me understand what was happening to me. I watched TBN and TCC, and any other thing that i could that i thought would help me become who God was creating. The other young ministers who were along with me…we were so on fire! Those were the days. I think back to those days, how we didn’t want to pastor. We just wanted to work. We just wanted to touch lives and allow God to rock the world of everyone that we met. We frequently laid hands on people. We felt like we had a movement that was centered on the outpouring of the Holy Spirit that was being revealed to us.

Fast forward to today in service. My Pastor continued his series on “Changing Your Sound”. He focused on worship. And while he said many things, there was one thing that stood out to me. It was in Luke, I believe, where the story of the woman who washed Jesus’ feet appears. She worships Him in the midst of men who felt like she did not belong, because of her sinful past. Yet, she worshiped Him with her tears, her hair, and her oil. My Pastor mentioned the fact that the disciples weren’t even worshiping Him at that moment. They had become a little too familiar with Jesus. They had been walking with him for a while now, and had seen Him do all manner of miracles, and preach the most profound messages ever. Jaded? maybe. Callous? Possibly. Either way, they knew Him. The Pharisees thought that they knew what “good living” was. They weren’t worshiping Him. This woman, this harlot, came in and showed them what true worship was. She probably had heard of this man, Jesus, but she didn’t “know” him. But, she worshiped him.

The memory above came flooding back to me. I want that. i need that overwhelming desire back. We get so wrapped up in wanting to know God’s will. Sometimes, all it takes is just to remember that first moment of need for God. Sometimes, all we need is just to remember where He has brought us from; how His blood has cleaned up the wretched messes that we were, and sometimes are. I was convicted on how I have focused on the wrong thing..made mission the main thing, when just worshiping Him should have been. In truth, I have no mission unless He gives me vision. And how can He give me vision without spending real time in His presence to just know Him more?

Lord, don’t let me become so familiar with you that I become callous to Your presence, and forget what I was created to do. I pray that everything in my life concerning you would become fresh. I pray that my heart would be fresh and raw, exposed, and transparent. I pray that my jealousies, ambitions, pride, Lord anything that I would even THINK that i could boast about, I pray that it would be washed away. Make my worship new. Make my need for you new. Amen.

 

 

 

 

Gideon

I found this among my things and thought it was worth sharing. be blessed and have a great weekend!

 

In my reading over the weekend, I read about Gideon. I’ve heard about him before, mainly him testing God with the whole fleece deal. But, what I didn’t know was how many times he had God proved Himself and that He was calling Gideon to be a hero for Israel. He practically made God jump through hoops, and God jumped through each and every one of them. He encountered the Angel of the Lord underneath the tree and had him wait while he ran back to his house to get some meat and bread so that the Angel could perform a miracle. All my life, I’ve heard people say that we shouldn’t test God or ask for fleeces because that shows a lack of faith, but this morning I was thinking about Gideon and a question came to mind.

I asked God why HE allowed Gideon to put Him through all of those paces. The whole fleece deal to me seemed like Gideon was stalling while trying to find a way out of that responsibility on one hand, but then God reminded me of something. Gideon was a part of that next generation of Israelites who no longer remembered the great miracles that God had performed for Joshua’s and Moses’ people. He couldn’t relate to the sun staying in the sky or the Red Sea parting, or even the conquest of Canaan. I can only imagine Gideon sitting in an environment of idol worship all around him, even in his own household, then hearing the voice of God coming through loud and clear calling him a man of great valor. When God spoke those words to him, it spoke volumes to me. God spoke to Gideon as HE saw him, not as Gideon saw Himself. It’s apparent that Gideon had a very low opinion of himself, or else he might not have been so hesitant to obey, but God saw beyond the present state towards the created state. So, it’s only right that God spoke to Gideon in the light of what he had been created to be in order to shake him from the stupor of what he was! But, I digress. When I asked God why He allowed Gideon to put Him through all of these tests, God answered me. He told me that because of Gideon’s environment, it required actions outside of the way that He was choosing to move at that point in time. Gideon was not used to living a life of faith the way his forefathers had, so in order to get his attention, God moved in a way that Gideon could perceive with his natural eyes that strengthened his spiritual awareness. Each time that Gideon had an encounter with God; it moved him further and further along in his faith to the point where he moved with fervor to accomplish God’s plans.

I’ve always heard that God meets us where we are and seeks to bring us up to His level. God has shown me this so clearly in the life of Gideon. He used whatever means were at His disposal to raise up a new Judge for Israel.

How great is a God who is willing to exhaust His inexhaustible resources to reach a people who have turned their backs wholeheartedly on Him. As unworthy as we are, His grace and mercy still seek to reach into our hearts and grip us; never letting go.

There is a purpose for you that goes beyond what you can see with your physical eyes. God has placed a mantle of greatness on your life. An ordinary life will not do for one of God’s chosen. This world needs extraordinary, and that’s what God’s grace will enable us to do if we will listen to His voice and be willing to step out in the knowledge that God will never leave us, and that God will never lead us wrong. Have faith in God.

I pray that God will continue moving among us. Lord, wake us up from our drunkenness. Awaken us to who we are in You and what you have predestined us to accomplish in Your name. Your mercy is great, but Your love is greater still, and if you have chosen us for a purpose, Lord please love us with such intensity that our hearts burn within us to accomplish the will of our Father, which is in heaven. Amen.

Sunday Blurb

Today in both services, our Pastor was really sensitive to what was going on around us. It was pretty evident that the Holy Spirit was moving, but then he came up and asked all who were able to just “take a knee” and be still in the presence of God. It was so powerful. For me, both instances were completely different. The first service was really about pouring my heart out to God. The second was just resting in Him, and allowing myself to be washed away in His love. It’s hard to explain, but as I thought about it earlier today, I wrote this poem. Hope it makes sense.

 

Down on my knees, head kissing the ground,
forgetting all the noise that is swirling around.
bearing witness to His presence, cause the only sound
Is people declaring “Holy”, giving Him the renown.
Transported to a place, holy ground indeed,
Where He becomes real, and then He proceeds
To meet every single need, filling up every hole
Taking my broken spirit, mending, and making me whole.
Bowed low, but lifted high, drugs couldn’t compare
To the feeling when our God came in and took us there.
Blasted away from this earth, His goodness filling the air…
The King of Heaven and Earth choosing to visit us here..
His love evicting all fear, causing tears as He draws near,
Filling to the fullest-
An electric atmosphere.

Worship the Lord, all ye people in every land,
Lift high His great name, for He trumps all of man.
And when He comes in all His glory, people, please understand
Give him the first and best praise,
Not just the secondhand.

My Testimony

“Not by power, nor by might, but by my Spirit, says the Lord. “

 

This has become the story of my life it seems. I can remember sitting in my supervisor’s office almost 2 years ago with tears fighting to come down my face. I was resigning. The job was not working out. I was frustrated by my own inability to please them, and torn by the voice of God telling me to do something that seemed unnatural to me. I had just come off of a three day suspension for things that I still don’t understand, and during that time, I felt God speaking to me. He told me that Human Resources was not my home anymore. He wanted me to go back to school. And while He had told me this several times over three years, my actions continually told Him no.  Yet, here I was now, backed into a corner where my only recourse was to finally surrender. In the immediate aftermath, it didn’t feel good. But as I started thje process of getting accepted into alternative certification program, and eased back into classes, life felt better.

 

That first summer, we were good. God intervened a few times, but we still felt self sufficient. Going into the fall was when we thought that the bottom dropped out. We were wrong. I was proud, expecting to get hired just because I felt like I was awesome! That fall and spring were challenging, as we weren’t able to make the kind of cuts that we needed in order to survive. Again, God was faithful, but I still felt like as the man of the house, I deserved to be the one who made the money. It made me feel worthwhile. It was my identity. And with each new defeat, my identity took more and more of a hit. I had to learn how to ask for help. I had to learn how to receive help with the right spirit. I had to learn how to open up to others. And going into the second summer, I was so sure that I was ready for a teaching job. I applied for jobs and had two awesome interviews. Both jobs went kaput, and all of my other applications yielded nothing. At the time I thought that I was settling for a job in the library of an elementary school. Yeah, right. In the past year, God has humbled me. He has built my faith, because there have been some dire needs, needs that haven’t completely gone away month to month, that God has provided for. However, in the process I was broken so badly that I completely gave up at several junctions. My pride was wounded, I was bleeding all over anyone who dare got close to me. I was hurting because I could not understand why God would have me leave a good paying job with benefits, to live out in the desert. I’m no Moses.

 

It turns out, that there is some Moses in all of us. This past year at the elementary school has been one of the most amazing times of my life. I have learned that I LOVE kids. I love watching them succeed. I love watching them struggle and then find solutions to the problem. I love giving them hugs and fist bumps. I love playing jokes on them. I love teaching them new things. Even as recently as a year ago, I didn’t love any of those things. I loved my kids, but I wasn’t all that concerned about others children. God expanded my world exponentially, and enlarged my heart past the point of breaking. He laid it wide open, and allowed 400 children to take up residence. This has happened to such a degree that I have almost shed tears in interviews when I talk about these same kids.

 

Fast forward a bit. Struggling to pay rent month to month. Struggling with bill collectors and collection agencies. A truck that was repossessed. God paying rent on some months. A little money here and there for food and gas. We are surviving…not thriving by any means. Then my wife is told by her school that they are not renewing her contract. WHAT??? So, now both of us are looking for jobs. My wife applies for a job, gets and interview and is hired the same day. I was so happy for her, because she never lost faith. I wouldn’t allow her to lose faith. At the same time, I was so jealous and hurt that God had “apparently” not given me any consideration. Can you imagine driving to a marriage retreat with these issues running around in side of your head? When we had about 20 minutes to reach our destination, I finally opened up to my wife. I told her everything. I expressed my feelings using the words that I knew, but not really finding an adequate way to say to her “I’m proud of you. I’m happy for you. God loves you. Evidently He loves you more than me, because I’m the forgotten one.” Self pity stinks to God. It doesn’t move Him. Just a side note.

 

We get the retreat and the speakers are talking about surrendering to your spouse; putting them above your own wants and desires. I felt so convicted, and as we talked and prayed for one another, I repented to both her and God for my anger and  how it was manifesting, and had manifested over the past couple of years. My Pastor and I were talking a little later, and out of nowhere he told me that I just needed to give up trying to make this teaching thing happen. Where did that come from? Anyway, I did just that. I mean, I REALLY did just that. I gave it up. It sucked to not carry it around anymore, but it also felt so good to not worry about the fall.

 

Now, here is where the story picks up dramatically. Monday after the retreat, I am called by one school district about an interview for the following day. I go to the interview and absolutely nail it. During that interview, a second school district calls. They set up an interview for that Friday. I don’t nail that interview. However, before that interview I have an encounter with God that I will never forget. It felt like His presence surrounded me in the room that I was in. I sang and worshipped and prayed to Him, and His voice spoke to my heart. He told me that for our family, the season of lack had come to an end. As I spoke those words aloud, I could just feel peace entering my heart. I screamed them at the top of my lungs, just to be sure that Satan could hear me. The air was energized with something life changing, something sure to alter our lives for generations to come. Then, God asked me if I wanted this job. Without trepidation, I said yes. Now, I have spent 7 years of my life teaching people how to nail interviews. I was an interview pro. This interview, however, bombs. It angers me. It hurts me. And then I sulk about it. Which brings us back to the original verse..

 

“Not by power, nor by might, BUT BY MY SPIRIT, says the Lord.”

 

I go to church on the following Sunday so that I could repent and surrender again. Nobody else is there but God and I. And in that silence, peace returns to my heart. The following Monday, God speaks to me as I’m praying. He tells me that the school district that I had the horrific interview with will be calling me. So the entire day, I’m looking at my phone every time it rings, only to see people trying to collect the monies that I already know that I owe them. Finally, during the time that I am feeding my son, the phone rings. It’s them. I can’t answer because I am too in shock. I call them back. They want me to interview with the Assistant Superintendents. I freak! Now to fast forward some more.

 

Our church is preparing for God to move in a mighty way. In our current state, we can not take part the way that we wish too. Trying to find an offering has been frustrating, especially when you don’t even have enough money for this month’s rent presently.  But as we praised and worshipped that Sunday, I felt God speak to me again (seems to be happening quite a bit these days). He said this.

 

“I have set this job aside for you so that you and your family can take part in what I am doing in this body of believers.”

 

Then shortly afterwards, I saw a vision of me signing my contract. It was a surreal moment, and I continued to worship God even after church had been released. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right there in that place with God until He was finished with me.  It’s so nice to be able to be pulled away by God.

 

Yesterday, I am at home preparing for this interview. I feel peace. As a matter of fact, the only thing that I can think about if how great God is. And it is that song that stays with me as I go into the building. I am dressed to the nine, black suit. I’m looking good and feeling better. During the interview, the vibe is very friendly. I am still on guard because the questions are just as challenging, but I still feel like God is speaking my heart to them. Matter of fact, I laid my heart bare before those two men in a way that was all at once uncomfortable and cleansing. A few times I almost cried during the interview as I spoke about how God has changed me and how ready I am to show my students the kind of love that they need in order to succeed. At the end of the interview, the Principal from the Jr High walks in. They tell me that we will be moving on to the second part of the interview. She looks at me and says

 

“Justin, I only have one question for you.”

 

I nod my head.

 

She says, “Would you like to come and work for our school district?”

 

All I can do is say YES!!!

 

Handshakes all around. A hug from one superintendent. Then they scheduled me to come in and sign my contract. MY FIRST CONTRACT!!!  As I left the building, I waited until I got into my car, and then I screamed, laughed, cried, laughed, screamed, cried, and laughed all at once. My emotions were so frazzled, the release feeling so good. And God saw my thankfulness. I know that He did.

 

See, in the past 2 years, I have learned that my power and might amounts to nothing. I can not do what God has not willed for me to do. I can not be successful apart from God’s will. I am destined to fail at even my next breath if God decides to take me. But when God’s Spirit enters the mix, everything changes! It is His Spirit that does the work through us. Then, and only then, can we truly know Him, and success. The past 2 weeks, I have begun to dream of the future again. For 2 years, I hated even considering the future. I only saw more pain and hurt, more lack. Yet, even before I got the job, God has already birthed it within me. And it spurred me to dream.

 

This is our story, yet I believe that this is just the beginning. I won’t dare say that we have emerged from the test. I just believe that God has allowed us to experience His goodness in a new and exciting way. I love the Lord. He did it again! I’m a teacher now!!!!!!!!  It still feels like I dreamed this. YES LORD!!!!! HALLELUJAH!!!

 

Be blessed, folks!!