His Glory Shines

"Commit To The Lord Whatever You Do, And Your Plans Will Succeed."

Proverbs 16:3

I sat outside today...

I sat in the sunshine...

It felt like I was being embraced by Him...

Like a big warm hug.

And as I sat, I reflected on His glory and what it means to me.

I know my time here isn't going to last forever so I want to make each and every second count.

For Him...

Each thing I do from here on out I want to do in order to glorify Him.

He knows the plans He has for me and only now am I beginning to understand those plans.

He isn't going to hurt me, He doesn't want me to fail.

He loves me for me and wants me to succeed for Him.

Of course I wish I had a road map to my life so I could see just exactly where I have been, where I am going and where I will land eventually.

However, in His time, each little piece of the puzzle is being revealed.

By walking in faith, with trust in each thing He does, my life is going on a path I never expected...

A great path I may add.

A path that is filled with excitement, joy, trepidation and yes some fear.

I have always worried about being a failure...

Failing as a Daughter, a Sister, a Mother, a human being in general.

Now I have added failing Him to the mix.

Yet, He isn't allowing me to own that because the only way I can fail Him is to turn my back on Him and what He wants me to do with my life.

Glory comes from God...

Just Him, not man.

The beauty that an object possesses doesn't come from within that object, it comes from Him and what people fail to see is that you should be idolizing Him not the object.

You see it with supermodels, rock stars, sports figures etc...

Their beauty, talent, athleticism comes straight from Him.

People place their trust in earthly things, relationships, their own powers, their own beauty, the good they see in others and their own talents...

What they fail to realize is the glory you see in that will fade...

Then what happens?

People become despondent, they despair over losing that glory instead of realizing that His glory is everlasting.

The very source of all beauty can be traced directly back to Him.

The sunrise you were lucky enough to witness today, the rainbow at the end of a rain shower, that same rain shower, the smile on your child's face, the wildflowers growing in a field, a perfectly baked muffin, a dozen perfect red roses from your beloved...

Wherever you find beauty, you will find Him.

Wherever you find Him, you will also find His glory.

I keep missing this point because I put my faith more often than not, in myself, thinking it is better to be self-reliant.

It isn't, it is saying I don't trust Him 100% with every aspect of my life...

It is a way of telling me I haven't given Him everything, a way of telling me I still have work to do.

However when I do let go and let God, I see magnificent things happening within my life...

I see His glory all around me...

I see His beauty all around me...

I see it in the people on my path...

I see it in my big brother who just knows exactly when I need him without a word from me being said...

I see it in my sister in Christ who sends a virtual hug or just a message saying "How are you today"?

I see it in Tigger who is healing rather wonderfully regardless of what has happened in the past 18 months, my son with the most expressive eyes I have ever seen has empathy and he is caring and very compassionate and he laughs again, deep belly laughs.

I see it in my MIL who always seems to know when I could use her support.

I see it in new friends as well as old friends...

I may not live in a grand house filled with earthly things...

I may not drive a luxury vehicle...

I may not take vacations to exotic locations...

I may not be able to just take off and go shopping whenever I want at the drop of a hat, however I wouldn't trade any of those things for what I have now...

I would rather have His glory shine upon me than anything else I could possibly acquire in this world.

CASTING CROWNS
I'll Go, But I Cannot Go Alone
Cause I Know I'm Nothing On My Own
But The Power Of Christ In Me Makes Me Strong
Makes Me Strong

A Million Raindrops

"My Soul Finds Rest In God Alone; My Salvation Comes From Him."

Psalm 62:1

To anyone who knows me, they know of my love for the rain.

Rain is cleansing to me.

It smells better than almost anything else in this world in my opinion and I find it very relaxing.

There is something very comforting listening to the rain pour down.

I am learning tears are like raindrops that need to fall.

A gift of cleansing for my wounded soul.

I have shed plenty in the past 18 months, however sometimes it just doesn't seem like I have shed enough.

At other times it seems I have cried a million tears.

This season of my life, the journey He has me on right now, is welcoming through filled with confusion.

The road is uncertain, twisting and turning...

I go about my day, trying to find my way...

Wondering where I will land today.

Am I winning or am I losing?

Am I walking the path He wants me on or am I allowing myself to be steered off of it by man?

Am I truly healing or am I stuffing down emotions that need to be released?

Sometimes you just don't have the answers no matter how long you dwell on the question.

Some days aren't so good...

Some days end in anger, sometimes tears and quite frankly even I get tired of the roller coaster.

So I do what I always do, I stuff it, deep down where the pain can't be felt.

I know that isn't healthy either, however there comes a point in time within your grief and suffering where you just need the mental and emotional break.

Trust me when I say, it will be there tomorrow.

I have a wonderful though small support system that I have spoken about before...

Some of the people have known me a very long time, some are new...

It doesn't matter, what matters is I know I am "safe" with each of them.

He is the number one source of my comfort and my strength.

He is more interested in changing me than in changing my circumstances.

He doesn't take pleasure in watching me suffer or hurt, though He does get immense pleasure watching me grow spiritually.

He places people on my path to help with the pain, He places people on my path to help me grow and be closer to Him and He places people on my path to show me how to glorify Him in all that I do, no matter how big or how small.

When I joined the Church I am in, we had a 6 week class for new members, to learn about the history of the AME Church, to learn the ins and outs of the Church but most importantly we learned each sermon was going to based on the Bible.

Yes life may be thrown in there, however it is Bible based first.

At the end of the 6 weeks our Pastor did one of the classes and wanted us to pick any verse from the Bible that we liked and read it out loud.

I choose Matthew 11:28-30 which states "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

I then of course had to ask my Pastor what a "yoke" was...

Because you know exactly what I was thinking and yes it had to do with eggs.

Anyway, to take His yoke means to submit to Him...

He who is gentle, concerned and caring for us...

He wants you to put yourself under His leading, to join together with Him so He can give you the rest you are seeking.

The yoke with which you are tied to now is what is making you suffer, be it man, Satan, your own sinful nature - These are your masters, instead of Him being your only master.

The journey to become more Christ-like and less man-like isn't easy, however He never said it would be easy.

Each thing in my life that I viewed as weak I can now see as a gift from Him, including the tears I cry...

In order for the pain to be purged from my shattered heart for good, I may just have to cry a million tears.

He wants you to cry, He wants your tears and He wants you to know it is ok to cry to Him...

Some nights when I am sitting outside, peacefully with Him, the tears just start pouring down...

Technically nothing has set them off, yet there they are streaming down my face and finally I am accepting them as part of my healing.

NICOLE C. MULLEN
The Very Same God That Spins Things In Orbit
He Runs To The Weary, The Worn And The Weak
And The Same Gentle Hands That Hold Me When I'm Broken
They Conquered Death To Bring Me Victory

Caught In The Middle

"I Will Instruct You And Teach You In The Way You Should Go; I Will Counsel You And Watch Over You."

Psalm 32:8

I am still torn with the calling placed on my heart and it is no secret to those around me.

I am not a good public speaker, I am more withdrawn unto myself and don't really seek out people.

I have never been shy, however I do know how to actually speak and carry on a conversation without drooling on myself.

I am just not comfortable being the center of attention.

20 years ago, on my wedding day, our ceremony was taped...

If you ever have the chance to see it, once I walk up to the Altar, I am shaking the entire time and you can see it...

I look like I am having some sort of episode...

I haven't seen my baptism on DVD yet, however I am sure I look the same as I did on the day I got married.

Because this is something I feel very strongly He wants me to do, I also am quite confident He will take care of my fear of being the center of attention.

I am still wrestling with the utter thought of being a Pastor...

At least 6 years of school is ahead of me, a lot of sacrifice on my part...

To actually take the calling He placed on my heart and turn it into a reality isn't going to be a walk in the park...

You see I never, ever liked school...

You can go back to the beginning of my blog and that is apparent...

I skipped school every chance I got.

I just had zero use for it and now here I sit 22 years later actually excited to start school again.

There is also a tiny spark of excitement to do His will and take His word out to whoever needs to hear it.

I am thinking as I move forward, that tiny spark is going to grow into a bonfire of epic proportions.

Saturday night, the doubt crept in once again.

I sat outside on my bench that night, chatting with G and then had the urge to pray...

I laid my phone in my lap and just started talking to Him...

Eyes closed, I told Him my fears, I told Him what was hurting me that night and once again for the millionth time I questioned His call for me.

I confirmed that I knew He would open doors for me, however I was scared I wasn't going to go through the correct ones.

What if I fail?

What if I just can't stand in front of a Church filled with people and get the correct words out?

What if I run more people away than I bring in?

What if, what if, what if...

Blah Blah Blah...

Satan has a way of bringing us down at each and every turn if we let him...

And all I wanted was a sign that I was walking the correct path He wanted me to be on.

As I was finishing my prayer, my phone started going off, I ended my time with Him and took a look at my phone, thinking it was probably G wondering why I was no longer talking...

It wasn't, it was my sister...

It was actually a picture from my sister...

A picture a friend of ours had just taken...

A picture of a Cross that he felt compelled to take and have her send me right then and there.

Couldn't have a plainer sign than that.

CASTING CROWNS
With Eyes Wide Open To The Differences
The God We Want And The God Who Is
But Will We Trade Our Dreams For His
Or Are We Caught In The Middle