Women of Wisdom

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I awoke extra early this morning and was led to pick up one of the ten books on my bedside table. It’s not really a table, but a two drawer file cabinet I use as a table. The book, 40 Days of Decrease: A Different Kind of Hunger. A Different Kind of Fast was where I was directed. This book was referred to me by a friend’s mother who had no idea God was dealing with me regarding fasting. The season of Lent is upon us and although I don’t participate in Lent, the book by author Alicia Britt Chole has definitely been food for my soul. In the beginning of the book, Ms. Chole expresses something similar to my “worship is a lifestyle” mantra. She explains how Lent/fasting shouldn’t be a timed project, but a place we stay - something we practice on a daily basis.  

Lent shouldn’t be selfishly picking and choosing things we want to refrain from, yet should lead us to practice discipline and living in oneness with our God. After all, if we’re honoring the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, shouldn’t that take a little longer than 40 days or a 3 day fast from chocolate or bread? Wow, I thank God for this enlightenment and I thank God for using my friend’s mother to bless me. It never ceases to amaze me how God will bring people in our life to be a conduit for his love and knowledge. 

As I fast (decrease) from selfishness and pride, my heart is opened and my blessings are increased in ways I never imagined.  Today I am thanking God for the loving hearts of women in my life willing to share their wisdom.

Joy at the Break of Dawn

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Joy comes in the morning but recently I experienced an unusual joy at the break of dawn. This dawn wasn’t the usual first appearance of light before sunrise; this dawn was a friend I hadn’t seen in over 15 years. Dawn and I recently spent some time together and while we laughed and caught up on each other’s lives we realized we both had experienced our share of spiritual storms over the years. I would have never known Dawn had gone through anything she spoke about because she continuously spoke of the goodness of God with her bright eyes and big beautiful smile. She definitely didn’t look like what she had been through. She looked so happy! 

We all will go through things that have the capability of breaking our spirit – it’s called life. I speak about this in, When All Hell Breaks Loose. I called it maintaining our ‘spiritual poise’ in the midst of our storms which basically means to trust God’s hand in what may look like hell breaking loose or life falling apart. We have to maintain the right perspective in the storm – knowing God is in control and He knows what’s best for us. Regardless of what the storm looks like, it’s always in our best interest.

I could go on and on about storms because God knows I’ve had my share and will continue to have storms, yet my soul is anchored in Him – not my circumstances or what’s going on around me. Yes, joy does come in the morning but with the right perspective, joy can come in the evening and also at the break of dawn. 

My Chipped Mug

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Firstborn knows I’m a tea drinker and I use the same coffee mug all the time. Well, he bought me the cutest mug for Christmas. It was white on the outside and purple, my favorite color, on the inside of the mug and the words, To God Be the Glory were sketched on the mug. I’ve been using the mug every day and yesterday I chipped the rim.  Firstborn and I just happened to be texting each other when it happened. I think I bumped the mug on the microwave or something – not really sure. Firstborn said he would buy me another one, but I told him I would use it regardless of the chip. 

As I boiled hot water for my tea, I looked at the chip and thought – there is no perfect vessel. The words on the cup resonated with me in a different way also. Before I give God the glory, I have to go through something. My life must be touched in some way. My heart and soul have been chipped on more than one occasion and although the scars are not visible, they are there. God gets the glory when we share how our lives have been chipped. We all have a chipped story. Again, there is no perfect vessel. 

My chipped mug means more to me now than it did before I chipped it. I can imagine God felt the same way about us when we were born perfect in His sight. He knew we would have even more value to Him once we’ve been chipped. Unlike my coffee mug, the great thing about us being chipped is that God makes us whole again and each time we share the story, God gets the glory!