Facing the Truth

The room was half filled with colleagues who had met this night for business training. It was a misty, chilly evening and many participants had arrived wearing the heavy gear that was contrary to Spring. The speaker was sparkling as usual as we took notes and laughed at his jokes. I could feel my brows furrowing as each piece of new knowledge, parceled out in large doses, poured into my spirit. Later, after the presentation we greeted one another. In this room at this time, this cadre of blue and white collar workers seemed to understand the concept of wealth building. It was incredible to hear how many quickly adapted to this new wave of financial freedom.  Would I adapt and become one of the nouveau rich? These were my colleagues; regular folk, interesting to talk to and very polite millionaires. One such person agreed to take a picture with me. It was in the image of that photo that I realized something was wrong. The ready smile, the twinkling eyes and the look of confidence was missing from my face. I vowed that would be the last time I would appear in public with a seemingly defeated persona, nor would I appear as anything less than a conqueror. All the confidence of prior training and education seemed to not be apparent as I viewed my reflection. What seemed to be a simple snapshot told a story of two different people; one who had overcome her shyness and was now a household name, while the other seemed lackluster.

Who's on the Other Side

Who’s on the other side? I asked that question as I finished breakfast. Mother has been very ill and pining for her children. It’s like a last effort to see us all saved. She wants to keep us all near. Often I tell her you can’t save us, that’s up to the Lord. You have prayed and laid the foundation now let Him do the rest of the work. This illness has debilitated her thinking and motor movements. The possibility that she won’t make it through the year is strong. I get misty thinking about that bulwark who on many occasions had to correct my wrong doing, and at times still won’t let me forget.  While mother continues to give last instructions I ask her quietly if she is ready to go. It seems that she is preparing herself to meet the loved ones who are on the other side with Jesus. What a joyous celebration when she meets up with them. But yet, her sorrow for the unsaved ones won’t be depleted while she remains on this side. The melody of my sister Regina’s song lingers as I wish I could remember the lyrics; “It’s Going to be Alright”.

 

 

Looking for the Promise - Novel Trailer

I went into a nail salon today and before seated I asked the tech for a cup of hot water. The morning started off pretty swift and I didn't have time to make my Cafe` Latte. I figured I could relax and have my coffee as he did my nails. The blonde Asian smiled and responded that he didn't have any cups.  Not to worry I have a cup in the car. I retrieved the styrofoam cup and handed it to the young man. He seemed to be taking his time about bringing the water and starting my service.

When he returned with the water he said, "The owner says you can't have food or drink in here, you'll have to drink your coffee in your car." My mind went to instant reply of the last time I was in that salon. I pictured the owner walking to the register with a cup of java in her hand.

"Oh, no problem. Throw the water out. "

"Here's your cup," he shrugged.

"Oh, toss that too." I then proceeded to gather my things, walked out the door to my car and drove to the next nail salon on the block. It wouldn't have been a problem to comply with the owners regulation if I had never seen the owner drinking coffee. Case of do as I say, not as I do.

The owner was within her right to ask me to not drink in her salon. I was within my right to find a friendlier, spa like atmosphere. Oh drat I should have gone to D'Lor where they actually serve you coffee or tea. Next time!

The Violent Take It By Force

And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence , and the violent take it by force. Matt 11:12

Wherever you are in your walk with Christ there are some things that we must do in order to advance the kingdom. I was accused just on last night of being so engrossed in my new business that all I do is talk coffee. In my private time I spend moments with my savior. He has assured me that I am his darlin, darlin baby. He is first in my life and has bestowed upon me such an understanding of where I am in my walk right now. I can't speak for you, but I know that some incredible things are about to happen for my family and me because I understand the above scripture. "1) Jesus may have referred to a vast movement toward God... 2) Maybe the Jewish activists' expectations of God's kingdom would come through a violent overthrow of Rome and 3) entering God's kingdom takes courage, unwavering faith, determination, and endurance..." Life Application Bible. It also takes money. I identify with example three. There is a strong desire to see this thing through and be a blessing to others. I understand this is not for everyone so my prayer is that Father lead me to those who want to use this vehicle to get free.

I Am Yours In Christ

Are We There Yet?

It’s a pretty mild evening for February. Jacket wearing diners fill the entrances of their favorite restaurants as they wait to be seated for a special meal with a loved one. What is it about this day that causes people to stand in line upwards of one hour to have a meal? I’ve started out early enough with my husband to spend a minimal of time in one such line. When our turn comes we are seated in a corner near a fireplace. The ambiance is as delicious I suppose as the meal we’ll have.  

John Harley, Emerald Executive in Organo Gold Int’l says that Fridays and Saturdays are the worst days for diners to visit restaurants. First, the lengthy wait for a table is excruciating and the food is not always the freshest this time of the week. I am reminded of the glorious restaurants of Chicago with the wonderful cuisine that started a movement called “Taste of Chicago” and the lines I waited in for dinner.

Tonight I watch the entrance of the restaurant where my husband and I are enjoying spicy shrimp and chicken to see how many people will form that proverbial line. From where we’re sitting we see a few people milling about. I wonder if this gesture of dinner is obligatory as I stare at the helium balloons that declare special greetings to family, friends, or lovers. The celebration of love over a meal is fascinating. We stood in line and waited to be fed. I say, "John Harley, it’s worth it. Bon appetite."  

What an incredible ride! These past few weeks I've discovered that there is real greatness within. This epiphany didn't happen without wonderful mentors who let me know that they believe in me. A shout out to Donna Bingham, Ruby Executive in Organo Gold and my personal coach Erica Morton, Platinum II going Sapphire, for helping me get through the rough seas of my new career. I thank God daily for sparing my life and allowing me to connect with other incredible people. I'm so thankful and grateful for new mercies. God is love and love is God.