Evangelizing - My Dream

It finally makes sense. After many years that has passed since my most meaningful dream, I understand it a little more now. 

When I was in middle school, before I began my relationship with God — or knew OF God — I had an interesting dream. It was during one of the lowest time of my life, and our family underwent a lot of hardship. Aka, the struggle was REALLY real out here in these streets. 

So I had this dream, where I was outside in my front yard chillin, I think playing with the dogs, when I received a notification on our cell phone (Our, meaning, the family’s, we had to share a celly). It was a flip phone and it was in my pocket, so I took it out, and the small screen said, ‘Text Message: God.’ I was like: 🤨 Whah? So I opened it, and it read: Everything is going to end up OK. That’s it. 

I woke up confused, but didn’t think much of it and carried on with my life. The vivid scene in the dream, however, never went away. 

So I’m doing a reading of scripture the other day, and the importance of evangelizing impressed me. So, the Lord doesn’t necessarily NEED any of us to reach the elect, He is all-able and capable of doing it Himself, hence—the dream that I had. As I mentioned before, the dream occurred before knowing God. It wasn’t until I met a devoted believer, that talked to me about Him, that I began to understand who God is and why He sent me a text, ha! The Lord plants the seed, and we — as evangelicals — can help initiate the process of watering of it, but ultimately by sanctification, our very own relationship with Him helps us water the seed He gave us. 

“But you do not believe, because you are not of My sheep, as I said to you. My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.” John 10:26-27 

We need to hear His voice to recognize it, because those that are His, will. Evangelizing may be the connection someone needs. Happy Sabbath. ♥️

Vision - Short Story

She takes a few minutes to think about what she's going to find on the other side of the door. She looks at the door handle; It's gold, round, and seems like it's never been touched before. There are no signs of smears or even hairline scratches. All she sees is her disproportionate reflection. "Has anyone ever been in there?" She thought. She looks down, and slowly runs her eyes upward to the top of the door. She's small, but the door is taller than the average doors. The color is a bright white, with no signs of lines or creases. "Is this door wooden, or is it another material? I can't tell." She thinks again. There's no one else in this room but her, she doesn't really remember getting there, or why she's in front of this door and why she feels like she needs to go in it. "Here goes nothing." She reaches for the handle slowly, before turning the knob, she holds it for a few seconds -- Let's go.

As she steps in, she first notices the fresh scent of lavender. It's as if a small mist of it sprayed as she entered. She closes her eyes to emphasize the sweet aroma... mmm, soft. She opens her eyes and continues walking. The room is white with small details of gold, and in front of her was a light brown desk, a light pink notepad and a small black-ink pen. However, the desk is facing a blank beige wall. No whiteboard. No chalkboard. No nothing. "Ok?" She looks at her seat and slowly takes it while her hands touch the desk -- it is brand new. Scooting her chair in she picks up the pen and rotates it. In small print, at the end of the pen, it reads, LIFE. With her right hand holding the pen, she looks down at the notepad and stares at it for 3 seconds. It's blank. As she puts the pen down she reaches out and begins to open the cover, surprisingly, the first page appears to have been torn out. The second page being blank with light blue lines. Looking around, she can't find the missing page anywhere.

A bright light grabs her attention ahead. She looks up, "Where is this coming from?" The light is blinding, she covers her eyes with her right arm and attempts to see past the glare. "There was nothing on the wall, though?" The light dims down a touch, she's able to see her notepad again, but can't seem to look past it. Lavender never smelled as strongly as it does now. She stops. She hears something. She picks up her pen and begins to write. It doesn't take long for her to look back up and notice that the light has completely vanished without her noticing. The beige wall appears untouched, and there are no windows or vents in the room that could've displayed such lighting. She looks at her hand and notices the pen she's holding. Unaware of what she's written, she then slowly looks toward the notepad...

You are not alone 

The Garden - Devotional

This morning's devotion really spoke to me, and felt compelled to share it openly. I feel like it's a message that's so important to anyone, from elders to youth, but especially to the youth of today. I'd also like to point out that most of these points were made by a podcast I just started listening to, "The Proverbs 31 Ministries." It is mostly from then book of Genesis. Enough time wasting, here it is:

 In Genesis 2:1, when God was speaking to Adam, one of the first words He said to him directly was "You may FREELY." God, since the beginning made it very clear how much He loves us by giving us the gift of FREEDOM. The free will to do as we desire. In contrast, if we skip onto Genesis 3:1, we meet the CUNNING (Main reason the enemy chose this particular animal to disguise himself as) serpent. He then proceeds to use persuasive speech to the women, by twisting God's first words by firstly saying, "Can it really be that God said, YOU SHALL NOT." His attempt is to arouse the thought, "How is it that we are FREE to eat of every tree of the garden, EXCEPT one?" He proposes that God is actually RESTRICTING us.

 The enemy is smart. First, in choosing to come to the woman before Adam. Two reasons: 1)If you remember from the beginning of Genesis, God gave these clear instructions to ADAM, first. He had not yet made the women. So Eve, was not present from the direct wording of God. and 2) The woman's role is powerfully influential, and it’s safe to assume that the enemy knows this. We know this because all it took was the woman to offer Adam the apple, and Adam taking it.

 We fast forward to Genesis 3:7, "Then the eyes of the two of them were opened [Their awareness increased], and they knew that they were naked; and they fastened fig leaves together and made themselves coverings." This is when the birth of shame began. Adam and Eve were comfortable and able to be naked in the beginning because they only had God's opinion to contend to and  trust on, versus today, we have many others all around us. Relying on God's word and opinion of us is much harder to trust these days, but would be so much more powerful to hold on to.

 Some things I'd like to address: First, I'm guilty of being an Eve. Where, either consciously or unconsciously, I've influenced someone for the worse instead of for the better. From Genesis to this day and age, it shows how easily we can be deceived and share false information. If Eve was not out alone and without God, or even Adam, the chances of the deception would've decreased, or not happened at all. Let's also point out how Adam fell. He was given the instructions directly from God, but chose to give into trusting the woman, more than God Himself. Which brings us another point, how God should be first, before any relationship. Adam could've corrected His woman, with love.

What is love? - Poem

"Love is patient, Love is kind."
Please allow the healing of your mind.

"It does not envy, it does not boast"
You're on the same team, you should love them the most.

"It is not proud"
Tell your ego that for at least today, it's not allowed.

"It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking"
Look beyond yourself, how can you please that human being?

"It is not easily angered"
This one is tough, believe in your peaceful anchor.

"It keeps no record of wrongs"
Mercy is at your grasp, forgive, and together move along.

"Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth"
Truthful words are sweet, they bring delight, and it soothes.

"It always protects, always trusts"
It's human instinct, it's a must.

"Always hopes, always perseveres"
Despite all of our fears.

Love never fails <3

I Corinthians 13:4-8

Written March 15th, 2019

Inspiration

Be passionate, be love,
Those are gifts from our Father above.
He sprinkles grace everyday, and abundantly,
Silly little human, that limitation you set? Press delete.
Look around you at this moment, you're free. 
You have a heavenly Father, His son, the Holy Spirit--All three.
therapeutic ambience radiates at their presence, 
You can have disbelief, but that doesn't remove His essence. 
You have within you who you were created to be, 
your worrying, comparisons, toxins, prevent you from forming. 
You have a desire to become what you believed you were destined to be,
but have you thought about possibly being a better version of that image? Maybe.
Release control, put down the backpack full of anxiety,
You don't attract the life you want, you heal and remove the foggy glasses that prevents you to see,
that your blessings are all around you, they never stopped coming.
Your focus just needed some adjustment, some detoxing, my darling. 
Inspiration floats around you, and just needs you to snatch it quickly,
it needs you to create from it, or it will float away for the next person to hopefully reach. 
Thank you God, for Your example--Help us seek you immediately. 

Jesus Inspires Me

Written Jan 21, 2019 @ 9:30 am

DayDreamer - Short Story

She was walking down the sidewalk carrying a red jans-sport backpack, both hands gripping each strap as her eyes were fixed ahead to what seemed to be in front of her. She has already walked this route many times, she passed by a light pole that had old stickers and graffiti written on it. Her favorite graffiti on the pole only filled a small part of the post, it read "Love forever." I guess it wasn't truly graffiti, in fact it was plainly written with probably a sharpie. It was already fading away. It was the simple things that intrigued her, maybe it was because it was at a random spot. She liked to think of it as a message that was specifically written for her. As if the writer or the "Graffiti artist" suddenly had the impulse to reach into their backpack--or pocket--and take out the marker as they approached the pole and felt the need to write that specific message. Maybe it was a reminder for themselves every time they passed by the location. Maybe they ran out of paper earlier in the day and kept remembering that phrase but was not able to write it down until they remembered it again as they passed by the pole. Maybe they had the dream of one day being as good as a street artist and wanted to test their skills by writing anything. Or maybe, they didn't really have a purpose behind it, they walked past it and thought "hey, maybe someone needs to read this one day." That was what she went with, yeah, it was written for her. 

She already knew where it was written, she passed through that area frequently and didn't need to stop and look at it every time. In her mind, as she walked past it, she knew it was there and gave her a warm feeling every time. After walking past the pole her attention was back and she looked above her, the trees are starting to release their leaves. Fall is here. 

Daydreaming was her favorite thing to do. After every day dream she was impressed on how her body automatically kept running even though she was somewhere else. The mind is powerful, she thought. Arriving home, she was greeted by her pets one by one. Beauty and Looney were always asleep on the couch by the front door, "They're always waiting for me in the same spot" she thought to herself. The cats yawn and stretch as they slowly get up and start sniffing her. She pets them both and kisses them, "My widdo girls" she says in her pet-voice. Her dogs are in the crate, Cinnamon and Bo. They anxiously get up and start barking, waiting to love her, because that's what they live and wait for everyday. 

The animals are angels sent specifically for the girl. God knew she was going to need comfort, because the girl only looked to Him for guidance, so the angels had the task of providing comfort in a manner that she would be accepting to receive. Beauty was an experienced angel, Beauty knew that the girl liked pretty things. She chose to be a sweet and affectionate cat; she was smaller in frame, even as fully grown, medium hair length was pretty. She knew the girl loved the ocean and water, Beauty chose to have blue eyes that radiated peace and harmony every time the girl looked into the windows of her soul. Purity is important to the girl, thought Beauty. She chose to clothe herself in all white fur with a touch of light brown on her tail, it gives a soothing finishing touch. She knew the girl would choose her to adopt. And she was right. 

Looney knew the girl didn't care only about pretty things, the girl loved adventure and spontaneity. The girl loved entertainment and it made her smile until her cheek bones hurt. Looney knew she needed to remind the girl to never give up on her wildest dreams, that if the girl were to follow her curiosity and heart, she would be living everyday and not just existing. The girl loved being approached and extroversion attracted her very much. Looney knew with this personality, the girl would not only notice her, but also laugh with her and choose her for this very reason. So she did. 

Bo was an interesting one. He knew God wanted her to feel comfortable and he thought of the perfect way to achieve this. He were to be forced to stay with her. His personality wasn't the best at first, but he knew that the girl loved feeling trustworthy and loyalty was very important to her. Bo's ways are peculiar, he decided to test her, knowing she'd pass of course. His goal was for the girl to work for his affection and trust, which he would give her one day, in exchange he'd receive her accomplishing happiness. "He trust me and only me" she'd think every day of her life as long as Bo's alive, that must mean she is a good spirit. 

Cinnamon was the purest angel of them all. God didn't allow this angel to live with just anybody, this particular angel was the meekest of them all. In fact, the angel had the choice to live with the girl or stay with God. God knew the angel had to approve. The angel agreed and took form of a small dog, mixed and with big bright eyes. His eyes had the power to lend the spirit of meekness to the one he was looking at. Cinnamon were to live a long life and display the character of the kindest soul. He knew the girl loved to be kind, and that was his reminder to her. 

We are all given angels by God, but they take form in many ways that we would never think of. The stare of an animal may be an angel communicating with you and letting you know that God is not far from you. Everything must be treated well and given the respect they were created with. In return you keep yours. 

The girl's attention came back to her as she walked her dogs outside in the 77 degree weather. The wind touched her cheek gently as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She exhaled.  Day dreaming was her favorite gift of all she thought as she smiled and looked down, Cinnamon's gaze was the most beautiful gaze of all. 

The Angels 

Written November 1st, 2018 @ 4:55pm

GROWTH IS POSSIBLE

When I mess up, I don’t like being condemned for it. Neither does anyone else. It’s so easy for the emotions to overtake you tho, in the heat of the moment, you want to let them know wassup. Even if you don’t do it, you keep thinking about it and then creates resentment. You may have said or done some things out of your character, but it’s never too late to admit to them and make it right. No justification needed, even if it IS justifiable. We’re all connected. There’s always a lesson to be taught by each outcome. 

I’ve said it before but I want to repeat it, everything that I post I’m currently learning and/or experiencing. I share my thoughts in hopes it will help someone, just like it’s helping me. Although social media is constantly used for jokes, memes and good-looking pictures of myself—I mean, of everyone (sorry, my sense of humor couldn’t hold that one back), I’m led by the Spirit’s gift of exhortation. I don’t have it all together, but my intentions are never of malice, instead of aiming to be honest I aim to be truthful. It’s hard, because I can admit to compulsive lying in my past. 

I strongly believe people can change. And I know the arguments against it, but if you’ve never experienced knowing or being someone that is not necessarily “liked”, to genuinely transforming into a well-meaning person, you will always question it. Change is hard. Considering the influences, childhood, trauma and everything that you go & been through, it may even seem impossible. But through God, all things are possible. Thanks for reading.