I saw FreeWorship on The Word Network tonight for the very first time. This song instantly spoke to my heart. I simply ask that you press play and allow this song to minister to you.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
This I dedicate to Mr. Ridgley.....
I pray that all things work out for you.
I pray that all things work out for you.
Remind me again why you returned to my life?
No, seriously entertain me with your answers.
How many times can you crush my heart?
Attempt to drown my spirits?
Exactly how many times?
You’ve done it 3 times.
The last was the charm.
Did you really pack up and tell me you were going back?
The last 10 months of this?
Part of the almost 20 years of this?
And this is how you rock with me?
I've sat in ICU praying over you.
I've held your hand on the cancer floor.
Listening to your heart cry.
Wiping away the pain, the anguish.
I’ve been there as you deal with tubes, scars and uncertainties.
And you decide that I don't treat you like a man.
That once again the hell with me and you go back?
Again… Oh, and leave you alone. Don't talk to you.
You know what? You're real smart, quite the intelligent soul.
I gotta question for you.
Do you know whose daughter I am? Tsk...
You know I'm a King’s kid? Right? Please don't get it twisted me and my Daddy tight.
He don't take kindly to the mistreatment of his own.
Especially when they are anointed and created on purpose for purpose.
I ain't even gonna hit you with "you gonna reap what you sow'.
Nah, that's too easy for you.
How about the enemy will be made your footstool?
Or remember how quickly you got up through….Submit to God, Resist the devil and he will flee.
As I draw close to Him, He draws close to me.
You're double minded
Not even realizing that the favor that rested on me was falling on you.
You ever wonder why the doctors were amazed at your recovery?
You were anointed and prayed over daily.
But you... With your selfish unappreciative self.
You leave carnage on your journey and you don't give one damn about anyone but yourself.
I'm gonna do you a favor.
Imma pray really hard because you're gonna need it.
The price you're about the pay…
For the pain, hurt...
Man… You got your out
but the repercussion for this?
You may just have to pay with the very thing you're fighting for.
Matthan and I met several years ago at our pastor's house. It took a while for us to warm up to each other but once we did we realized we had a lot in common. We both love God and our birthdays are in November. When we initially met he was going through some life changing situations, one was changing his name. I remember when he told me what he was changing his name to.... Matthan. Hmm... Not to long passed before I came up with the phrase, "My friend Matthan."
One of the things that I love about him is his sense of style. This brother always has cool accessories, socks, ties, you name it. I remember seeing him with some bracelets on one day. I was so drawn to them that I asked for them. Yes, I did. He told me no while he also told me where he bought them and what they meant. So I pushed, well go buy some more bracelets. It could all be so simple. lol I don't remember the day but one day he gave me a set of bracelets similar to his and I was so happy.
Possibly what I didn't know was how much they would mean to me. I wear them a lot and I don't care if they match my outfit. They mean more to me than being coordinated. There is a certain peace that I receive from wearing them. It's that same peace I receive from my friendship with Matthan.
I've been on a journey lately and he was one of those people that checked in on me almost daily and that meant a lot because we are all busy with our lives. So, if someone just takes the time to say, "Hey, you ok?" or "How are you?" that means that friendship is based on something solid. Within the past weeks the journey has taken a different turn and he has been there and I've worn those bracelets almost everyday. I have them on now. Peace is so important to me.
On this past Sunday I dragged myself to church. Like literally. It was rough. I saw Matthan up front worshiping and I was glad because I didn't want him near me. After worship he walks to the back and he sees me.... I pretty much fell apart in his presence. He let me cry on his shoulder and he prayed over me and encouraged me. It brings me to tears as I reflect on that moment right now. I kind of knew that would happen. I probably needed that to happen.
I thank God for him. I thank God for taking us through our storms and differences, it's made our friendship stronger so that we can be supportive of each other through the good and bad times. There are so many cool things happening for him and that are going to happen for him. I'm so appreciative of God for blessing me with my friend Matthan.
Friends, how many of us have them... Ones you can depend on.
Friends, how many of us have them... Ones you can depend on.
Monday, June 19, 2017
Last Tuesday I awoke early in the morning. For some reason I was led to Instagram. One of the first posts I came across was the one above from Pastor John F. Hannah. I had to rub my eyes. Did his post really say that he would be praying at 4 in the morning? Yes, it did and it was in a matter of minutes that I received the Periscope notification that Pastor Hannah was live. I thought to myself, I guess he's going to pray for the people.
Yes, I selected the notification and what I experienced at five in the morning here, 4 in the morning there was... well an experience.... an encounter. One that almost a week later is still on my mind.
I think what I found most surprising was the amount of people in the sanctuary. It was a lot, more than I anticipated. I began to wonder, what has driven this many people to come to pray at four in the morning. That's just one pic, it was nearly 500 or more of us online. To God Be The Glory. You mean to tell me that I wasn't alone? That I was amongst people who were in need of prayer? And pray he did!!!!
I don't even know if I made it to the end of prayer service but whatever had me vexed in my sleep had disappeared and I slept through the rest of the night. It was a peace that came over me that I had desired and fortunately for me it showed up in my IG news feed.
Monday, June 12, 2017
I saw Ms. Robbie's work when I organized my first Women's Worship Encounter. I knew one day I would have her design something for me. Well.. four events later I finally did it, it has literally been 4 years since I initially emailed her. I guess everything has it's perfect timing.
It includes colors that I absolutely love, lavender and gray. The font is so Arlinda, kinda cute and sophisticated. As I looked at the design I had to ask Ms Robbie about the meaning. It's a dove surrounded by wings, you're ready to fly.
Hmmm... I wonder if a certain friend could design a t-shirt for me.
I'm in the second week of summer break and I feel a sense of blah. I’m having a hard time sitting still and being content with life. The past 5-6 months have been filled with family, church, work, grad school and other really cool activities. I hosted small group at my home. I joined a national teaching sorority. My son completed the 5th grade really well. I incorporated my companies. The school year ended well for the students at the program in which I teach. For all intents and purposes I should feel a sense of accomplishment. Right? Nope.
Even my 11 year old noticed it last week when he told me, you seem bored when you’re not in school. Ugh!!!!! What is wrong with me that I’m at my best when I am busy beyond belief? Or at least I seem to be anyway? Maybe being busy keeps me from dealing with the one thing that I brush over the most. Me.
Two years ago I lost 65lbs and unfortunately I gained most of it back and I’m only in the dumps about it when I put on some of the really cute clothes I bought last year, and they are a tad snug or I look at items that have not been worn since last summer just kinda hanging in the closet. #sigh #nowwhat
Maybe I expected more. Losing the weight and achieving all of my accomplishments were supposed to be this magic key to unlock this place of contentment and happiness that I thought I was missing as I looked at what everyone else was enjoying. It almost seemed as if I didn’t fit into some spectrum that I thought being smaller and more accomplished would put me in. Heck, check the date, I have not blogged in forever. I’ve even been scared to write my truth. Talk about avoidance.
Now I have to pray and make next steps that benefit that woman God brought to earth and my parents named Arlinda because I did all of that and I did it well….. Now what?
Monday, April 17, 2017
Friday, March 31, 2017
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Yesterday I'm sitting in a meeting and we are talking about all of the things that have happened over Spring Break. One of the big topics was the tragedy at Cameo Night Club. My friend shows us a picture of one of the shooting victims. In his post he spoke about how his day had began fine and ended in a way never imaginable. The picture was gruesome. To be honest I don't even know what I was looking at besides his bloodstained tattoos. Then I heard my friend say something to the extent, "Why would you show your wounds on Facebook?" Immediately I said, "That'll preach!"
I got out a piece of paper and wrote down the title given to me from my friend, whom we both love to get on each other's nerves. Then our other friend told me I had to put a scripture to it. I jumbled over it for a minute. lol For His wounds.... By His stripes.... Then she said it.
But He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5 KJV
I can't even begin to imagine what this man was thinking as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound not intended for him but in his post he gave thanks to God. It got me thinking about my life and what I post. If you know me, you know I love my sons, my church, Jesus, and to dine out when I'm out of town. You know that my favorite scripture is Romans 8:28 and that the Capital Grille is my favorite restaurant. Why can't I tell you that I'm hurting, that my heart was recently shattered and some days it's hard to deal with? Why can't I tell you that on some days I'm hurting so badly and if it wasn't for these beautiful sons of mine and my constant, and I mean constant, cries out to God I don't know what I would do.
Why can't I share my wounds? I never want anyone to think my life to be perfect and awesome on a daily basis. Truth be told some days I'm a hot mess. On those days I need my Yolanda Adams and Fred Hammond songs to worship me through. Now, I get it. There is the school of thought that there are somethings that are not to be shared on social media. I counter that with then why share anything at all?
Just this week I've read about women, who I don't even know, committing suicide. They had families that loved them and everyone had echoing posts, "If anyone needs helps or someone to talk to, just say so." Sometimes social media is that vehicle for some people to cry out for help or in the young man's case to share his experience on how good God is.
That post with over thousands of likes is going to bless someone, send someone into worship and let them know that if God protected and kept him then He will do it for me too.
Sending prayers to heaven to all of the lives directly impacted by so much tragedy in our city this week.