Monday, June 19, 2017

Early Morning Prayer With Pastor John F. Hannah

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

Arlinda Christine Ministries ~ Check Out My Logo

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 Did All Of That.... Now What?

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

Morning Mannah ~ In The Same Gang

Preparing for Morning Mannah is always such a challenge for me. Last night I waited for a sign, the voice of God or something to help me with preparation. Then I saw an Instagram post and then I knew the direction that I would go. You see, I’m uniquely put together. I can recite a hymnal and Fred Hammond. I have a love for rap and learning righteousness.
In 1990 a single was released by the West Coast Rap All Stars to promote an anti-violence message. That song was entitled, “We’re All In The Same Gang”. This song included many top West Coast rappers who simply wanted to say that we’re all in this together. Mind you just two years prior the single “Self Destruction” was released by East Coast Hip Hop Artists.
So, first we hear “Self Destruction”, then we hear, “We’re All In The Same Gang”. Two different coasts yet one message of unity. You see we are all different people at Light of the World but our God has one message of unity. That message is to love one another.
Mark 12:31 tells us
The second is this, “Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these.
1 Corinthians 13:13 tells us
And now these three remain, faith, hope, and faith. But the greatest of these is love.
This year our pastor preached a series entitled, “Game Changers”. Game changers are people who simply changed the game. Think about Michael Jordan, think Kobe Bryant, think about yourself. You’re a game changer. Our pastor told us in this series that a God size dream requires a God size team. He also told us that extraordinary moves of God begin with ordinary acts of obedience.
Recently Pastor Mike asked us to be obedient by simply asking us to sign up for tee shirts for Resurrection Sunday. Now, when I saw the shirts, I didn’t get it. At least not until Enjoli shared the notion of baseball shirts?..... teammates?...... Ummm #gamechangers? Lol Hey, I’m slow but I’m worth waiting for.
So, last night I see Pastor Mike’s post on Instagram and I look at pics posted by members on social media and it hits me. We’re all on the same team. Many of us have self-destructed in areas of our lives but somehow we found our way to the Showcase Movie Theater after the marriage failed. We showed up at U.C. when church hurt set in, we came to Colerain Avenue, Colerain High School and it’s only fitting that at an elementary school that has baseball fields that we suit up and declare that we’re #allin this together.
On the day that we celebrate the Resurrection of Christ, Light of the World, we’re all in the same gang, on the same team and we’re about to change the game in our homes, on our jobs, in our communities and within our church. For it’s in Jesus’ name that we play and pray.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Why Not Show Your Wounds On Facebook?

image obtained from Pinterest

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.