The fasting of my favorite vices symbolized dying to myself in order to experience newness on Easter Day in the same way that Jesus died on the cross and rose again in order to give us new life in Him.
There is a major confusion among christians on the difference between loving your neighbor and enabling them. We chide ourselves for being selfish when we feel annoyed at the friend calling us to help yet again, we believe that we should be self-sacrificing with our time and say yes to everything and everyone who needs us.
I felt tired that night. Tired, but excited for what was to come. You see, I love to dance, and I travelled 30 miles all the way to a little country line-dancing joint just to feel the music and the dance floor, and to get some much-needed boot stomping out of my system.
Many self-help books lend to the idea that humans are an empty or leaky cup that gets filled up once our needs are met by others.
And I, in my abrupt moment of scholarly daydreams chose to be a part of this world, surrounding myself with people who worship the works of Ernest Hemingway and the awareness of social movements, having no shame in the female #nipple. No shame in cursing or using pornography for artistic purposes. No shame.
Gradually, Proverbs 31 went from being a source of comfort to a source of shame, confusion, and resentment. I started viewing the standards therein as antiquated and unrealistic.
People remember you based on how you make them feel. Even if you think you have covered your bases by saying, “thanks for everything!” that isn’t going to cut it for most people who gave their resources, expertise or time, even if you didn’t ask them to.
Feeling discretely anxious for weeks, you can imagine my relief in having my first “aha” moment with God at a church in D.C. The preacher, Mark Batterson, stated “your problems may be over your head, but they’re already under God’s feet.”
When we feel the need to make someone else wrong, that means that we are trying to prove something about ourselves.
The things your enemies do to you usually have nothing to do with you, and everything to do with them. They are projecting their own dominant thoughts, insecurities, woundings and beliefs on to you because you represent something they are not.
It’s an overwhelming kind of love that makes my knees weak. It’s a love so flawless, that my human mind literally can’t comprehend.
Rise Up Princess is composed of 60 daily power prayers to your King using the three power elements: Gratitude, Declarations, and the Word. On this journey, you are committing to discover your Royal Identity in three phases of 20 days each:
I have recently been convicted about giving up on people. People who seem like “lost causes.” People who seem to have no purpose in life or have lost their way. People who are addicted to drugs, alcohol and porn. People who struggle with mental illness or who have experienced or caused wounds so deep that it would take a miracle …
Resentment is written all over this story. The interesting thing about this story is that it is culturally relevant. The idea of a surrogate carrying your child is thought to be both chic and smart. Now I am not here to say whether it is right or wrong, just that like so many issues today, it has the potential to cause a spirit of resentment between women.
Fixing your hurt with material things, showing your love through “expensive” gifts, or spending quality time with them by taking them to an expensive restaurant only masks the problem. It’s not only the little things in relationships, but it’s also the little things in life that we miss. We are often so focused on achieving that next goal or going after that big dream; we miss the little things during our journey that makes everything meaningful.