My First Poem…

 Who am I?

I am my Father’s great creation and I smile ever so softly,

I am God’s child with a heart of gold that shines ever so brightly.

 

At least I try to shine most of the time.

Look at me, I am imperfect, yet my existence was perfected by God.

 

I am one of his great works of art, just like you,

Do I serve my purpose?  Well, I certainly try to.  Do you?

 

I believe my purpose is to light up a room of dimmed hearts,

He carefully constructs our very being, each and every part.

 

Our minds, our bodies, and our spirits,

I try to listen when he speaks but sometimes I can’t hear it.

 

He sustains me and keeps me humble and grounded,

But sometimes I lose my way and just become dumbfounded.

 

At the loving way he puts things back into perspective for me,

I believe God wants me to be all that I can be.

 

It is up to me to let him lead the way and then do my part,

Because as I said, I believe my purpose is to light up a room of dimmed hearts.

Who are you?

Just something to think about…

Ps.  This attempt at writing a poem was inspired by a stranger I met in passing who said that a poem can say anything you want it to say.  It doesn’t have to rhyme, but it can if you want it to, its totally up to you.  What’s important is that you write it from your heart.  That’s what makes a poem a poem.

Trust…

In a world where there is little to no integrity among businesses and consumers, you say “Trust me”.  I say, prove yourself first.

I don’t mean to jump from my usual loving posts to the exact opposite, but I just wanted to share my thoughts on this a little as it has recently become a concern to me.

It is so important to be a man or woman, or in this case a “business” of your word, but in my recent experiences, there appears to be no such thing anymore when it comes to the merchant/repairman-consumer relationships.  Integrity seems to be a thing of the past.

I remember a time when the postmaster was definitely trustworthy.  That doesn’t seem to be the case any longer.  In my personal experiences, they don’t take pride in delivering the mail properly and due to politics in business they have to flood you with unwanted junk mail just to say that they held up to their agreement and they say they can’t stop it so you have to deal with it and “just throw it out”.  This is what I was told from a postal worker.

Why can’t I be afforded the choice to opt out of receiving this, especially if I am paying for these service by way of an annual post office fee to them or even simply as a taxpayer.

I’m fine with throwing out a couple pieces of junk mail, but when my mailbox is bombarded with mail and none of it is relevant, it becomes a problem.  I find myself going to check the mail just to head right to the trash and coming back empty handed.

Due to my age, I never got to experience the milkman service, but from what I hear, the milkman was like family as was the postal carrier.  They could be trusted and they were often times adored. Times sure have changed!

Now, it has become all about how much money the business can save and not about providing the best service possible.  If they can cut corners without being exposed, they will surely do so in an effort to spare themselves the expenditures.  They try to stretch that dollar as far as they can.

Now, I have no problem with stretching the dollar, but just not at the expense of your consumer.  It is wrong, it is immoral, and it is theft in its mildest form, at least that is my opinion.

Several months ago I had to force integrity upon a vendor in an effort to make them accountable to do “their” jobs.  It was like pulling teeth and due to my intense focus on this issue along with a few others directly related to inadequate service, I missed a very important event in my life that has caused me a setback.

I figure the setback may have been allowed by God because maybe it wasn’t the right time for me to move forward and I’m ok with that because I trust God completely and if it was for me to move forward, no distractions would have prevented it.  But it still does not negate the fact that people should say what they mean and mean what they say.

If you say you’re going to provide a service, do it to the best of your ability without trying to sneak in an omission to give yourself and monetary advantage.  An omission is a failure to act.

Just something to think about…

A lesson in social etiquette…

I was motivated to write today because of an experience I had with a couple of people over the past week.  I will probably never cross paths with them again, but both conversations stuck with me.

There are people in this world who are inherently biased, so they live by their own set of moral rules.

I spoke with a gentleman who was not so gentlemanly.  He spoke with little to no filter. No, I don’t mean profane language. Rather, he spoke with a very strong sense of negativity and shared his abrasive opinions of others.

He made remarks that didn’t sit well with me but I didn’t address his opinions proactively.  Instead, I actively listened and when he was finished I attempted to soften his thought process just a little with my gentle and ever so eloquent reply.  But he didn’t see the big picture that I tried to paint for him.

He was obviously set in his ways and there was seemingly no probability of changing his thought process on life, let along any specific thing that I deemed significant, like the fact that God created us all and we are all unique and special in his eyes even if the world doesn’t think so.

So, I just called it a loss and utilized the only option I had, and that was to pray for him in hopes that God will open his eyes to see people in a different way.

Perhaps, he needed to see himself in a different way first because I believe that the root of someone’s negativity about others really mirrors the way they feel about themselves.

Just a couple of days later, I had a similar conversation with someone else.  The topic was somewhat different but the message was the same.

It had to do with cross-cultural communication.  This individual had a soft and subtle way of demeaning people who’s verbiage or accents didn’t mirror hers. She said she was bothered by the struggle to communicate during her interactions with “these people”.

I thought to myself, “Maybe if she was suddenly released from her superiority complex and tried to be more open minded, the communication gap might be mended.”

I’ll say it again, “We are all God’s children”

Needless to say, I softly and subtly put things into perspective for her and she was able to grasp the concept that maybe she needed to rethink her position.  I sensed a somewhat apologetic sound in her voice.  I think that, in that moment, she was able to see her true self in the mirror.  Perhaps, she didn’t like what she saw.

I’d be fascinated to know what people like the ones mentioned above would do if, by some strange coincidence, they learned that their ancestry could be linked to the very people they criticize.  Wouldn’t that be interesting?

I personally find people of different cultures and bloodlines fascinating because we are all different in one way or another. Some of us just happen to speak the way in which the “world” deems acceptable and some of us don’t.  The fact of the matter is that we can all learn from each other if we just tried.

God has blessed me with the desire to influence, create, and sustain a loving environment among the people I encounter in hopes that they will carry that loving mindset with them where ever they go and pass it on so it spreads like wildflowers.

We should all strive to make a positive difference.

Just something to think about…

 

 

God’s special way of communicating…

Funny thing happened to me this morning.

So, I had decided last night that I would not be attending Sunday morning church service because of my late work schedule and the fact that I have an exam, a quiz, and a final to study for, all which are due NOW and over the next 11  days.

My story began when I woke up this morning from a strange dream.  Usually, when I have a disturbing dream, I typically will get on my knees and pray and talk to God about it for comfort.

After I finished praying about the dream, I started to develop a conscious about not going to worship service.  Now, I know that you don’t have to go to church to serve and worship God, but it does help to keep me grounded and focused on God.

Just the idea of being around like minded people and sharing God’s word and all of the teachings that come out of attending service helps me.

So, I said to God, “You know, I really don’t feel like going to service today, but if you want me to go, just let me know and I’ll go.”

God has many unique ways of speaking to us because shortly after that, I picked up my phone, unlocked it, and there was the navigation directions to the church and the word “Go”.  I was floored by this for a minute.

Then, I thought that maybe I had somehow prompted this by something I said and Siri heard it, but during my prayer time my phone was not in the vicinity of my voice so that couldn’t have happened.

Furthermore, I certainly did not say “Navigate to” my church because I don’t need directions to get there.  So, there is no way it just happened for no particular reason.  Things like this are what I call signs and wonders from God.

I guess that meant that he wanted me to get my behind up and attend church service because there is no other explanation for this.

Of course, some might say, coincidence, but I’ve seen coincidental happenings and this was not one of them.

Needless to say, I got up, took a bath, and found myself in Sunday morning service.  It’s a good thing I went because the message was about spiritual death and resurrection, which is thought of as spiritual disconnect from and re-connection with God.

That is something I do struggle with in my day to day frustrations.  Lately and seemingly frequently, I will feel a disconnect and I say to him, “I need to feel the spiritual connection, so please lead me back to the place where I feel connected with you again.”

It does not mean that God is not right there with me.  It just means, for me at least, that I am so bombarded with the day to day worldly distractions, that I cannot feel his presence or hear what he might be trying to tell me at that point and time in my life.

Well, he certainly made it clear this morning.  God’s remedy for all of our confusion is to get our attention, and speak to us however he sees fit and that is what he did today.

So, today and in this moment, I do feel a spiritual connection to my father God.  It was clearly shown to me in the message from the sermon today.

Do you feel a connection with God?

Just something to think about…

“Happy” Belated Thanksgiving…

Just checking in to see if everyone enjoyed Thanksgiving Day.

Today was a special day for me.  No, not due to any shopping frenzy, but because I was surrounded by people who God placed into my life and my children’s lives a while ago.

I enjoyed early Thanksgiving dinner with family within my household and later enjoyed yet another amazing dinner with my extended family in Christ.

It’s nice when you’re surrounded by people, especially extended family of no blood relation, who genuinely care about you and yours.  Its makes you feel like you belong.

It is a selfless kind of love and caring that comes from the heart, for no apparent reason, no agenda.  Just that instinct to love your sisters and brothers as God loves us all.

I laughed a lot today and had a fun time!  Thank you, my extended family for bringing laughter to my day.

While I miss the various family members and close friends that I could not spend Thanksgiving with, I keep you right here in my heart, always!

May everyone continue to be blessed with as much happiness, joy, and laughter that your heart can stand.  It’s good for the soul.

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine; but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22)

Just something to think about…

Understanding My Purpose…

I sit here in my chair this very moment and wonder, “Just what is my purpose?”.  I say that because I’ve been on the path to a nursing career for quite a while now.  However, for some reason, there have been numerous stumbling blocks in my path.

The most recent disappointment was when I missed the deadline to apply to nursing school.  I was so very devastated when I realized I had waited too long and could not move forward.

Prior to missing this most recent application deadline, I had applied the previous semester but was not accepted because I needed to finish one more class.

Technically, I had completed all the required courses to qualify me for acceptance.  However, since there were hundreds of applications and only a fraction of seats available, they had to give first options to students who had completed all the prerequisites.

I had completed all but one. Under normal circumstances, this particular class would not have prevented my acceptance because it could be taken post nursing school.  However it would’ve bettered my chances for acceptance.

So, you can imagine how so very excited I must’ve been to finally have all my classes completed!  I could not wait to apply!!!

Wouldn’t you know it, that important moment that I had waited an entire semester for, just slipped right through my fingers. A few days after I was done crying my many tears over it, I came to realize that, apparently, it wasn’t supposed to happen yet.

I constantly have to remind myself that what is for me is for me and no adversarial spirit or being can get in the way of what God has for my life.

It also got me to thinking that there is a reason for these setbacks.  So it makes me want to stop and reassess my situation to see if I am, in fact, on the right path that God has prepared for me, or is this just a path that I’ve imagined for myself.

While I do not truly understand my intended path, I do understand that my purpose is to praise God, spread love, change hearts, and strengthen the faith of those I encounter in this difficult world we live in.  Whether its by phone or face to face, I believe I am making a difference.

The part I am not clear about is how.  Where is God going to place me to serve my purpose the most.

Will it be through a permanent career, other than nursing, that he will use me?  Will it be various temporary situations where I get to serve in a variety of ways?  Will I finally finish on the path that I started? What will it be?

Only time and a lot of hard work will tell.  So, I am still pushing forward and doing everything I am supposed to do to lead me to my purpose.

Past that, I can only wait on God to give me clarity by revealing it to me, opening the right doors, and bringing me into my purpose.

I can imagine there are a lot of you out there who feel the same way as I do.  You haven’t quite got your finger on the exact path you are supposed to take.  So, you and I can go on our journeys together, gradually changing lives a little bit as we grow in our purpose.

Then, there are those of you who already have the clarity of your paths and purposes and are headed there full speed ahead.

Finally, there are many of you who are actually living in your purpose and changing so many lives through God’s grace and blessings.

Do you understand your path and know your purpose?

Just something to think about…

Smiling can be contagious…

Today was one of those long, busy, tiring, and uneventful days when, out of nowhere, it just changed.

One minute I was having a blah kind of day.  Then suddenly, I found myself engaged in conversation, which quickly turned into this contagious laughter.  This was definitely something I needed after the last several weeks I’ve had.

The person who caused me to laugh so hard,  started laughing even more after I couldn’t seem to stop. So, we were both cracking up after a while.

It was a simple verbal engagement that totally changed the course of my day.  The best part is that I didn’t see it coming.  It was like a breath of fresh air.

Usually, people say that about the bad things, “I didn’t see it coming”, but it’s so refreshing to be able to say that about something positive.

Immediately after that moment of intense laughter, I crossed paths with another just like him.  Perhaps he could hear the essence of laughter in my voice, because this cheerful conversation mimicked the one before it.  Different topic, yet same happy vibe.

Although I really have nothing to complain about because everyday is a blessing, I sure do wish days like this were more frequent.

Have you ever laughed so hard that you just couldn’t control it?  So, you know what I mean.  It feels good, right?

Its funny how a simple experience like laughter can be a major turning point in someone’s day!

Just something to think about…