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No More Reservations

New Year was Mello at my house.

I began celebrating New Year on December 29th.

I ate, drank good stuff, and pretty much binged watch Netflix all the way into the New Year. Sauf for the part where I attended church, played games and won a gift card and a a box of cookies which according to my trainer is not healthy.

Unfortunately….for the cookies…I can’t find them (hmm…hmm)

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I guess I won’t be adding “cookies” on Myfitnesspal app log…(this once).

A…ny….way!

I figured I’d begin with resolutions this year since its what we all tend to do this time of the year. Yesterday, something changed inside of me. My resolutions didn’t seem to just be resolutions. They felt more like declarations. And as I share them with you, I hope you can hold me to it and also share yours with me. It may sound like journal ramblings.

That said –

2018 is going to be an excellent year.

I feel the excitement in my bones. Excitement for the adventures and grace to overcome in difficult times. Like most of you, I have great promises from God. But the one thing that has always stood in my way is – me.

So the theme for me this year is – NO MORE RESERVATIONS.

No more reservations for me means not holding back any longer.

I will have no more reservations about anything that is good and godly. I will have blunt conversations. Straight talk and give straight forward answers.

– Of course, with discretion ~

My focus is on the presence of God like Brother Lawrence. In my going out and coming in, setting Him continually before my face like King David said. Every word, promise, gift, blessing…from God that I have believed will happen this year. I have no fear of being blessed or being criticized for being blessed.

I walk in swift and complete obedience to His still small voice. No apologies. No excuses. Just pure surrender and leadership. No more personal fears and reservations. I will do what needs to be done. Go where I need to go. And do what I need to do. No more reservations.

Talk is NOT cheap. Words are powerful. I will use them wisely. I will use them to declare. Taking action on all the promises God has sent my way.

I understand that God’s blessings don’t always come packaged the way we expect. So I ask for grace to accept every gift He brings my way even if it doesn’t look like what I expected.

(But if it doesn’t come the way we expect, how come expectation is a requirement for faith? I have so many unanswered questions God. No too many answers.)

That’s because there is a difference in Expected Outcome and Process Expectations.

In boxing, there is technique and there is strategy. Technique is using the jab, uppercut, southpaw etc whenever you want in a fight. Strategy is deciding whether to wear your opponent out in 3 rounds by letting him punch endlessly at you while you start throwing hard punches in the next 4 rounds to completely wear him out and knock him out.

With strategy, its not about punches anymore. Its about what types of punches to throw, when to throw them, where on his body, and why.

Don’t think technique (process). It can change. Think strategy. There are many ways to get to the future God is calling you to. So, what do we do? Where do we go? We decide. We have the green light.

Think big picture like God. Its all strategy. God has an expected end in his mind. But, He moves the plan around if like Joseph you have a big mouth or like Israel, your 4 day journey becomes a 4o year circus in the wilderness.

So, what’s the end result? Think from there. Then, decide…what do we do to get there? How dow we adjust our sails and sail with the wind, the voice of HIS Spirit? How do we change, grow, and adapt? How do we manage our responsibility in the lane of His will?

And finally,

I have felt like I have been so mental and intellectual about the word.

Why have I been so mental, critical…intellectualizing God’s word and ways lately? I hate it. It causes me to miss the moments. So I am letting go and letting God. With a renewed passion, I won’t be intellectualizing the word. But I will be enjoying it with my head and my heart.

God! May your Spirit do his work in me and may my life become living proof of what I study in your blueprint, in Jesus name.

I have no more reservations! (That’s my New Year’s Declaration)

This year is going to be an excellent year. I have faith.

I am loving it already!

For the mountains may depart, and the hills be removed; but my lovingkindness shall not depart from thee, neither shallΒ  my covenant of peace be removed, saith Jehovah that hath mercy on thee – Isaiah 54:10

IF NOT FOR HER…

Hello fam –

For a while now, my life has been like a game of pool and my actions like the pool stick. Everything I did felt like I was trying to hit stripped balls into the table’s pockets. Finally, I am at the “8” ball, the last piece for me to play to win the game of pool.

In real life lingo, I can’t figure out what that “8” ball is for me to do so I can complete this season of my life. I am thinking if I can figure it out, I would know what to do to complete this season of my life.

But, it seems God is hinting that it has to do with STOPPING and REFLECTING on my roots. Its as if He is urging me to do this before this circle of my life, which has felt like an evenly matched game between my faith and the forces of evil, ends.

After the shooting in Texas this week, I stopped to think. As I interceded for Sutherland, the Texas Files in my soul were opened. I recalled and smiled at good and bad memories. But, I had to STOP what I had been doing altogether when I received unpleasant news yesterday.

I called to greet my godmother and found she died on September 20th. That’s almost a month and a half ago. I was in shock. And this is happening around the time of my “twin” brother’s one year death anniversary. So, this week, has been interesting.

So, instead of the usual posts about faith, family, process, or developing destiny, I want to remember my godmother, share what she did for me, and some defining lessons from her life as a woman, mother, wife, and missionary.

First, I have to confess.

The first thing that I thought of after hearing the news of her passing was whether I had honestly spent enough time with her

OR

Whether I could have called her more often to just talk and connect. I do my part but I almost felt guilty of not talking to her as often as I wished

Nevertheless. She wouldn’t want me having those feelings.

So, in brief,

This is what Esther Lekunze (Pastor Es as we called her) did for me – Continue reading “IF NOT FOR HER…”