Take Over!

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You are walking around, looking all beautiful or handsome. Nobody knows, they cannot see, how haggard you are on the inside. All they see is what you present on the outside. They see the smile, the joy, the kindness, the compassion, the strength and the patience. They don’t understand that it took God to build those virtues inside you, that they so easily enjoy, and sometimes take for granted. Nothing about you shows that you are about to run dry of those virtues. You are tired, because while you give those virtues to the world so generously, your own world appears to be falling apart, bit by bit, piece by piece. You don’t show the world, you don’t take your pain and agony out on the world. You refuse to consciously hurt others as an outlet of your own agony. Deep down you know that this is not the time to crumble, this is the time to ask God to take over.

You allow very few, the closest, to peek into your crumbling world, and to the rest you keep up a high spirit, laughing with them, urging them, uplifting and encouraging them, because even in your quagmire, you have a grace upon you, you have purpose built and flowing through you. They keep you focused, strong and unbending. But you are beginning to feel yourself cracking, the weight too heavy to bear. You need another level of grace, another level of joy. You need to dig deeper and speak a language that only God can understand, without you even having to move your lips. And your cry is a deep yearning for God to take over. Take over. Take over. Let Him take over, before you do something stupid.  Don’t be ruled by your emotions and make a bigger mess.

You are breathless, darkness seems to be crowding in. Your fingers are slipping, your mind is losing its grip. Yet you are steadfast, yet out of that darkness you know light will come and shine through, and you remain anchored, because greater is are the purpose and the spirit that are in you, than this current demise. Somehow, you know that this is not the time to give up, this is not the time to throw in the towel, but this is the time to give more, to smile deeper, to be kinder, to keep a steady mind. Your life and the lives of others depends on it. This is when you cry out, God, take over! Spirit take over! Jesus, take over! Undo me, and take me to the next level. Here I am.

You know, that even when it all appears nonsensical and crazy, and that it would be easier to fall victim to, to succumb to your challenges and allow them to consume you, you refuse to do so. Why? Because there is a higher calling, there is a higher place, there is a Higher Being Who will take over, take over, take over!  He knows your capacity, He knows how much you can endure, and He uses what you are going through to stretch you. And when you say its enough, He is really just getting started, because He knows more than anyone else, even more than you, the treasures He has put inside you. He knows the gem that you truly are. He allows the fire of life to cook you, He permits the pressures to form you, and in your humanity the effect is too much on the mind, spirit, body and soul. Let Him take over.

You are in the palm of His victorious right hand. He does not sleep, He does not get distracted, He is not confused, and nothing takes Him by surprise. He knew that this day would come and before you were even born, He was ready and well prepared. So ask Him to, take over, take over, take over. Be still, don’t try to fix it, given your emotions, you likely will make a mess of things. Through this extreme discomfort, you are birthing futures, destinies, as God’s plans, blueprint and purpose, unfold in you and through you, for your sake and for the sake of others. Don’t resist, flow with it. Don’t push back, rest in it. Don’t miss this very painful but glorious realm, don’t turn your back on it, don’t walk away from it, for there is a glory indescribable, there is a joy unspeakable, there are unimaginable destinies being delivered out of your painful patience. Believe it!

Only deeper wisdom, a mightier strength, an all knowing mind, an all seeing eye, can transform and transcend you into the next level of purpose. So let Him take over. Take over. Take over. You will be the better, and not the worst for it.

5Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and 6my God!

Now I am deeply discouraged,

but I will remember you—

even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,

from the land of Mount Mizar.

7I hear the tumult of the raging seas

as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.

8But each day the LORD pours his unfailing love upon me,

and through each night I sing his songs,

praying to God who gives me life.

9“O God my rock,” I cry,

“why have you forgotten me?

Why must I wander around in grief,

oppressed by my enemies?”

10Their taunts break my bones.

They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”

11Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and my God!

~Psalm 42:5-11 New Living Translation (NLV)

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Piece By Piece

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Rising above and conquering the defilement, degradation and debasement of abuse, rape and molestation is a monumental task. One feels beaten up and unable to continue on. However, we cannot allow or permit such trauma and tragedy, to get the better of us.

There are millions of us, men, women, boys and girls, who have been raped, sexually molested, and abused, physically, emotionally, verbally and spiritually. Being violated is indescribable. The depth of pain, trauma, filth, shame and guilt that one who has undergone because of even just one of those sickening and debilitating experiences is inexpressible. Putting the life altering damage into words is indefinable. But we can, and we should, dis-empower our trauma, piece by piece, and thrive!

The torture of the memories, the agony of wanting to be able to wash it all away, the pain of trying to cleanse one’s mind, soul and spirit from them, are enough to lead one to all kinds of self-destructing and self-defeating vices. When one has been abused in truth, when abuse is real, one lives with its nauseating existence, wishing that he or she could just wish it away and it would never show its ugly dark head again.  One creates a realm, a self-protective bubble that only he or she can live in, where hopefully, no one can reach and touch and hurt them again, spiritually, emotionally, verbally or physically. It is unhealthy but the abused needs that bubble space to get away, if only for one minute. In our quest to never be or get hurt again, we work hard to ensure that it becomes our emotional fortress and build it to become extremely formidable for anyone to enter.

But at some point for our own sake and for that of others, because we are a part of this world, and the world a part of us, we have to lay it down and walk away from it. It is easier said than done, and I am not sure that the pain ever really goes away, for many of us, but this I do know, that we can create and spread joy, love, healing, piece by piece, for ourselves and for others. It is a decision. A very tough one, but not impossible. Many have found healing through writing, what is your outlet? Is it music, is it writing, is it dancing, is it talking about it? Find your healing, get your healing, piece by piece.

Regardless of what has happened, we can put our lives together again, piece by piece. With quiet determination we can overcome our pain, shame and guilt about something we did not wish for, or bring upon ourselves. It is not our weight to carry. It is not our burden to bear. We must know that, accept that, walk in that, and piece by piece, receive and give back joy, love, peace, kindness, and even healing.

If we do not, we will lose the beautiful purpose our beautiful souls were sent on this Earth to fulfill. Don’t allow the darkness to overwhelm and overtake you. Don’t give the rapist, the violator, the molester and the abuser that kind of power over your beautiful soul and spirit. No, instead, piece by piece, every day, find time to discover your true self, bring him or her out, and live an overcoming life, one that is determinedly and deliberately put back together by your will-power and choice. Breathe and know that you deserve that. You deserve a wholesome life, no matter how battered and shattered you have been.

Conquer your violator. Conquer your molester. Conquer your rapist. Piece by piece. You deserve it. There is a plan for you. A hope and a good future.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

Allow yourself to be put back together again, piece by piece.

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Rewrite Your Trauma

 

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I wonder what would happen if instead of living a life of regret, pain, shame and guilt, we decided to write down the beautiful things about ourselves, and focused on living those beautiful things? I wonder what would happen if we walked in the beauty that we see in ourselves, and not shy away from it, but accept it? I wonder what would happen if we came to terms with the truth that we are worth loving and being loved in return?

We are not used up, unwanted scraps. We do not have to be light hidden under a bushel. We are not our trauma. We have a voice, a heart, a spirit, a mind and a soul. We feel. We ache. But we can find the power to rewrite our trauma. You know, as excruciating and painful as it was, we can turn it into a gift to the self and for the world. We can rewrite it so that we glow and our shine radiates and permeates into the lives of others to bring them wholeness as well. We can give others a lifeline to start their lives afresh.

We can stand on the pillars of hope instead of hopelessness. We can stand on the rock of joy instead of depression. We can stand on the mountain of laughter instead of bitterness. We can stand on the anchor of love instead of hatred. And we can stand on the foundation of compassion instead of anger. We can rewrite our trauma by making the free will choice to do so, uplifting and buoying up not just ourselves, but others who are deeply wounded and unbearably hurt. In return, our hearts begin to thaw out, joy begins to flow within us, peace begins to take over, and salvation and deliverance begin to take place.

We transform from our bitterness into our sweetness. We become renewed, fresh droplets of clean water flowing from our souls touching other lives and giving them reason to live on, and not give up. We can do it, so can they! 

Rewrite your trauma. Rewrite your pain. Turn your ordeal into emancipation for yourself and liberation for others. Let that be the story your life, not your trauma. Don’t allow what injured and devastated you to determine who you will become, instead, turn it around, rewrite your trauma, and become who you should be, a wonderful gift to the world.

Should we, must we, we deny the rest of our precious lives the joy of living, being, expressing, birthing and creating? Must we deny ourselves life itself and all the good it has to offer? I think not. Let’s light our lamps, let them shine, so that we can be free and others can be free.

“No one lights a lamp and then hides it or puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where its light can be seen by all who enter the house.”

                                                                                                             Luke 11:33 (NLT)

Rewrite your trauma and let your light shine!

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Broken Record New Song

 

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At some point in our lives, we have to stop asking why. Why did this happen to me? Why me? Why not someone else? Is it the way I look? Did I ask for this? What did I do to deserve this?  Why, why, why, the never ending why record that never stops spinning, over, and over, and over, and over again.  But what if we spun that spinning around? What if we decided to just stop asking why, and got rid of that record for good?

I think that that is a really healthy idea, because obsessively asking why just makes us sicker and sicker, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically. It does not heal us, it does not bring us comfort, it does not grant us liberty or freedom.  It keeps us shut down,unable to function properly, and it pins us down in dungeons of darkness and self-pity, crippling us from becoming the best we can ever be.

Asking the question, why me, continuously, drains and depletes us. It does not bring or give the answers, and the likelihood of our ever finding the answer(s) is zero, to many of our traumatic why me experiences. What does not have to be zero, what should never have to be zero, is the sum of your life, and how you have lived it after your trauma. There is nothing fulfilling or wholesome about why me. There is everything worthwhile in turning that around and claiming, “I deserve better! I can do and be better than what happened to me. I can rise above it!” Let that be your ‘broken’ record. Let that be your new song. Play it, dance to it, until it becomes your reality.

Be grateful for every breath you breathe, for every good door that is opened to you, for every opportunity that comes your way, and for every chance to become the best version of you. Snap out of why me and soar with, it can only get better from now on! You have survived thus far, now give yourself the opportunity to live and to thrive.

Inexplicable why me. There can be so many answers that really lead to nothing. The one constant is that no matter how much you ask that question, it does not erase what happened to you, instead it makes you relive what you no longer want to remember. why me never helped anyone, and it’s not going to start with you. What has helped many is the hope and the determination to begin their lives afresh. Their new beginning has taken them to places they never thought possible, and the same can be for you, if you will only stop dancing to why me.

Stop playing the why me record that leads to a path of self-destruction. Abundance is available. Abundance of life awaits you. Change your tune, switch the record.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come that they may have life, and have it in all its fullness.  John 10:10 (Berean Study Bible)

Change that broken why me record to a new song, “I am alive to thrive and I dance to a different tune!”

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Write My Love, Write

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Write my love, write.

Write until your hearts sings.

Write until the tears flow.

Write until you hop, skip and jump.

Write until you feel like running to the finish line.

Write until you feel like swimming across a mighty ocean.

Write until you feel like climbing the highest mountain.

Write until you feel the sun on your face.

Write until the burdens fall off.

Write until your mental chains are broken.

Write until your emotional shackles shatter.

Write until you think only life not death.

Write until you sing. Write until you dance.

Write until you rejuvenate and see the light.

Write until revelation kicks in and you find your answers.

Write until you find redemption.

Write until you sway with the words you write, until you are one with them.

Write until your deliverance comes.

Write without restraints.

Write without holding back.

Write, until you soar like the eagle.

Write until you feel like anything is possible.

Write until you are released from your pain and agony.

Write until you discover that your healing and that of others, is not impossible.

Write until it all becomes clear for you and you have a message for the world.

The LORD answered me: Write down this vision; clearly inscribe it on tablets so one may easily read it. Habakkuk 2:2 (Holman Christian Standard Bible)

Yes, write my love, write.

The Replay

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Over, and over and over again. There it goes. The unpleasantness of that memory, causing you to wilt and wither. The thing that turned you into what and who you are today. It’s always triggered by something. Deceptively lying low inside you, as if keeping a low profile, until something happens; a word is said, you smell something, you see something, or you hear something, and it rises to the surface, and you end up replaying and reliving the damage. And you realize, that you are still stuck. You have not overcome it. You have not gotten rid of it. The replay. Always lurking. Always hiding. Always hidden. Waiting to come to the surface.You have to get rid of it, dear friend. You have to end that replay before it ends you.

What caused the replay? What lies beneath that replay? Who lies beneath the replay? What, who brought this replay into your life, your soul, your spirit, your mind, your universe? Have you become comfortable with the replay? Can’t live with it, can’t live without it? Don’t accept that dear friend. Don’t give in to it. I know it is stuck to your soul, but you have to dig it out and let go of it. Otherwise it will constrain you, for all your life.

Look at yourself now. I mean, like, really, now. Now. What do you see? Who do you see? Where are you going? Where is the replay taking you? What is the replay doing for you? Is it enriching you? Is is empowering you? Is it building you up? Is it inspiring you? Is it motivating you? Is it assisting you to fulfill your destiny, your purpose, your dreams?

I think, most likely, in all truth, it is debilitating you. It is withering you bit by bit, making you lose your color, lose your mind. It is draining you day by day. it has probably led you into habits and doing things that you regret; things that further dis-empower you. For how long my friend? For how long? Stop. Stop the replay. Stop it now. Make it go away. Find help, find assistance, or simply write. Whatever you do, don’t let the replay eat you alive. Don’t let the replay deplete, sink and bury you, and deprive you of a fulfilled life.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.  John 10:10 (NIV)

You do have power over the replay!

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Trade that Condition

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I am grateful that I am still here, despite my wounds. I am grateful that I am still here in spite of my pain. I am grateful that I am still here regardless of my imperfections. I am grateful that I am still here after much loss. Much loss. Are you?

You know, dear unseen and unknown friend, you could use your wound to open beautiful doors for you and others. You could use your pain as a ticket to love yourself and others.You could use your loss as a ticket to give abundance. You could use your grief to bring brightness and life. You could use your trauma as a ticket to make the world a dark and ugly place for yourself and others. You could use pain as a ticket to make the world a living hell for others. But remember, you can also use it as a stepping stone to bring joy to others. You know and understand what pain is, and you do not wish for others to experience what you have undergone.

Your pain, your wound, your trauma, your grief, are vehicles for deep self-reflection, and decision-making, and you have the power to succumb to returning pain for pain, anger for anger, violence for violence and hatred for hatred. But remember, you also have the power to trade all those destructive conditions for beauty, joy, peace and love. Those insecurities, those hidden secrets that are eating you up from the inside, gnawing at your mind, spirit and soul, you also have power over. You can overcome them, be free, and set others free, with a single change of mind, to drop the weight and unhinge yourself from the sadness, depression, shame and anger, that have become debilitating comfort zones.

Maybe if you never went through what you went through, you will never discover how amazing you truly are. Maybe if what happened to you never happened to you, you will not understand your true value and your true worth. Maybe if you hadn’t had that terrible experience you will never know what a gift you are to the world.

Your pain can be your ticket to uncovering your brilliant self, and what you are really made of! Your moment of tragedy is your ticket to self-evaluation and self-discovery, if you so choose. Maybe if, as horrible, terrible, violent and as traumatic as it was, if it did not happen, you would never realize how much the world needs you, broken up and all, yes, yet still, a balm, honey, love, peace and joy to many, because you understand pain and its depths. Perhaps if you had not undergone that grief you would never be able to see how fragile the world is and how strong you are. 

Think. Think for a minute, despite how crumpled, tired and faceless you feel, the very thing that hurt and still hurts you, could be your ticket to pouring healing power into a very, very, very hurting world. I know it hurts, but your wound is your ticket to knowing your worth and your value. You are more than gold. More than silver. More than diamonds. You are you. Intricately made. Priceless. Don’t hide and waste away.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

-Psalm 139:9-14

Trade your condition and thrive! You are wonderful. You are magnificent.

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