My thought in writing this blog is that it will be a place to be recklessly authentic, that is to say another way brutally transparent. In living my life this way, I have come to find that filters on my mouth and thoughts are necessary,but I gotta get it out!!!!!! Filters are not the friend of transparency. Only the Holy Spirit can be trusted to filter in the utmost purest form here on earth. It is not my intention to not be honoring to people in my life. Alas that could happen if I am really being honest.
Take this week for instance, I spent a lot of time just plain old mad at my husband.. I have the best husband who happens to work part-time. I am so over being the major money maker in the family. Which is why anger seemed like such a reasonable way to go, anger and blaming and being rude. It all seemed to make sense. Really though my money comes from God. Provision for my girls and my home comes from the Lord. I can't change circumstances. But I can and do and will continue to Pray. When I go to my dad in heaven, he hears me and in James 1 it says he doesn't get mad at me for asking!!! So guess what I am just going to be a big fat asker!!! I could have been so much better at honoring my husband through the storm.
Just when I was having this amazing pity party about my husband, I got word from Uganda that a dear friend lost her husband to a car accident. Life is so precious. Bishop John-Micheal was married to my Pastor friend Evah, I wonder how that day went, do you think they woke up together thinking this may be the last day we have together? Did they say a final goodbye? Probably not. I am going to really live each day like it's my last, kinda a lofty ideal but not willing to live with regrets.
Mr. Smith I love you.
Mostly I am mad. Mad at the devil for taking out Bishop John- Micheal prematurely. Mad at the ignorant poverty that keeps sticking its sticky paws on our resources. Mad that I spent time being mad at my man.
I promise this blog will be interesting and boring.
Everything and Nothing
Fast or slow life is going to happen. Big time or tent city you have to do this thing called life. Sharing my steps,missteps,joys and tears is my goal. For you to bust out of ruts, think differently. My story is being written every day by grace and so is yours. Thank you for reading be blessed.
i guess i love you too .... i think lol
ReplyDeleteI love that you're blogging! And talking about fights with your husband! And keeping it real!
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