I Am Uncategorizable!

I am under the weather today.  But I didn't want more time to pass before I shared this poem.  The idea came to me recently when my husband and I were having a discussion on politics and where people lean in terms of voting preferences (don't ask, lol!).

I have learned to love all the unique qualities God has given me.  I could spend all day identifying them.  It has been a long time coming because I didn't always love myself.  I thank God that that is no longer true.  I am grateful to be able look at myself, inside and out, and love all of my imperfections.  This poem expresses that and the fact that, more than anything, no one thing defines me.  I am so much more by His hands.  This is true of every human being.  We are all works He has created.  He is eager to be in your life to finish and perfect His work in you.  I am excited to see what He has and will continue to work in and through me.  I know the same is true for you. 

Psalm 139 says it better than I do.  Particularly verse 14.  You're His masterpiece and He loves you.  God bless you and enjoy:  

You can't box me in,

Paint me into a corner,

Define me.

I am undefinable!

I'm not Democrat, Republican,

Independent or Green Party,

I am not who or what I vote for.

Faction is not my name.

I am not tall or short,

Fat or skinny.

Physical qualities are not a boundary for me.

I am unlimitable.

I am not black or white,

Hispanic or Asian,

Race and ethnicity will not limit me.

I am uncategorizable.

God has gifted me and crafted me,

For His own purpose.

He carved me with His own hands.

He made me in His own image.

He knew me before I knew myself.

He named me before my mother met me.

He defines me.

What King?

I started writing to express myself at age 11. I, particularly, loved to write poetry. Yet, I have not written poetry in many years. My heart has been crying out for the words to express myself in this way since I became a believer and follower of Christ. I have wanted to put into words what my heart knows and experiences all the time. Today those words came. I wrote two poems! I am so excited. I am sharing one of them below.  I hope you will be blessed by it:










What King?

What king would step away from his majesty,
From his glory arrayed in splendor,
From the height of his regality,
To live as a mere man,
With no money,
No visible power,
No connections,
No bed to sleep in as as a babe?

What king would forego recognition,
Give up the ability to work supernaturally,

And instantly do what it takes a man
A lifetime to achieve?

What King would accept false witness being bore against Him?
A violation of His own law.
Giving up the right to cry out "No, not Me!"

What King would allow Himself to be beaten, scourged, cursed at,
Disfigured, defiled, mistreated, maligned, spat upon and nailed to a cross
For being and admitting to who He was?
The King.  That King.

All for one mission.  All for one goal.  All to save us all.

Only one King would give His life.
Only one God would willingly give His only Son.
Only one King could be called...

...The Risen King.

And He would have done it all over for just one of us.
He is alive.  He reigns in the majesty and glory He gave up for us.
He is the King.

Only.  One.  King.

Domestic Diva, I'm Not!

I am coming to terms with the fact that I am not a Domestic Diva. I have tried, failed and am now resigned to the fact that I cannot do it all. I'm only one person.

I can't bring home, the bacon, fry it up in a pan and keep an immaculate home while scrapbooking every major and minor event in the lives of me, my children, my husband and our neighbors. I cannot craft a five-course gourmet meal from memory. I cannot sew a whole wardrobe for myself. I cannot (will not!) scrub and clean my home in full makeup, three-inch heels and maintain a perfect manicure. I can't do it.

I can't wash dishes, cook that five-course meal, fold tons of laundry, put them away, scrub multiple bathrooms and dust while taking out the trash and removing every speck of dust all at once! I can't do it!

I can't maintain a perfect garden that produces all the food my household will eat, homeschool my babies and keep the lawn manicured and lush. I can't paint every room every month, vacuum every single day, shampoo the carpets every other week and recycle every article of plastic, paper, glass and cardboard that passes through my house. Can't do it!

I can't do all of the above while being an overachieving, super, career woman. I can't rule the boardroom, take the C-levels by storm and rule the world from atop my throne of perfection while balancing a well-functioning, perfect home and family. I can't keep my car clean 24/7, walk around during all times of the day and night in those three-inch heels, in a perfect size 7 power suit, while amazing everyone I encounter with my high IQ and unmatched intelligence. Superwoman does not exist!!!!

I am not perfect! And you know what? I am fine with that. Phew! What a relief. I thank God that God is perfect.

Don't get me wrong. I'm no slob and I take good care of my family and everyone around me. I do my best. And my best IS good enough. I am now free of the need to do it all. I can't. Nobody can. Frankly, I don't have to.

(Image obtained Cafe Press)

Memory Lane: God's Investment

During a recent Sunday school class, I was thinking about how I came to be a saved person. I began to remember the names and faces of people God put in my life who in one way or another ministered the Gospel to me. Over several years, I learned and had so much exposure to the Lord, His Word and His Will.
As I went down this memory lane of my salvation, I couldn’t help but smile and really rejoice in my spirit because I realized that God really wanted me. He loved me so much that He invested so many people in my salvation. He started with His Son (John 3:16) and continued sending His children to bring me back to Him.
 This remembrance encouraged me so much. It made me realize how special I am to my Heavenly Father. As I type this, I struggle with feelings of inadequacy, not being good enough, loved or respected. But remembering the Lord’s investment helps me to know that regardless of how others treat me or see me, I’m special to Him.
Who has the Lord placed in your life? Who has He sent to rattle your nerves or make you think when it comes to God and your eternal life? Those people are God’s investment in your salvation. He loves you so much that He will give everything up to have you come to Him. (Matt 18:12-14, Luke 15:3-5) You are so special to Him. My prayer for all of you is that the Lord will receive the return on His investment in you. God bless you.

End of the World? I'm Not Worried

A great deal of attention has been given to the doomsdayers who claim the world will end today at 5pm. I have heard that people are selling their homes, running scared and losing their minds. Let me tell you why I don’t share their anxiety and give perspective and truth to this madness. 

First, the Bible states clearly that no one knows the exact day or hour that Christ will return. (Matthew 25:1-13). When He returns, it will not be announced. When people go around giving dates, times etc. of the end of the world, I don’t blink because I know it’s not true.
Second, the truth of the Gospel covers me. Here is the truth: no one is perfect. We are all sinners. No one is exempt. As human beings, we tend to assign a degree of offense to sins. That is we think a little white lie is no big deal compared to adultery. But to God, sin is sin. We are all guilty. Because we are sinners, we are separated from God. God is holy and perfect. Think of it as light compared with darkness. When you shine light into a dark room, the darkness is driven away. God is light. We as sinners are in darkness. (John 1:5)
Because we are sinners, we have to pay a price. The price is to die. (Romans 6:23). But that verse goes on to say that God has given the gift of eternal life. The way to receive that eternal life is through Jesus Christ, the son of God. Jesus said we must be born again to receive God’s kingdom. (John 3:1-19) The reason we Christians call Him our Savior is that He saved us from the destruction that is due anyone who does not believe in who He is and receive Him in their lives.
Don’t get it twisted. Christians still fall. With media attention on so many fallen pastors, everyone knows it’s true. But like I’ve said before, Christians are not perfect, just forgiven. We have the advantage of being forgiven when we mess up. That’s why it’s not good to judge someone who falls. You don’t know when God accepts and forgives them. Making them pay for their mistakes in this brief life will not necessarily prohibit them from eternal rejoicing. Think about it.

Christ died on the cross and rose after three days. His death was the payment for our sins. Therefore, those of us who accept Christ, receive the gift of life He paid for with His own life. After the Lord rose, He ascended into heaven where He now sits at the right hand of God. The Bible lets us know that when Christ returns, He is coming to bring us, His church, back with Him. Therefore, the “end of the world”, so to speak, is the beginning of eternal life for believers. This is why I, as a believer, am not worried.

Your question now may be how do I receive Christ? All you need to do is believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and that God raised him from the dead. You will become born again and receive Christ as your Lord and Savior. (Romans 10:1-13).
Again, don’t make the mistake of thinking that becoming a Christian is a walk in a field of daisies. But the eternal hope that comes with this walk is worth trading the uncertainty of our end outside of it. Try Christ. He won’t let you down. If the world ends today, I hope to see all of you in eternity. God bless you.

Real Talk

Most days, I’m flowing with optimism. Even when things aren’t going quite the way I’d like, I am able to still flow with the joy of the Lord. But then there are some days when that joy doesn’t seem to reach me. There are days when the light doesn’t seem to come in. When holding on seems impossible. Days when I can’t seem to get it right. There are times when I’m overwhelmed, stressed, tired, depressed, frustrated and just plain hurting. Today is one of those days. I don’t write this for sympathy or for people to call me out of concern or curiosity. I write this to share, to encourage others and let people know this truth:

Christianity is not just walking through a field of tulips, singing and laughing. Sometimes those tulips die and their petals fall to the ground like the tears on your face. Sometimes we are often hurt and disappointed or we hurt and disappoint others. Sometimes we cry while we pray. Sometimes we stand in darkness, praying for the light to come in to illuminate our path again. Sometimes the profane words in our heads come out of our mouths. Sometimes we stand in complete hopelessness and keep telling ourselves over and over “if I can just make it through today, tomorrow will be better and the day after that.”



On days like these, I know I’m walking by faith and not by sight (2 Cor 5:7, Heb 11:1). You can’t see it. You have no tangible proof it exists or that it will ever happen for you. But your hope is often times all you have. Sometimes that has to be enough. God will handle the rest. That’s real talk.

A little color

I am not the most stylish person. I have my own style, but I don't like to shop. I'm not up on the latest brands or trends. In a lot of ways I am fashionably challenged. I'm not the dress up type. I am very happy in a comfortable pair of jeans and tennis shoes. (And a t-shirt of course!) I don't require much.

Yet lately, the other side of my feminity has started to come out. I went to a Home Goods store last weekend and loved it! All the color and the potential for awesome things to do around my house. Wooooww! It was great! I've been thinking about it and concluded that everybody needs a little color in their life!

My home is not an HGTV masterpiece. It would never be profiled on any show showcasing homes. But it's home to me. Nonetheless, I still fantasize about it being nicely put together like those HGTV digs. I'd love it to be designed with thoughtful touches and well-placed accessories. The most well-placed accessory in my house is usually a shoe I trip over or a coat on the chair in the kitchen. I fuss over it and roll my eyes. But I secretly rejoice that my house is not too orderly. My children are a precious gift. Those precious gifts are wrecking my house! LOL!!!(Thank You Lord!)

All the same, I dream of wonderful things I can do to make my house more... HGTV. I could hang up an amazing painting and totally transform a space. I could be inspired to make amazing changes throughout a room by simply placing a fine, sculpted vase on a table. Inspiration can come from anywhere. Here is where I have started:


A vase of flowers. I have had all sorts of flowers on my table lately. Tulips, carnations, a persevering African violet and now roses. I don't know. I love the splash of color flowers bring. They really can transform a table and make it something special.

Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe I'm just starting to explore my stylish side. LOL! I don't know. I know I'm seeking to be inspired to do something different. In every area of life, a little color never hurt anybody. ;-D

What inspires you?