An Inconvenient Christianity

This is yet another one of those rare blog posts from me. Actually, the truth is that I have started other posts, but never finished them for publication. This time is different, though. The Holy Spirit would not let me abandon this blog post. Not this time.  At various points in the year, I have been noticing a shift. In the world. In the church. In myself. In the atmosphere. Anybody else feel it? It feels like the time is fast approaching when business as usual will no longer be enough. It feels like the same old way of operating will fail us. It feels like we need to step our game up, so to speak. In literally EVERYthing. EVERY aspect of our lives....but especially spiritually.  I am woefully incapable of articulating what I feel in my spirit about the upcoming year, but I know that 2018 will be uncommon. I believe that God i getting ready to blow our minds in the upcoming year. And I don't necessarily mean with blessings. But this time will also require an uncommon s

Okay...so the phrase "reclaiming my time" has become an internet sensation since Rep. Maxine Waters (D-CA) uttered it several times during Sec. Mnuchin's testimony on July 27, 2017. If you haven't seen it,  please take a moment to do so. Trust me, I enjoyed that immensely...and then I started thinking about the spiritual aspect of that statement. My most recent blog post  Perfect Progression  got a lot of reactions. Most of them were positive. A few people contacted me privately to share their own stories and/or ask questions. The thing people wanted most to know was how I was able to forgive myself. Before the Maxine Waters video, I did not have the phrase for it. Now I do. I reclaimed my time. The Lord showed me in His word ( Ephesians 5:15-17 ) that the time I wasted being devoted to the wrong person had to be reclaimed and more importantly, that I shouldn't waste more time beating myself up for what was already done. See, what I learned was that God gets

This blog has been a long time coming. I started several versions of it, but this is the first time that the Holy Spirit released me to write it. The title comes from something a good (and occasionally wise) friend wrote today. Suddenly, it was time. Perfection has been a goal of mine for as long as I have known myself. I fall short of it. ALWAYS. (Side note: what an awesome and merciful God we serve!). As much as I have talked about commitment and getting rid of the distractions in this blog, the truth is that I was preaching to myself. I was trying to maintain a facade of perfection, while being anything but perfect. For longer than is decent to admit, I was in an inappropriate relationship with a married man. I have always been a good Christian girl raised in a good Christian home, so I tried to justify my actions to myself. I loved him. Or at least I loved the version of him that I thought existed (* spoiler alert * the man I thought he was did not exist...like, at all).  And b

Happy new year!! Yes, I know it's almost May, but this is my first blog post of the year and I thought it was appropriate to greet you all properly. Anyway, I have been meaning to write. So much has happened and so much needs to be said, but I have been putting it off. Not sure why exactly. Perhaps, I have just been fighting against the inevitable. Actually, that is exactly the reason. James Weldon Johnson has a poem called,  Prodigal Son , where the speaker proclaims that the subject's arms are too short to box with God. That's me. Desperately trying to spar with the Creator, but my arms are too short. The end result? No punches have landed, I'm fighting the air...and I'm tired. God's sovereign will is a heckuva thing to come against. So why do we try? I wish I had an answer for that. Something about the human will seeks to exalt itself. It began happening in the Garden of Eden and has been occurring ever since. Oh yeah, we sing songs like, "