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Help is On The Way

People are navigating through some pretty difficult storms that will leave a lump in your throat the size of a golf ball. In the past few weeks, I've read numerous heart felt local stories of tragedies, loss, and sickness on social media whereas family members have reached out for support, encouragement, financial donations and/or prayers.

My heart collided with their grief as I imagined myself being in their shoes. I literally felt the sense of urgency for everyone, as they sat patiently waiting for overwhelming needs to be met. My heart ached in further contempt--frustrated that my bank account didn't yield enough commas to make it happen for everyone with legitimate needs. Many times, I would have to log off and just pray that God would touch the right hearts and that "giving" would not be a financial burden to the ones that were able/willing to be a blessing.

I'm no stranger to crisis. (We've all been there a time or two.) I know what it feels like to gain just enough courage to crucify the flesh (pride) and ask for help. I also know what it feels like to ask and have those unanswered petitions go unheard by the masses. How soon do we forget that sometimes people just don't have it to give but God is not bankrupt. He has not fallen off the throne. We have not because, sometimes we just ask the wrong one!

I came bye to encourage your hearts on today. If there is an "unmet need" in your household, don't feel slighted by the ones that don't genuinely have to give. I can testify that God will make the necessary provisions with that same ole mustard seed faith that people have been talking about for Ages.

So what are you believing and trusting God for in this season?

Well, there have been several pressing issues that I tried to resolve behind closed doors for years to no avail. For a long time, I didn't understand that I used the wrong set of muscles to move the mountains. I kept justifying my actions by scripture too. "Faith without works" is dead; so I moved and moved, but the mountains didn't bulge.

However, let me say that God really did send some strangers to be more than kind to me on multiple occasions--back to back. Needless to say, I'm not bragging on them but I'm bragging on the God that touched their hearts and saw something in me that I couldn't even acknowledge in myself. Some didn't offer a monetary donation, but they bombarded heaven wholeheartedly every time I came into their presence. They prayed for me, when I couldn't even muster up the strength to pray for myself. They called me down from the mountain and showed me a better way. They showed me how to suit up in His armor and war for myself. They showed me how to stop waging war on self and fight against the real enemy. They showed me that with the correct posture, patience and preserverance that dreams do come true (if you have the faith to believe).

Once one door opened, the windows couldn't even contain the blessings that started to overflow. I started to walk through a miraculous season of miracles, signs and wonders. Trust me, I'm not bragging because I'm not in a perfect season, but I'm humbled and grateful that what I perceived as "rejection was actually redirection." He positioned my steps to be in the right place at the right time. He didn't come to my aid while I was still wondering aimlessly in the wilderness because truth be told--I would've missed the opportunity. I would've forfeited his promises cause I falsely assumed that I was a rightful heir of a lifetime of suffering in the pit.

I grieved and mourned in the valley, alone for years with torn, dingy, dirty clothes underneath my perfectly positioned veil. Whenever people tried to reach me, I denied them access. I was embarrassed that the self- inflicted wounds had become amputations of dry bones that no longer fit.

But God said call those things that be not as though they were....

"Then he said to me, "Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it. "This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live." So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet--a vast army." Ezekiel 37:9-10

And so it goes without saying, that "she" now lives on looking forward to all that is on the way.

Don't let the enemy convince you that the promises aren't still good cause the "Helper" is on the way.



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