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Favor Ain't Fair

Social media created a new phenomenon with "it’s complicated" relationship status on Facebook.

 I guess the hype serves notice to the "friends list" that this is not the platform to publicly display significant others and that keeping personal business off social media may be beneficial.

 I'm still guessing....

Maybe "it's complicated" is a testament to the uncertainty of claiming someone that may not "claim" you in return.

 If both are wrong, then please spare me the embarrassment; because I'm the one that relies solely on Google to decipher some of these abbreviations just to "comprehend" what's on some people's mind.

Or just maybe...there are a lot of representations of "soul ties" surfing the net. I’m not sure!

Who am I to judge, when my “love life” trumps nonexistent?

Recently, I’ve read an influx of posts on social media that screamed at my spirit (in all caps) with the caption that "FAVOR AIN’T FAIR" followed by lavish engagement announcements, cozy couple getaways or happy family moments.

In my trying moments, I "wondered" if God was withholding his "favor" from me because I committed some heinous unforgivable act of sin.

Did I fail to repent daily for my shortcomings?

Did I straddle the fence of uncertainty with prolonged fear, doubt and disobedience?

Did I outright miss the mark?

Some days, I felt down right short changed. I made a life out of striving, reaching and aspiring to be better but was I better?

My most memorable moments in life didn’t show up by way of a man making me a top priority, so I found myself overcompensating for that lack. In relationships, I became the martyr. I ALWAYS gave to the point of no return. Then in turn, I felt so resentful that I barely had anything left to give to self. As the relationships changed, I remained the common denominator. The results were the same even though the faces were different. My dysfunction became a magnet for other dysfunction that grew into toxic relationships of brokenness.

Needless to say, I've never been anyone's WCW. Is that even a noteworthy accolade for future aspirations? lol

So as they say, "favor ain’t fair"; huh?

That statement required me to do some serious soul searching and dig in my own fruit bed. I wasn't bitter but I felt cheated in so many ways that I tried to out give others. I outsourced my love, my help, my joy and my peace on several dead-ends streets. God never intended for me to bargain my goods in the alley way of desperation but that’s where I always ended.

After spending sometime in a series of Bible Studies that forced me to shed the veil, I’m learning more about God’s real favor. In what seemed to be the most lonely, tumultuous times, God was always there. He never left my side. Through every storm, his faithfulness proved to be true.

Now when the children of God proclaim, "Favor ain’t fair."

 I get it.

I witness it.

I live it.

My "relationship" with God isn't complicated. It doesn't have to be concealed. It doesn't come with a ton of stipulations. I don't have to earn his love and I definitely can't out give Him. It feels nice to know that his love is never one-sided. This revelation is worth every season of loneliness I navigated to get here on today. Be patient. God sees you and he will reward your faithfulness in due time.

This side of favor, is where we both belong!

“The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” -Isaiah 58:11




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