God Knows Where I Am

"Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." --Galatians 6:2

An excellent GPS locator to determine if you are out of God's will is by the path you choose to follow. Are you being driven by God's truth or man's opinion? Either way, you will end up somewhere.

When I tend to abandon spiritual truth and try to live up to man's expectations, I always end up in back in Egypt---found sitting under the same tree of darkness, trying to catch my breath. Although I could be found faithful over family, work and school obligations, I refused to be good to me and it showed. I had gone through the fire, inhaled the fumes and smelled like smoke.

I was fragile.
I was defensive.
I was empty.

My defensive posture was a result of bearing witness to these ugly untruths and the discomfort I faced with people's probing questions. Obviously, they saw or smelled the fumes and wanted to help, but I wasn't big on being helped. Prideful? Absolutely not. I just refused to give up the traditional code of family ethics that affirmed, "what happens in this house, stays in this house." Absolutely, absurd but it was apart of my roots. Asking me to expose unhealed vulnerabilities felt like a huge violation of privacy and overstepped boundaries.

However, God blew his breath on me when a spiritual sister extended an invitation to an outing that required me to be in route to the meeting spot in less than an hour. I had every reason to say no, and the more I hesitated, God quickened my spirit.

As soon as we ushered ourselves down the rows in the sanctuary, by no particular order, Eddie James began ministering, followed by a word from a mentor that broke open a dam of uncontrollable tears. Apart of me was embarrassed that she had peeked into my "secret closet" but the other part was relieved. She knew what I needed to saturate the dry places and God did too.

In the midst of getting lost in the moment, I heard Eddie James say, "Don't be incarcerated by the darkness of this world."

I felt my spirit man ascend to the heavens in gratitude for that simple but profound revelation.

All, I could do was shed tears in awe. It was confirmation that He (God) saw me and knew where I was.

I hadn't be lost in translation.
I hadn't been disregarded.
I hadn't been exiled.

Most importantly, I wasn't invisible.

Don't let the vultures feed off the seeds of God's truth planted in your heart. The enemy desires to keep you disconnected to keep you in pieces. There is added strength in fellowship.

Let him pour "new wine" into your empty vessel.

God knows where I am and he knows where you are too.

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