It’s wrapped in extreme heartache, disbelief, confusion and emotional trauma. In my experience, it is one of the toughest things to overcome. It comes without warning or invitation, and it attacks ones physical, mental, and emotional being. There is no mathematical equation and or formula that will help one comprehend grief.
My hustle is my hustle. My hustle isn’t for everyone. My harvest is only for me! I share my story, because I want to tell about how good God is in my life and all that He has done for me. My harvest is God’s present to me.
Sometimes we tend to hold on to people who cannot lead us because it does something for our own self-esteem. It lifts us up that someone needs us to guide them. Now, there is nothing wrong with helping people, but when you do it with the wrong motives and bad intentions that is when it becomes poison to our bodies.
This week I was reminded of God’s great love and grace for His children. I say a prayer every day…
I questioned God, why did you send me to Memphis, away from my parents and family? Being away from my family has always been the hardest thing for me since I’ve accepted the call of God on my life.
If you’re in waiting, perhaps look back and see if you can remember any instructions or leadings that you didn’t respond to. Repent if necessary, and obey the last instruction you can remember. He’s a good father and is not going to give us a snake when we ask for food, but He is also a wise father, and a loving one, who is willing to discipline us, for our own benefit.
Hope is not lost, faith has not failed – Your Shepherd is here to rescue and set your feet back on a sure path. You simply must let Him in, not to where you pretend to be, but where you really are – right now, today.
I will say, for me in those years of dabbling with Pornography, I “catfished” myself. I was afraid to face my own truths of letting people know this was my sin and my pain. So I catered to porn instead of cultivating my relationship with Jesus
I have learned in my life that I allow myself a certain amount of time to soak in my emotions, and issues at hand. Depending on the severity of the issue is how long I give myself.
I waited and waited and waited to get married, but it started with me first having to get right, and not stop believing in the thing that I ever wanted since a little girl. It was then that I received my promise to a prayer I had been praying for many years. He was the one I’ve been praying for my whole life. It only took until my mid-thirties for my dream to come true, but I didn’t give up.