I Wouldn’t Be My Option

So, I know myself and like I like to say ‘If I were God choosing someone to do some work for me, I wouldn’t be my option’

When I read about God using the weak things of the world to shame the strong, my mind is screaming ‘I KNOW, I CAN TESTIFY’
When I read about God using a donkey, I am smiling, waving my hands like a mad woman and saying ‘I AM HERE LORD, I CAN BE A DONKEY FOR YOU’
When I read about God saying that if we call unto Him, He will do great and mighty things, I stand on the chair and start shouting ‘YES LORD, I WILL CALL UNTO YOU’

I read about the lady of the alabaster box; her expression of love and the secret thoughts of the people in the room, I slowly take my seat so that no one can see me and whisper ‘Hmmmm…. Okay!’
And then there is David dancing till his cloths fall off, I cover my eyes and write in my journal ‘I love you Lord but am not sure how that will bring glory to Your name’
Then these guys Paul and Silas get themselves imprisoned for the gospel, I bargain ‘I am set free because of you. If the truth sets us free then why prison? In fact I am short of saying ‘I bind all sorts of persecution in the name of Jesus until I see ‘In this world you will have tribulation but be of good cheer for I have over come the world’ Hmmmm, I wonder. ‘Who knew that tribulation and good cheer would look good in the same sentence?’
And who knew I could actually shut up?

It is at that point that I remember all these promises in Revelations about those who will overcome putting on crowns ,white cloths and cool stuff like that and I am full of energy. I stand up, carry a chair and start running with it as I scream ‘I AM YOURS OH LORD. You know am in’ that is until I discover that overcoming means hard times should have come before.

I then realize the honor and privilege I have to know a loving God who sent His son to die for me regardless…

I am forever grateful and in awe. I know that if I were God I would not choose me and that is why I am glad that I am not God


It is good

This world is filled with mirrors. Everywhere you go there is one, even if you tried to run away from them. You no longer need to buy a mirror to know what you look like. This does not mean just the physical appearance; they are special mirrors that see you for who you are. There is someone at every turn in the journey of life to tell you who you are; almost everyone seems to have an opinion about everyone.

I keep wondering, who sets the yard stick for beauty? Who decides the ugly or beautiful people?
I have come to a conclusion that…
When one looks in the mirror, you see yourself as you think you are
When people look at you, they see you as they think you are
Haven’t you had an experience where you thought a particular car, dress, shoe or even person was beautiful only to find someone that hates it completely and thinks it is ugly?
That proves to me that the common African proverb that says ‘One man’s meat, another man’s poison’ applies to even our physical beauty.
People are more beautiful when you get to know them and love them

I am daily encouraged when I think of the fact that I am made in the image of God.
When God sees me, He sees a beautiful creation and He says it is good, I am good, she is good, he is good, you are good like He did at the time of creation