Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Breaking Process

So this morning I got to work pretty early, I mean 5 am early!!!
Anyone who knows me and my love for sleep knows that this is such stretch!!!  
But, on every cloud is a silver lining, this one is more live a thick silver band. So I got time to pray and meditate and what not and guess what? Writer's block got lifted!!! So excirred!!!
This morning I reflected and looked back on 2011. It has been quite a year for me!!!
2011 has been...THE BREAKING PROCESS <dramatic entrance >
2011 has been the most extreeme year ever. When I say extreeme, I mean extreeme highs and extreeme lows.
Never in my life have I been as broken as I was in 2011. 
See this year began with heart break. Literally. On January 1, 2011 my heart was broken, by a man I had been in love with for 4 years!! A long time that was. I look back at the tears I cried that day and the pain I felt, I wonder how I made it through that period. That's a no-brainer really. Coz I Never would have made it without You ↑
Oh but that was only the beginning had I known 2011 was gonna go the way it did, I woulda stayed locked up in my room all year in fear of what I was going to face.
Yet for all the hot tears that near burned holes in my pillow and the sleepless nights, I had moments of pure joy and bliss. Moments where I saw my dreams come true and my heart had peace and my soul knew bliss. Short (very short, I’m talking seconds even) lived but worthwhile.

2011 has been a breaking process experience. I lost what I consider everything. I lost love (twice), lost friends, lost hope, got heart broken and watched my dreams take off beautifully then crash and burn. As if that wasn’t enough, I landed a job I don’t like and missed out on a great internship opportunity. But in this year, 2011, I found something I treasure even more.
I found me.
I found me in Christ.
I began to look at me as the Father sees me. Seeing fully everything that I am, yes imperfections and all, yet seeing past that to see beauty untold. True, this sounds a tad bit cocky and vain, but the truth is, if God sees the good in us, who are we to deny??
Having found me is amazing!! Even more amazing though is the fact that God found me. In my broken and desperate state He found me. I was mad at God!!! So mad for how the year was going, mad that He didn’t wave his magic wand and fix everything, mad that He didn’t let things go my way. I played the victim.
Then one night, all that changed. I was dealt the ultimate blow, the kind that sends you crashing to the floor. My heart ached. I mean I felt physical pain. I cried like a mother for her child who never was. Such pain I had never known. And that night I knew no one and nothing could ease the pain or heal the hurt, no one. That night, there was no anger. It’s like my mind and heart understood, it was not God’s fault but only He could help. So I cried out to Him. I wept; hot loaded tears burned trails down my cheeks and holes into my pillow. I couldn’t even pray, so I lay in my bed, in the dark and uttered these words “I need You. Help me, please take the pain away.” Then I let the tears flow, and oh did they flow. For hours on end.
And then my Hero, He stepped in. He says in His word that the sacrifices of a broken spirit and a contrite heart He will not despise.

That was afew months ago…

It hasn’t been all rosy but the last 5 months have been the best I ever lived; yes, pain and all…because, God found me. Now I understand that God is a healer, friend, father, lover, protector, provider, teacher…now I know God to be everything; my everything.

Now He taught me about the breaking process, it was necessary, very necessary. He found me, I accepted Him as Lord. I found me in Him; my identity in Christ.
See I needed to go to the threshing floor; I needed to be separated from the chaff. But it didn’t stop there. Just like myrrh is crushed to produce its sweet scent, I needed to be brought under the grinding stone. And like the seed planted into the ground, I needed to die first in order to grow and produce fruit. Eleven months later and I have come to appreciate the breaking process. Would I do it again?? Umm… J well you see…but was it worth the pain? Absolutely!!!!
Now that 2011 is coming to a close, I have options to weigh and figure out which path to take. I assume we all do. I could decide to hold on to what was, sit in sack cloth and ash and mourn, because it seems easier to do just that. I could let fear and uncertainty paralyze. I mean following 2011 I certainly have the right to fear huh?? Or I could launch out, with faith as my guide, not knowing my future but ready to take whatever comes my way.

So I dare to trust, I dare trust God. Did He not say He makes all things new?? I know He don’t lie so I trust. He also told me to forget the former things!! So you know what?! I’mma do just that!! I won’t dwell on the “has beens” in my life. I lay my past to rest so that my future may live!
I will soar from here on out. Use every wind, wave and hurricane to rise. Rise above mediocrity and past habits. Rise and grow in my faith. Rise into maturity. No matter what comes my way, I will rise. The good book says all things work together for the good of those the Lord and are called according to His purpose. So from here on out I rise…
I will no longer ride on potential but will rise and let my God-given ambition lead.
Forgive me, but I leave behind anyone who drags me down. Yes, I refuse to get caught up in that kind of thing. I will no longer talk a good game but live a foul game. If you’re not gonna rise, if you won’t put your wings to use, be sure, I won’t carry you on my wings. Just like the eagle I will soar, I’m sure you’ve noticed they’re usually on their own.


That’s me…that’s my future. What about you?

I am still in the process of becoming so I embrace it I embrace my breaking process…the Potter broke me that He may mould me into perfection, I’m not perfect so I know I’ll be back but His grace is sufficient for me. I know my tribulation will bear fruit ~ Romans 5.

So I leave the threshing floor; I rise up from beneath the grinder’s stone…the breaking process that has been 2011.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Beautifully Flawed

Yes I am, Yes we are
Beautiful, flaws and all
Scars carved deep in our hearts
Some not so deep but they're still scars
Insecurities running deep within the very essence of our beings
Imperfection marks our every step
Questions plague our minds
Am I beautiful??
Am I good enough??
Can I actually do that??
Then our insecurities kick in almost on cue
"You're not good enough" the voice in our head says
"You couldn't keep him. Beauty you ask?? Really?!You ain't nothing!!"
Still louder the voice gets...
Worry sets in as our flaws are illuminated...or so we think
Memories flood our poor minds,
That guy who slept with you then up and left without so much as a goodbye
That girl <your supposed best friend> who stole your man from right under your nose

You suddenly notice how rough your skin is...you have such a bad temper...you've been hurt and so you push people away...it's you...you begin to blame you...your flaws now magnified...wishing you were someone else...suddenly, you are imperfection itself...

The walls begin to close in and panic sets in...but wait...

See we are beautiful, flaws and all.
I am beautiful...beautifully flawed.
We forget that our imperfections, yes the very things that make us feel inadequate,
Those imperfections are what make us unique and beautiful
It is the acceptance of ourselves, our flaws, that makes us beautiful
As we accept our flaws we begin to see the beauty within us
We become confident in who and what we are
We see the beauty in others as well
Looking beyond their flaws and right into their souls
Sometimes finding that those flaws are what make them beautiful.
Now we see with understanding...seeing as the Father sees us
Looking past our souls blackened with sin to see the beauty within
Yes you see even He loves us flaws and all

That temper that just can't be tamed suddenly so cute...as you watch her throw her tantrums
That scar on her right hand suddenly lovely to the eyes and pleasant to touch
That bald spot that set in early putting a smile in your face
That loud and obnoxious personality becoming the life of the party
Those insecurities revealing our tenderness
Those scars we bear, some etched deep in our souls a testimony of our strength
For you see...now the flaws are not so no more
Now beauty is what we see...just as the Father sees

You see you are beautiful, I am beautiful, we are beautiful
Crafted by the very hands of one so great words fail me to explain
Put together in secrecy then revealed like a gem
Yes even the most minute details He took time to create
And the end result
Fearful
Wonderful
Marvelous
You
Me
Us
We are beautiful, flaws and all
...Beautifully flawed...





Monday, August 8, 2011

...Desperate...Undeserving

So desperate yet so undeserving are we…
So desperately searching for that which will fill our souls,
That which will take away the sorrow and nurse our wounds,
That which having seen what and who we truly are,
Our ugly scars and deep dark secrets,
Our inadequacies,
Our baggage,
Our wounds,
Will accept us as we are
We desperately seek that which we cannot define…
We seek love…yet we are so undeserving
So undeserving of true love….
Yet strangely we remain oblivious to that which we truly need.
Buzzing around like a bee from flower to flower taking in all we can from each person
Yet, it still is not enough.
Confusing passion for love, spending nights in each others arms
Intertwined and locked
Thinking this will fill our empty souls,
The deep cry of our hearts to be loved…truly loved
So desperately seeking it yet still so undeserving
You see we’ve become so wrapped in what the world calls love,
We lost the true meaning of it
Now we equate passion to love
Forgetting that while love is passionate, passion is not love
We forget that ultimately, sex should be an expression of our love
Not the basis
That it is a gift from God
We abuse it thinking we know
We are thrown back and forth,
Our own hearts in dire need of this true love,
Lost in what we think we know
Not remembering that the heart of man is desperately wicked
So blindly we go on
Our search continues
Desperately searching yet so undeserving
The answer is etched deep in the earth’s foundations
Before all time
So as I run into yet another relationship, I miss out again
I miss out on true love…still desperate yet undeserving
Still hopelessly blind
Hoping this time I'm right...
God still standing on the side lines wondering when I’ll let Him have my heart...
Oh my heart...
My heart that is so bent on breaking every rule
My heart that is so given to wickedness
My heart that He gave His Son for
Yet I turn away
He stands waiting, When will I let Him take control??
Me not knowing that He has what I seek so desperately yet don’t deserve
True Love…
I hope one day I will realize.
So my quest continues, Still desperately seeking yet so undeserving…