The Order

Order? You say what is that? Well let’s look it up. Google.com states that order means

1. the arrangement or disposition of people or are things in relation to each other according to a particular sequence, pattern, or method.

and

2. an authoritative command, direction, or instruction

As I sit here thinking and writing I can’t help but reflect on how my life is when things are in order for instance, clothes are washed, folded and put away, my room is clean no clutter, my bed is made with no access stuff on it. I feel a since of peace inside like I can accomplish some others things that’s on the list because these few things are done!

But let me tell you when it is out of order, when I’m running out of bed rushing because I’m about to be late for work. Yelling at Pey (not exercising the fruit that God has given me so freely) as if it is her fault that I didn’t wake up earlier and have everything together the night before.

See God is a orderly God. He works in an “arrangement of people and things according to a particular sequence, method, or patten using direction, instruction, and His authoritative command to do so”. See God is sovereign He knew before He even spoke the universe into existence that we humans would need order to sustain life.

Whenever I fall short of keeping order in my life I reflect on the fact that if I just sit and Listen to God’s voice He will direct me on what to do and how to do it. Is it that simple? YES most of the time it is. When we’re not running after our own desires it is. When we’re searching for Him in everything it is.

Each of us has an area in our life were we can use more Order. Why not start with asking God where, when , and how now so that we can be perfected in Him.

Be Sweet 🍯

The Shift

I can’t deny the shift that has taken place in our world today. There’s anger, pain, fear, confusion, heartbreak and all kinds of other feeling because of George Floyd’s death. Can I be completely transparent with y’all. A few days after the murder of George. I was determined not to get engulfed into the situation. I wasn’t going to watch the video (I had already made up in my mind). I wasn’t going to read every post that was posted about the situation. I was going to stay as disconnected as I can simply so that I wouldn’t have to deal with the grief, the hurt, and the pain that comes with it all.

I was conflicted y’all! Between me needed to know and me not really wanting to. So on Friday after work my friend came and picked me up and we went to grab some food and ate in the car (because yes we’re still technically on restrictions due to covid19).

As we sat it the car I turned on the video and I watched it! My heart immediately BROKE like right there. It broke I couldn’t believe that the police the ones that suppose to be protecting us civilians allowed themselves to be so out of control that they killed another black man for NO apparent reason. I WAS SHOCKED. As this man called out for his mother, for water, for breath, they (four white officers) did nothing.

I couldn’t BELIEVE it!

Do we not matter to this society? This culture? This world?

I recognize with myself that I had shut off that area of my heart so that I wouldn’t get hurt by the many situations that have happened around the would. I had been out of touch with the reality of what’s been going on Amaud ? Breonna? Chris Cooper?

I didn’t know because I didn’t want to feel it … Also I’m not comfortable with jumping on the bandwagon of what’s trending (Black Lives Matter Movement). So I waited … watched… read… prayed …

The reality of being born black set in in my own home late last year when my daughter who goes to a predominantly white school said to me that she didn’t want to be chocolate anymore. Imagine teaching your daughter since she was born that being chocolate is beautiful and one day she comes home and tells you she doesn’t want to be it anymore.

Red flags went up immediately. She told me that two little girls in her class said her skin looked like doo doo. I was fuming, my 5 year old daughter had come face first with an act of racism. I wasn’t ready. How long have we been fighting this fight ?

Today people are protesting. For the lives of George Floyd and others whose lives have been taken away by the hands of injustice. Also for generations to come. Black lives do matters!

I stand with them!

RIP George Floyd

Praying for Peace, Change, and Unity.

How are you feeling during this time ?

Be SWEET 🍯