Love Letter

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From the moment I met you it was love at first sight. I could remember the day and time you said you loved me. What a wonderful day that was. From then on the love would blossom. Not without test or struggle. Not without days of gloom, but love always prevailed.

It was spring and everything was inline with starting fresh. Having rested for so long I could now run without worry for your love would carry me. A love not only heard, but felt and even seen. A love intertwined with corrections and blessings.

You have been so good to me. I have never gone without provision. I have never gone without what was needed. You have supplied all my needs.

Trust is a must and love is its anchor. What have I to fear and be intimidated, when each day I have your ear? What a love so required and so dear to have you always near.

What Happens When We (For Real) Return to God

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The first thing that happens when you decide to give your life to Jesus is separation. If you are living with someone who is unsaved, you will notice tribulation. This tribulation will be the devils response to your decision. Do not engage in hate toward your neighbor, the devil is just bothering them to bother you. If this is a roommate situation, you will probably need your own place, if they refuse to get on board.

If you are married the admonition is to remain in such a situation, but you cannot hold your spouse if they decide to leave you. Let them go.

Keep in mind these things will naturally happen as you change from living unholy to living holy. Those living in sin will not want to be around you. Also, keep in mind, you are not preaching to people at this time about the sin in their life.

You are working on you and your relationship with Jesus. They will leave you, not because of your words, but because of your chaste lifestyle coupled with the fear of the Lord.

As you read the Bible and become obedient to all of it. You will start receiving convictions about things you never knew irritated God. He will start convicting you about many things. Conversations with people. God is so awesome he will even help you find a lost ID card. You will receive supernatural knowledge and God will begin to trust you with some of his power.

Keep in mind. You must stay walking in God. Like with any relationship you can lose this trust and be like Samson with your eyes put out. Stay in God and you will stay in power. The beauty of God is he does forgive, but whatever mess you created will often stay. God gave Samson his strength back, but not his eyesight.

The most defining thing you will learn of someone who has returned to God for real is their conversation on Facebook will be more, mostly, almost always, always about Jesus. Conversations about Thor, LeBron James, and others seem to loose there luster for more important and pertinent things that deal with eternal life.

After all, people are dying everyday and family members are falling away and you never know when your number will be called.

How many are at this stage or have already passed this? This is a rhetorical question, I already know by your Facebook posts.

Your Struggle Is Not With Me

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Have you ever read something that conflicted with your view? It was a struggle to read or hear it? You wondered if others were conflicted? Your body temperature rose with each passing word? Anyone passionate about anything will have this occur. The more you deal with multiple people the more this type of thing will occur. Is your struggle with the person or with God?

God has set eternity in the hearts of man, so that they cannot find out his works from beginning to end and yet many try. They pursue with all out force to find the exact day of Christ return. Making movies and reading ancient manuscripts and present day news articles to pinpoint this mysterious day, even though, the Scriptures declare no will ever know it, until it happens.

Are you among those seeking answers that God has said he will not answer? Are you still pursing things that God has declared sinful? Why?

It is a useless endeavor to struggle over words and meanings that have already been answered. Be satisfied with the answer. Seeking alternatives to answers given will only produce confusion.

God has set man and woman in the garden and told them to be fruitful and multiply. Man not satisfied with the answer decides to burn with lust toward another man producing confusion. Why?

God told man to train up a child in the way that they should go and not to spare the rod of correction to drive sin away from the child and yet man has decided to spare the rod and then wonder why their children grow up to be murderers and haters. Why?

God has said, let every man have his own wife and every woman have her own husband, but man not satisfied with the answer says, polygamy is fine. This behavior produces confused children who are unable to tell what makes sense and what does not. Why?

Any time God’s word is substituted for something God has given a clear answer to, confusion is coming.

Confusion is the smoke from the barrel of a gun that once it is cleared the only thing that’s left is destruction.

WHY I MARRIED A BLACK GUY

Disclaimer: It is obvious this story departs from my normal crying out, but I believe this story closes the book on the subject and could be applied across the board to all interracial relationships and relationships in general.

So let’s begin:

Yep. After nine years of blogging, I’m finally going to go there.

As most of you know, my husband Al is black. Actually I hate that word, but I’m going to use it this one time so just in case you’re new here, you’ll understand exactly what I mean. But Al’s actually just a human being, like me, who happens to have brown skin. We have two human children who happen to have skin closer to the color of mine. Around here, on the rare occasion that our skin comes up at all, which probably isn’t any more often than it does in your family, we talk about pink skin and brown skin. I’d toss out the currently-trendy, “In my family, we don’t see color,” but I just think that’s dumb. Of course we see color. We see color for exactly what it is: The qualities of light reflected off of things, or in this case, people.Boom, done.

And that’s how it’s always been between Al and me. The day I met him, I noticed he had brown skin. After that, he was just Al. And I’ve already written our love story(<— A word of caution: Some of the writing in these love story posts makes me want to burn down the internet), but I’ll nutshell it for purposes of this post: We worked together for years and then we became good friends and then much, much later, we fell in love and got married. I’ll never forget the day I emailed a close friend in the very early stages of our romantic relationship. “I think I’m going to date Al, do you think that’s a bad idea?” I typed. I was asking her the question because Al and I still worked for the same firm, but she thought I meant because he’s brown, and she answered, “I couldn’t do it, but if you can, I think it’ll be great.” That floored me. Honestly, and I am seriously telling you truth here, the brown thing hadn’t been any sort of road block for me. But it was the first thing my friend considered when she contemplated Al and me as a couple.

I realize now that I’m happily and visibly ensconced in an interracial marriage I’m naturally insulated and pretty much the last soul on earth to whom any polite person would ever feel comfortable making observations about why people with different skin end up together. So I can’t pretend to know anyone else’s current mind on this topic. (Thankfully, Al and I have only ever heard one overt expression of disapproval of our relationship, and that one was hurled at us from the back of a motorcycle as its rider flew past us at 65 miles an hour. As you can imagine, we were terribly disappointed to miss out on the opportunity buy that guy a cup of coffee and listen, enraptured, as he thoughtfully explained his own personal opinions and feelings about our marriage.) But before I met and married my husband, I’d heard many theories on why white women marry black men. So I thought, now that I’ve been married to Al for almost ten years, it might be interesting to share my own personal perspective and experiences as they pertain to the most common of those theories.

1. White women marry black men because they can’t get a white man to marry them.Gosh. Aside from pointing out that this theory implies a white woman somehow settles for less by marrying a black man and is overtly racist and wrong and doesn’t even deserve consideration, I’ll just say this: My first marriage and all of my other dating relationships, from mere flirtations to serious commitments/engagements (which I broke off) were with white men. Al is the first black man I ever dated, and not because I wouldn’t have dated black men — just because no other black men ever asked me out.  I wasn’t out to find a white man and couldn’t.   I was out to find the best man for me, and did.

2. White women marry black men because they know a black man will be grateful to a white woman who will marry him, and thus she’ll have most of the control in the relationship. Again, racism much? But that aside, if Al is any more grateful to me for marrying him than I am to him for marrying me and all of my messed-up crazy, he’s delusional. I know both of us well, and believe me, I got the far better end of this deal. I was keenly aware of that going into our marriage. (I’m a pretty shrewd negotiator.) And actually, one of the reasons that I married Al was because I knew he’d never let me get away with any of the ridiculous stuff other men had. I wanted an equal partner I could trust to neither try to dominate me nor let me dominate him. It’s not that I’ve been a controlling monster in any of my relationships, it’s just that I’d never been with a man who had Al’s quiet strength or instinct and ability to lead. His leadership lets me relax a bit, and I like relaxing.

3. White women marry black men because they’re more romantic than white men. I can’t say it’s because he’s black, but honestly, Al is the most romantic man I ever dated. I think it’s more likely because he was older and more mature than any of the men I’d dated prior to him and thus knew more and had a greater comfort level with expressing his feelings in words and actions. But also I think Al’s just always been genuinely interested and good at in making other people feel special and important. I’d seen this quality in him, one that made him stand out among everyone I knew, male or female, black, white or otherwise, long before romance entered the picture. I love Al’s romantic side, but I’d guess it’s a natural extension of that quality vs. linked to his ethnicity.

4. White women marry black men because black men have - ahem - certain anatomical advantages over white men in the bedroom. I suppose it’d be inappropriate to just shout “BOLOGNA!” and let that be it, huh? (Giggle.) I probably don’t have enough data points on my grid, so to speak, to either confirm or deny this theory, but I can assure you that I wouldn’tmarry a man solely because he had a great big data point. I’m much more into Al’s ginormous brain and heart. He also has a freakishly large smile, and that thing? Makes my toes curl with pleasure.

5. White women marry black men because they’re more attracted to black men/think black men are better looking than white men. Okay. Have you seen Al? He’s gorgeous. I love his dark eyes and his amazing smooth, velvety brown skin and even his perfectly round, sleek, nearly-clean-shaven head (yes!). The guy is smokin’. And for purposes of illustration only, I also think Denzel is very easy on the eyes, and Blair Underwood makes my teeth sweat a little, as does Will Smith (especially in Hitch). But dude. George Clooney? Adam Levine? SHERLOCK (the Benedict Cumberbatch one)? Yeah, white guys are nice, too. (Not that I’m looking, and if Al asks you, I think Bruno Mars is hideous, okay?)

6. White women marry black men to rebel and/or make a social statement. I can’t deny that I value the message my family sends to people who see us and know us about progress and equality, love and acceptance. And I pray that Al and I and other couples like us just showing up, bold and together, in this generation, will bring more and more freedom to our kids and their kids to espouse wide-open views of what love and commitment can look like for them. But true social change activists, we are not.  In the truest sense of the phrase, we’re lovers, not fighters. And at 41 and 36, we’d both wrapped up the rebellious phases of our lives a decade before we said our vows. We got married in a quest for peace, not conflict.

To read the rest click here: So why did I marry a black guy?

TOTAL SURRENDER

I simply put off the flesh by immersing myself in the things of God. I minimize my exposure to the dangers of the computer, ungodly programs on television, phone applications, magazines, video games, and certain friendships and stores. I know that my outside temptations are one dimension and dealing with internal temptations is another. So the first thing I do in the morning is shut myself in the room with my computer and listen to Christian worship music. I listen until I am only thinking about God and the things he has done for me. I listen until all is quiet in my mind and I am able to focus on my word. Then I begin reading scripture. I keep reading until I literally start praying and then after prayer I meditate on the things read and prayed.

I seek to change things that are revealed to me in prayer and scripture reading. It may be gossip has entered my conversation.  I am literally speaking too much and the inevitable gossip arises, because I do not have that much to say and sometimes I talk a lot. So I ask the Lord to forgive me and identify this pattern in my life and God convicts me in my conversation if I am going down the path of gossip. Gossip is now put off and now I seek to put off more things. I do this, with all that is revealed, because I love God, I humble myself to his authority and simply stop. It works wonders because more and more people trust me with their words as they will not hear them from someone else. I have put off a conversation that is ungodly and now have put on a conversation which is that of God’s gospel. I move in this manner from one issue to the next in hopes that while I preach unto others I myself will not be a castaway (1 Corinthians 9:27).

Pastor of Woman Charged With Drowning Son: ‘Only God Knows What Went On

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The pastor of a woman accused of murdering her 3-year-old son and the attempted murder of her 6-year-old son is speaking out about his views of the family and asking people not to judge but to pray.

Laurel Michelle Schlemmer of McCandless, Pennsylvania faces charges of homicide and attempted homicide after trying to drown her sons in the bathtub.

Rev. Bob Shull, the pastor who officiated the Schlemmer’s wedding, said that Laurel and Mark “were a wonderful couple, strong Christians. There were no signs of any of this. Only God knows exactly what went on,” he told TribLive

When you look at the response of the Rev/Pastor it makes sense why the church stays racist, unclean, full of hypocrites and haters. Judgment begins in the house of God. Where else does one get clean? At the club?

Watch out for pastors who call people strong Christians that are not. Where is his discernment? Where is his knowledge of the scriptures? Did not Paul judge? Did not Jesus judge?

Watch out for the Jedi mind trick. This word judging is often used as a Jedi mind trick.

You may have seen the planet fitness “No Judgment Zone” at the same time judging fit women.

In terms of the church those within are judged. The adulterer and fornicator outside the church God will judge. Why do you think these actions come with diseases? Coincidence? I think not.

Pastors need to really start loving the people they are called to serve and quit the fear game. It is not a good look.