For Every Mountain....

Most often we walk around with scares of hurt like badges. We want people to see it, we want people to know someone hurt us, we’ve been dropped and we live in self pity. Hey been there done that probably have a few t-shirts to prove my visit, but let’s stop for a minute and reverse how we deal with hurt. Instead of looking at hurt like a fresh never healing wound let’s look at hurt as an opportunity for growth.

Let’s turn around, and let’s look at everyone that’s hurt us in the past. Mom, dad, family member, the supposed love of your life, the friend that was never supposed to drop you, the preacher that led a double life. Now just smile at them and wave and say “THANK YOU”. Thank you for dropping me not once but over and over again because each time you dropped me you showed me who was there to pick me up. You taught me who and what was worth having in my life, and when no one was around and you dropped me you gave me the will to fight my way back up.

The situation doesn't seem so bad now that it has been looked at an opportunity instead of a handicap now does it?

Enlarge my territory....

In life our goal is to progress. While progressing we obtain certain things to show our progression. As I sat around and thought one question that really hit me hard was "How can God enlarge your territory if you can't even take care of what you have now?". I looked around the pile of mess in my room and was embarrassed. Granted I've been pulling long hours at work it was not a reason for me not to put my shoes back up, straighten my closet out, and put my clothes back on the hanger. The worse part to it all every time I go into my closet I'm troubled with hmmmm what am I going to wear today. In the past couple of weeks I had to be taught that territory isn't just handed to me and that I have to show responsibility for what's already been given unto me. It's a hard adjustment I must say. As soon as come back from work it's easier to throw my clothes on my bed and say I'll hang it up in a few minutes, which turns into a few hours which eventually turns into a few days. So it started with me cleaning my room out, throwing away paper work that I didn't even need and putting my clothes back up on the hanger and putting it in my closet the same with my shoes. Again not an easy task....but I'm willing to do what it takes to enlarge what's been promised...and to show my responsibility...

The Prodigal

All of us at one point or another have heard the story of the prodigal son. As far as I was concerned it was always a story to me...never did I look into any deeper than that. Last year I went through a phase of "God why not me...I've been here waiting...asking...but it seems like you've skipped me over, and you gave it to the newbie" While driving one evening on 59 headed home probably still wondering why I got skipped over God kindly reminded me the story of the Prodigal Son. He told me Juby you're right you've been here, and you have been asking for things, but the the truth is the newbies went and sold everything they had, but now they are finally back and I'm just celebrating that. He then kindly reminded me what the son who never left still had. He still had his land....his rights...everything his father gave him, while the prodigal son who had the exact same thing went and lost it all. At that moment all I could do was laugh at my own foolishness and thank God for yet again opening my eyes to see things from his perspective.

So rejoice when your brother or sister comes back and if they seem to be getting a bit more attention that you just realize Dad's just happy to see them back, and you still have everything he has given you ;-)