The Difference Maker.

Something massive has been a weight on my heart. How we receive and perceive the ways of the Lord. It's real! Like oh I got a problem, God will take control. It's not that easy when the problem gets bigger and consistent. The problem only becomes another problem on top of the first problem you already had. It's so real. The last month have been real for me. The struggle to love, to follow, to remain faithful (to Christ), and continue to trust him has been a non-stop BATTLE ! It's been such an unfair  BATTLE.  The kind where the opponent has a machete and I got a blow up sword. The Battle against the enemy has been one filled with:                 You can't achieve                 You won't                 You aren't The story of my life seems to have a close comparison to the story of Job. A man who lives an innocent life with a wife and children....

Becoming a planter and having a green thumb isn't something easy to do. I remember house sitting for a family last year. They said that there is a garden that I need to water twice a day, especially, the greens that they worked so hard. The commitment to house sitting that I strive to be was a very hands on learning experience. Every morning before the sun peaks, you need to water the plants or else the leaves on the vegetables would burn. To be honest, the first day I failed to water them by noon, and later on that evening the tips of the vegatable leaves were light - colored brown.... NO! NO! I didn't kill the plants but obviously I didn't water the garden correctly. Lesson learned. The next day I got it right. I watered the plants on time and so on and so on through the entire week. I did good. Food for thought [punny ] This reminds me of how Jesus tells a parable of the farmer sowing seeds. The way he places his seeds in the paths and on the rockys and on good so...

There's nothing greater than learning to ride a bike - now maybe graduating Highschool or college, meeting your soulmate, or putting on your onyx ring, or purchasing your first car, or owning your first home. Those things could be better than riding a bike but to a child. Learning to ride a bike is probably the most gratifying thing ever in this world. I was about 5 or 6 when I learned how to ride a bike. White bike with pink details on the front and the seat with those sparkly tassels on the ends. My bike also had training wheels. One on each side! I remember riding that bike like a pro! However, I mist give credit where credit is due, Thank God for training wheels, Amen! Without them my balance would have been completely off and riding down the sidewalk would be nearly impossible. That moment when you are extremely good (or decent in my case) at riding a bike with training wheels and when those things come off, instantly we graduate into big kid world. We can handle it! That...

I remember Junior year of Highschool deciding I wanted to run track. That's funny because I thought I was going to be a track star one day, I thought I had speed and I can keep up with all the other girls on the team. One day for practice, we had run 300 meter dash. (The only thing I truly enjoyed about track was running those corners/curves, boy you couldn't tell me I wasn't a true track star) in reality I was terrified of track, especially the meets, I was a hurdle jumper and the day of the meets I would have serve panic attacks and say I couldn't do it. However, as soon as I would hear the gun fire, I would take off running!  Now that I ran off on a tangent. Back to the hot day of track practice. Oh my, it had be 85 to 90 degrees outside that day. And well I decided to wear a hoodie and spandex for practice. I remember our coach was being intense on practice that day. Man, I wanted the coach to be proud! That wasn't the case. I remember running a 300 dash fo...