Often people take meds, go through costly surgeries and unfortunately commit suicide trying to avoid the reality of imperfection, but there is no need. If they knew God’s plan then maybe they could find rest in being who they are.
No, one is perfect and there is no reason why anyone should feel obligated to be perfect. Apostle Paul wrote,” Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.” Philippians 3:12,
Paul understood no one would ever become perfect on earth but those who are in Christ Jesus will be perfected in heaven. Believers are charged however to press toward that mark which could interpret; believers are to keep growing spiritually while “Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ”. Philippians 1:6
In a few weeks many people will be celebrating Easter; a time that Christians have chosen to celebrate the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Many will buy new clothes and shoes, many will have family gatherings and some will be at work. Wherever you’re at my prayer is that every creation acknowledges that Easter is not about bunnies and chocolate, it’s not about clothes and fashion but it’s about a man name Jesus who was born of a virgin, a man who had no sin, a man who loves all creation to the point that those with wicked hearts can ask for forgives and He will forgive them. He is a man that was born to die for the sin of the world that whoever believes in Him shall be with Him in eternity.
Many people think of, Good Friday, as another good day as well because they will not be working. I pray that on that day many realize that Jesus worked overtime that Friday. That is the day the beatings began as He made His way to the cross. Jesus took those beating because He knew by His stripes we would be healed. So, enjoy and have fun but don’t forget to tell somebody, Jesus paid for it!
This morning, as I looked out the same window that I look out of every day-- I noticed how the leaves have beautifully turned orange and yellow.
As I gazed at the beauty of those leaves, I thought, why haven’t I noticed this before --maybe because in the busyness of my day, I forgot to notice the beauty of the day;
I remember thinking that I said to myself --The colors blend as though an artist painted it; but the Holy Spirit spoke and said, “An artist did paint it and His name is God”
The Spirit of God then remind me of what Apostle Paul wrote; “ Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy-meditate on these things. The things which you learned and receive and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you.” Philippians 4:8 -9
Have you ever been in slump? Does your life seem to be going in a revolving motion? You want to get out of the circle but you don’t know how or you know how but you don’t have the means. What do you do?
My name is Angelus Elizabeth Martin, known by friends and family as ‘Angie’. I am a single mother of two handsome boys, A’Nore, age 10 and Adonis, age 5. In August 2012, while conducting a self-breast exam, I discovered a small, hard lump, about the size of a nickel, on my left breast. It didn’t cause me any discomfort, but I did notice that the skin in that area was red. Because I’ve never had any serious health issues, I disregarded the lump, thinking it was a bug bite.
When I was young, I enjoyed watching the wash machine agitate. I am not sure if I was curious about how the machine worked or if I wanted to see those dirty clothes come clean like magic. I remember one day after the wash machine finished its cycles my mother unload the clothes so she can hang them on the line to dry. To my disadvantage I had left something in my pocket and it affected the other clothing. Being close enough to my mother I could see the disappointment on her face as she observed the unexpected. I remember thinking how hard my mother worked after my father died and how much of a disappointment this was for her. She didn’t fuss too much because she saw the hurt on my face.