When Words Pierce Our Armor And Hurt Like Hell

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When Words Pierce Our Armor And Hurt Like Hell

Are You Prepared For Battle?  The Enemy Is! 

Manic Explosion vs. Armor of God, Part One!

If recovering from a fierce infection that attacked the heart’s chamber with erratic arrhythmia wasn’t jolting enough, the deep lacerations from daggers of hate and rage that accompanied a manic explosion would.  Who plans an attack on others while they’re in the hospital?  The enemy does, especially when your relationship with Jesus exposes their lies.

Family and friends are usually a great source for consolation and encouragement during traumatic times, but words from a meticulously planned attack were intended to take me out.  Patients are vulnerable to many infections during hospitalizations.  When random attacks from a family member announced their concern by delivering calibrated electrical shocks more powerful than any defibrillator left me stunned and infected. 

The explosion of this manic shrapnel left me bewildered and injured.  The slamming words of hate and bitterness increased the pressure of infection that laid beneath the sutures holding the weak and tattered heart together.  Hurt people hurt people; we all know that.  But how does a beloved swim against the current in a raging storm when the flaming arrows of the enemy refuse to cease?

Why is it people use the word “love” as a means to exercise control and manipulation?  God calls love an action, not a feeling or means for abuse.  When people are trying to keep the fuel lines of anger going while we work ever so hard to bring peace and forgiveness, they become desperate and exaggerate our imperfections to keep the truth from being exposed.  But when the offensive armor of our sword is sharpened, the injury afflicted willBlameless Forgiveness Even When It Hurts sting, but life-giving courage offers us to see clearly through all the bloodshed, carnage and death.

Her words pierced as she vomited words of rejection.  Her own shame caused from humiliation that the exposure of truths and confrontation delivered left her pride to declare “Done.”  I was shocked that she would choose my second hospitalization to download her shame and guilt.  Maybe it’s because her absence is normally the rule and she needed justification, I don’t know.  This time something was different.  So different that even my own reaction shocked me.

I used to run after unhealthy love and relationships.  I would do anything (understatement, hello!) to receive this conditional love of abuse in order to be affirmed and belong.  Everyone wants to be acknowledged and loved, but that longing becomes intense when we’ve been orphaned.  The cravings can be insatious when we are depleted of the affections that the covering of love is supposed to offer.  Abandonment and rejection can lead us down a path that is dangerously unhealthy.

Even though I may be orphaned, the love of my good, good Father in heaven has adopted me and claimed me as His own.  He has poured so much love over and through my heart, soul, body and mind as He relentlessly pursues me, His love has captured me and brought healing.  My relationship with my daddy enables me to keep my sword sharpened so that when the enemy attacks at the most inopportune time, and we’re talking here about a slivering and sneaky enemy who moves about lurking for someone to ambush (like in the hospital), we can raise our shields of faith to withstand these flaming arrows.

Oh sure, the words stated hurt.  I cried a bit in the hospital in order to release enough of this toxicity from further damaging my heart, but between the love, touch and prayers offered from fabulous friends, I was able to keep self-controlled long enough until I got home.  Then once I got home, I cried me a Noah’s Flood as I tried to process and understand this affliction that erupted from an emotional plague.  Some things are better left unknown.

So what are we supposed to do when others have manic episodes exposing their true bleeding hearts?  Yes, we are to forgive them, no doubt; but how do we get to that point where we’re able to forgive?  That forgiveness doesn’t necessarily mean we will continue to engage in a relationship with them, but how can we become free from the toxicity that was poured out?

For me, that required surrendered time in prayer while being immersed in God’s Word to understand this pain.  God blessed me with an amazing bestie who knows my heart and celebrates my life through the good, bad and ugly.  This allowed me to be vulnerable Blameless Crown Tiarra 7without fear of judgment in order to process through the pain while receiving comfort and peace. 

I didn’t have to spend weeks or even months reliving this trauma in trying to understand how cold and bitter another beloved’s heart was through hurtful words and why they were spewed out.  Trying to tarnish another beloved’s character only exposes your own depth of rage and bitterness.  That energy and focus stays on who God says I am, His Treasured Daughter.

Every day as I am overcoming, I am becoming more and more like Him.  Pain is inevitable, sadly.  I am learning to be true to myself, react with love and continue sojourning this side of heaven without the lingering effects of pain caused by others.

You see, I am trying to embrace the fact that I am a Beautiful Beloved chosen and pursued by the Lord God Almighty, just like you!  God is the one who holds the key to my heart.  Nobody can strip me of my identity and worth; not family or ex-husbands.  They didn’t give me my identity to begin with so why would anyone feel that they could actually take it away, especially through threat and coercion?  They may try as they are crafty, but the more I know and love my good, good father and the more I realize how much He truly loves me just the way I am, their daggers and threats cannot penetrate my armor.

Because we are loved by our amazing father, nobody can take away our acceptance.  Nobody can take away our love that is freely given.  Nobody can take away our identity.  Why?  Because it was never theirs to give us in the first place.  That love is given by our Lord and no one else.  That’s what He did for you and me.  We are unconditionally loved by Him.  That’s what He does, He gives.  He doesn’t demand we conform to His way or the highway, He loves us just the way we are!

You know, it’s not about what our family did or does, nor what our friends do or did.  We need to remember where to place our focus and receive our affections.  It’s about what God did for us.  If we can just remember that it’s about what God did for us, we won’t concentrate on the afflictions that others cast upon us.  We will live bravely knowing we are the Bride of Christ and have royal blood running through our veins while being unconditionally loved.

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Be A Warrior, Not A Worrier! Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

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Be A Warrior, Not A Worrier!

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

John 14:27

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

Hi Beautiful!  I hope you received the many prayers I offered up last week asking our Lord to cover you with undeniable peace and joy.  After all, that is the Holy Spirit’s work in our lives.  If you’re peaceful and full of joy, that just radiates His glory.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

How do we go about our daily lives claiming this peace that Jesus offers us in John 14:27?  First of all, I pondered this a lot in the hospital.  I don’t know about you, but when I’m fretting and worrying about things I need to do and fix, like when we’re in the hospital, my focus leaves abiding in the comfort and strength of my faith and the Lord’s grace and promises.  Instead it binds and holds me captive and restrained, wrapped up and spun tightly in the torment of worry.

I personally have to remember David’s proclamation in Psalm 18 that God promises to give us strength to meet these challenges that threaten our peace so we can walk through them victoriously instead of focusing on the wished-upon elimination.  This is where we get tripped up and frustrated, expecting them to be eliminated.  How else are we going to grow?  “You armed me with strength for battle (Psalm 18:39).” 

The Lord arms us with His strength by equipping us with the Armor of God (Ephesians 6:13-18).  He does not want His beloveds discouraged and defeated.  There are two major pieces I don’t dare leave my bed without putting on every day after prayer.  Prayer is the upmost vital connection and instrument that activates the other pieces.

The first piece is the breastplate of  righteousness.  This breastplate protects our heart which is the very seat of our emotions, you know, our self-worth and trust.  And secondly, our shields of faith protects us from the enemy’s flaming arrows that come in the form of insults, temptations, or even setbacks.  This helps us see and move beyond our circumstances knowing that victory is ours for the taking.

Our lives are full of battles, filled with stresses and anxieties.  The Lord knows this; that’s why He gently nudges our hearts and invites us to open up His Word and engage in a relationship with Him.  His desire is to cover us with His Great Love that equips us with the courage to boldly walk through our battles.  How can we trust Him if we don’t take the time to get to know Him?  Talk about Love that transforms us into Warriors, not Worriers!

God reassures us that these battles are against the powers of this world, the enemy, which are led solely to disrupt and create barriers that cause doubts against the love of our Lord, but how He desires to help bring peace to our weary souls. 

He gave us Matthew 6 which caters to worry and anxiety.  He created the mind and knows how powerful the forces are that control it; worry and anxiety.  He offers help, but we have to take action by getting to know Him.  That requires engaging in a conversation for guidance called prayer.

God gave us courage-infusing and peace-giving passages that all faith walkers need to boldly proclaim warrior status.  For instance, Proverbs 12:25 proclaims the obvious, “An anxious heart weights a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.”  1 Peter 5:7 reminds us, “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” 

When we carry all our worries and struggles by ourselves, it relates that we have not trusted God with our lives.  Letting God have our worries empowers us to not be distracted.  This opens the door of our heart to receive the peace that He promises, thereby positioning our hearts and minds to hear directly from Him.  This way we learn to overcome as we become more like Him.

I don’t know about you, but I become weakened when I suffer; and when I suffer, I fret and worry and find myself parked in the wrong hood, you know, the bad neighborhood of our mind.  Emotional attacks do far more damage to me than removing any vital organ.  These emotional fears usher in worry and anxiety that rob me of my peace, hinders hearing my Lord’s voice, and zaps me of the strength that being a warrior offers.  Sound familiar?

Weekly Challenge:  Overcome anxieties and worry this week by spending some time each day, ten minutes or more, engaging with the Word and getting to know our amazing Lord.  This way we can learn to trust Him as we become equipped with His graces in order to be a warrior, not a worrier! 

Everyone has at least ten minutes to devote daily.  This way you will find yourself with more time to dance gracefully because you cast all your cares and anxieties on Him and it enables your beautiful mind to peacefully and freely waltz.

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Thank You For Allowing Me To Be Daddy’s Little Girl For Just A Little While Longer!

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Thank You For Being Such A Great Father!

Happy Father’s Day

Thank You for allowing me to be Daddy’s Little Girl for just a little while longer!

Simple words really…  “Thank you for being such a great Father!”  If they are so simple, then why did hearing those eight simple words take my breath away as it tore into and exposed the deep recesses of my bleeding heart?  How could the innocence and the purity of gratitude produce such intensity and fervor?

As we huddled together in prayer and reflection before setting out to love on the less fortunate, we generally tried to conclude each prayer with praise and gratitude for our own daily provision.  The beautiful and genuine words spoken from a full heart could have easily been overlooked had I not been still and present in the moment. 

Repeating the words that the tender heart spoke with passionate praises and gratitude to God were gentle whispers of “Thank you for being such a great father.”  As I absorbed and digested every consonant and vowel from these simple words flowing from a pure heart, I dropped to my knees into a puddle of tears that developed due to my convicted heart.  

Blameless Daddy SafeAs I fell to my knees in total awe and adoration while pondering this Great Love of the Father that had sheltered me the whole time as I sought refuge by clinging ever-so-tightly to, I wondered when, if ever, I actually conceived or even truly grasped the concept that God was my daddy, my protector, my redeemer; the father I had always craved for, much less thanked and appreciated for being such a great father.  Have I taken His Love for granted without truly realizing what all He’s done for me and what all it cost Him?  That actual awareness flooded my heart and dropped me to my knees!

If we dare to admit honestly, we often take God for granted and push away His blessings.  While that may be true, God nonetheless is always there for us.  He listens to our needless complaints and every whimper while capturing all our tears and holding them as precious in a bottle (Psalm 56:8).  He always walks alongside of us while holding our hand, reassuring us not to be afraid (Isaiah 41:10-13).  He promises to never leave us (Deuteronomy 31:8) and never will; and He gently caresses and strokes our faces while comforting us with affirmations and reassuring value of “I love you just the way you are.” 

So why would a tender heart so loved and acknowledged, one who is always hanging onto those strong and powerful legs ever-so-tightly, not realize that God is the perfect father to the fatherless (Psalm 68:5-6)?  Does this mean I took His role for granted through assumption, which we all do at times, or is it because I have always believed I needed to behave or perform a certain way in order to receive His love and, therefore, became too exhausted to just encounter this Great Love affair that is freely offered to anyone who asks and dares to receive?

These simplistic, yet powerful, words evoked such a posture from a girl who has suffered great loss like so many tender hearts today who mourn the loss of a father’s love without the realization of how loved she really is!  Coming from a girl who loves to sing praises to the Lord constantly because of His overflowing joy, I am giddy as I now skip along in life and travel with the Lord as He gently leads and romances my every fiber.  What a love affair!  I love to praise Him for all His wonderful gifts, but thanking him for being such a great father? 

Wow…  It hit me.  God is my daddy.  God’s Love is so amazing and fulfilling, I hadn’t realized my tight grip had become loosened and I was now enjoying the father/daughter waltz with God leading the orchestration and my joy could no longer be contained due to gratitude (Colossians 2:6-7).

As much as I care to admit, I almost feel as if this adoration for God, through vocalization or church attendance, becomes lip service almost at times and not from the heart that Matthew 15:8 talks about.  I mean, if we truly perceived His majesty and His power and His Shekinah glory, our attitudes and mindsets would be so different, so innocent and childlike, so full of awe that we would earnestly seek out that precious time to bow before Him in deep reverence and appreciate life and all its trials and tribulations with grace and dignity.  We would approach life without fear and love more and judge less!  How we take God’s sovereignty lightly and our inheritance for granted!  God owes us nothing; yet gave us His only son to suffer a horrendous death on the cross at Calvary so we could be reconciled to Him (1 John 4).  Now that’s love!!!

If that isn’t enough in and of itself to say thank you for being such a great father, I don’t know what is.  What father (or person) exists 24 hours a day with a belt full of power tools just waiting for us to call upon Him for help?  God loves to help us; if only we would allow Him the opportunity to have Blameless Daddy Pinksome room to fix all of our problems before we decide to intervene because we know it all (don’t we wish!) or we’re too impatient and take over by becoming that contractor or doctor who botches things up and causes more problems due to our own services rendered.

You see, He has to tap into the artery to pull out the hurt to enable the healing process to begin while occupying the spaces with new life and vitality that once were broken and filled with disease (pain)!  This was major heart surgery that could only be accomplished by the Great Physician with a drill bit six feet in length (well, I’m 5’10”, close enough ). 

We can’t give up on God and His timing, He slowly and magnificently brings healing during the transformation process, but only when we become fully surrendered and ready to receive.  How easy it is to sit back and bask in His amazing love and omnipresence, but never grasp how wide and deep His love truly is (Ephesians 3:17-19).  His love surpasses all knowledge and wisdom.

Being depleted of the Father’s love creates deep wounds that oftentimes develops into depression, addictions, isolation and, sadly, suicidal tendencies.  I became depressed as a teenager and my depression became severe enough that I attempted to take my own life by driving myself off of a cliff over 37 years ago, all due to the fact that I wanted to be loved and feel loved. You can read about that suicide attempt here.

I know you’re scared and how you want to be loved.  I also know how easy it is to numb that pain through drugs, alcohol, food, work and even isolation.  It hurts!  God wants in, He’s tugging on your heart right now saying, “Let me in, Beautiful Beloved.  Let’s waltz together!  I love you just the way you are.  You don’t need to do a thing except receive my love by believing.  My love is patient, my love is kind, my love does not easily anger and it keeps no record of your mistakes or perceived failures (1 Corinthians 13).  Get to know me!  Receive it; it is free!  I love you, child of mine!”  That’s the definition of a Good, Good Father!

Let’s embrace this Great Love of our Heavenly Father.  We’re not only safe and secure snuggled up next to our daddy, but we know He loves us just the way we are and there’s nothing we can do to change or lose that Love.  That comfort and reassurance should give us the confidence knowing we don’t have to conform to others’ leading, we don’t have to look a certain way, we’re allowed to voice our feelings and thoughts, and we are loved just the way we are!!!  Now, that’s love worth pursuing and it’s unconditional!

What are you waiting for; He is waiting for you with open arms and a six-foot-long drill bit!

Let’s allow these simple words, “Thank you for being such a great father,” to be on our lips and in our hearts as we pour out our praises and tap into His Great Love by letting Him take the lead in our dance as we waltz together!

Until next time…

Happy Father’s Day, Papa God; and to every Father!

 

 

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Thank You Sutter Roseville Hospital For Hiring Radiating Nurses

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Thank You Sutter Roseville Hospital For Hiring Radiating Nurses

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

Hi Beautiful!  I pray you’re having a blessed week so far filled with all the love and strength you need to sojourn gracefully while waltzing this side of heaven.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

This past week required tapping into my own reserve tank for resources that can only be found in the depth of my soul.  No sooner than I clicked “publish” on last week’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays challenge, I found myself in the hospital requiring emergency services that no one is ever prepared to deal with.

When one resents provisional occupancy at any hospital, had it not been for the expertise and call of Dr. Attarwala, along with my beautiful emergency room physician, Dr. Anna Nguyen, and my remarkably hard-working, never-stopping R.N., Mr. Noah himself, who even tolerated my Noah’s Flood, I would not have graciously accepted reality that wheeled me up to my new home on the cardiology floor.

Who would have known my new home would be equipped with even more amazing RNs, like Ethan and Renee, who kept me comfortable and medicated; their beautiful assistants, like Kanesha and Rita; the many LVNs; the heartwarming dietary clinician who served me special plates of veggies that induced me to finally start eating after four days; and the many housecleaning beloveds who catered to my constant upkeep.

My joy would have been robbed had it not been for all y’all.  I went through these deep waters victoriously because you helped me stay afloat and not drown during this raging river of difficulty.  Please take to heart, you are God’s hands and feet.  I noticed how exhausted you were with the relentless alarm of the monitors; how you gave up your break because you didn’t want to leNurse's Prayerave my care; the chaotic crisis that left you unable to empty your bladder; the unpredictable state of my vitals that left you bewildered and feeling inadequate; the grace exhibited when having to share bad news which was reciprocated with anger and piercing vocals; the sound of your growling stomach while others complained how time-consuming it was when you had to gown up and off each time you entered my room.

There I was laying on my gurney in complete silence, afraid of each breath as I faced the fear of the unknown.  As I contended with the physical pain, you sat down next to me reassuring me with words of comfort and warmth as you held my cold hand saying, “I’m so sorry.”  Your compassion and your love ushered me into the presence of my Lord as I met face to face with my faith.  This stilled the tears and replaced it with joy.  It also replaced my fears with peace and strength, and it turned the physical pain into laughter.

Caring for one is called love; but caring for hundreds, that’s nursing!

Tonight I took the opportunity with an exhausted mind to embrace being still as I inhaled every bit of the picturesque view of heaven that was being painted and awaiting my arrival.  My heart and soul rejoiced as I witnessed a soothing and vibrant sunset.  This just reaffirmed that there is beauty and solace right before our very eyes during the dark times, but it requires trust and courage to open up and peek through the lens of Love Himself while allowing God to display His majestic glory.

Sadly, registered nurses hear more grumblings and complaints than hearing words of praise and appreciation from less-than-wonderful patients, situations, and demanding job duties.  Yet, they still find the grace to showcase genuine concern for patients and their family members. 

This led me to want to dedicate this week’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays to all the amazing RNs, Radiating Nurses, who give so much more than dedication and expertise to take care of their patients.

Thank you for radiating light in darkness which helps patients hang onto all hope!  When we’re in the hospital, we’re completely exposed with nowhere to run and hide and that becomes frightening.  And when the lenses of our journeys look bleak, we oftentimes take for granted the beauty that God orchestrates to sprinkle the love and pour hope into our situations that we need to bravely navigate through all the debris!

R.N.s Equal Radiating Nurses

Radiating Nurses not only care for their patients, but they share the gift of comfort and grieve right alongside of us.  They offer hope when they question treatment and interject Blameless Nurses Prayeroftentimes by being our advocates.  They bring peace during the chaos, and they extend a healing touch just when it is needed.  They are gifts and the vessels God utilizes as conduits in being His hands and feet; so let’s tell them thank you for their service.

Weekly challenge:  Let’s thank all the Radiating Nurses we cross paths with by either writing out words of gratitude and encouragement through letters or cards (better yet, tell their shift supervisor), offer tokens of love by handing them flowers and sharing how they brightened up our day, offer them prayers and praise, gift card, hugs, or even Sutter’s highest reward, nominate them for a Sutter Star for their service and performance.  Simple and random acts of kindness and appreciation go a long way!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Where Is The Love? Cardboard Stories! Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

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Where Is The Love? 

Cardboard Stories!

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

Hi Beautiful!  I pray you were able to sense the unique stories that every Cardboard Story related.  Even as I write this, my heart is so heavily burdened.  This sense of loss is clouding over how I generally start these Tammy Tangent Tuesdays.  Tears just pour down my face hearing the testimonies of each individual beloved.  Homelessness is real and more predominant than most people even dare to understand.

I have walked the trails personally and frequently.  I have ministered to these tender hearts.  I have clothed, broken bread with (eaten together while listening), even given temporary shelter and employment to some of the homeless.  It’s heartbreaking.  I can even identify with most of these precious loved ones and their stories.

I may not speak four languages, nor have I built robots, or received a scholarship to play baseball; but I have lost it all and started over.  I have a son who courageously battles life with epilepsy.  I was a single mom working two jobs not knowing if it was going to be enough to keep a roof over our heads, and my sons and I escaped a violent environment. 

I understand their pain and their sense of loss and desperation.  And let me share, without embracing the hands and feet of God, I probably would have ended up like the many beloveds who are finding themselves homeless and without hope.

Where’s the Love?  If God created His Beautiful Beloveds to glorify Him, how does one look at society with all the tragedy and loss surrounding so many beloveds and see love and grace being extended?

You know, I don’t know.  It breaks my heart.  I’ve suffered greatly myself, but I also have encountered the hands of God reaching down to help me back up.  He’s a gracious God, slow to anger not wanting anyone to perish, and that’s where we get to be His vessels by being the hands and feet of God to those who are in need.  What an honor!

A picture speaks a thousand words.  Nothing needs to be said further.  There’s a lot of homeless beloveds in our communities today, working and not working.  When I shared last week that I was hearing and witnessing a lot of beat-up beloveds who needed a lot of Love, His Great Love, to be poured into and have their souls nourished with support and encouragement, I was not talking about these beloveds whose stories are written on cardboard boxes.

Since being the hands and feet of God can and should be relatively easy, especially with the many gifts the Lord has blessed each of us with, why are we allowing this epidemic of homeless beloveds to continue?  It’s not going to go away; it’s common life now.  We all can make a difference.  As Mother Teresa said, “If you cannot feed a hundred people, then feed just one.” 

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For those of you that missed my last homeless couple updates, Tammy and Dave are now in their respective three-month programs with CARE.  They did get split up, but it’s a small sacrifice to pay to get back on their feet.  They taught me a lot about how limited resources are for those without under-age children.  We need more resources to bridge the gap between church and state.

Tammy and Dave are one of a few homeless couples that I have fallen in love with, ate meals together, loved on, temporarily employed and put in a hotel while ministering to them as best as I could.  One person can make a huge difference.  One life at a time!

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Weekly Challenge:  I know most of us can’t afford to feed a hundred people, but this weekly challenge is to buy a prepared meal or two, a bagged lunch with extra milk (milk is a great source of protein and calcium that they desperately need), and hand it to a homeless person with a little tag or handwritten note just saying, “You are not forgotten.  I will pray for your protection.  There is hope!”  It is such a small token, but one that is greatly needed.

Please take a few minutes and look them in the eyes and smile.  They are not to be feared, but loved on.  They are just so full of shame, that is why they struggle with making eye contact and look down.  I’m sure you can appreciate that.

I pray the Lord will open your eyes to the many beloveds who are homeless and in need; and that you become blessed as you minister to the less fortunate being God’s hands and feet to those who need to be touched by His Great Love! 

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

How Does One Go From This To… Clearance Rack?

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How Does One Go From This To…

Clearance Rack?

When You’re Rejected, Returned, Refused & Recluse!

Rejected?  Returned?  Refused?  Now I’m going Recluse!  Or at least I want to.  I understand why so many tender hearts isolate and go at it alone.

Do you ever feel like the words and opinions of others portray a mental depiction that you thought was developed from your own insecurities being illuminated or hanging out in the wrong neighborhood again? 

Here you are, unbeknownst to you, an infamous motion picture star of a 3D finale.  You’re hanging on a clearance rack for all to see marked down.  Returned and Refused!  Examining you at every angle, nausea sets in due to the lingering stench of their dragon’s breath.  They’re that close.  It makes you want to projectile for many reasons. 

After their relentless review of every imperfection at the cost of each bad angle and exaggeration, they chuckle while announcing the attached “clearance” price tag regarding your worth and value is now stamped “zilch.”  Rejection at her finest hour!

  Infamous Star of Rejection

Being considered “detestable” and “unloved” and “infamous” is a torturous form of rejection to be labeled.  These labels come in many forms, but it’s mainly developed through the words and lies of hurt beloveds who are threatened or want attention, fear being exposed, or even jealously.  They keep these fuel lines of anger, gossip and deceit going by tarnishing our character to make themselves feel better. 

Used Goods on the Clearance Rack

Buy me, buy me, buy me!!!  Sad pleas coming from a Beloved whose Jesus already paid a huge price for.  My redemption cost much.  When our motives are pure and we walk our faith, the flaming arrows from the enemy Blameless Clearance Rack 3are relentless.  Our mouths may be a small member of the body, but its destructive power will do more damage than any tsunami or even a nuclear war could afflict (James 3:5).  Those natural disasters have no power over what the destruction of the tongue can do.  The enemy uses this powerful member to divide and destroy one another by pitting us against each other.  Our tongues speak and spread division and destruction.  How can we celebrate each other when all we’re doing is competing and comparing and criticizing everyone offensively?

Let me share, Beautiful Beloved, when I was hurting due to the lies and actions from others, my Lord assured me that He hears, hurts and hates those words being stamped “no good.”  Our loving Father highlights Proverbs 6:16-19 announcing, “There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to Him:  Haughty eyes (pride), a lying tongue (hello), hands that shed innocent blood (betrayal), a heart that devises wicked schemes (exaggeration of faults), feet that are quick to rush into evil (gossip mongers), a false witness who pours out lies (covering their assets), and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers (drama queen).”

After unleashing my Noah’s Flood into my bestie’s lap that nearly took her out due to the force of the download, did I again realize that women are ferociously catty and instead of Blameless CEOswanting to celebrate each other’s (CEOs) lives, they spend exhausting amounts of time criticizing each other while comparing each other all in the name of jealousy.  Here I’m trying to love and encourage them through support and they’re devising wicked schemes to take me down.  As much as it hurt, and trust me, it hurt and felt like hell unleashed on my heart similar to Edward Scissor Hands shredding it; that’s when the Lord reminded me, “Are you seeking the approval of man or me?”  

Praying for people who have slandered us and continue to spread lies is another form of persecution where the Lord wants us to walk through this darkness exhibiting and exposing His light through love.  This is where Tragedy Meets His Majesty revealing His magnetic glory. 

If only I can remember to count this friction as pure joy, it will strengthen me as I persevere and allow His magnetic glory to be clearly revealed (James 1:2).  The world first hated Jesus (John 15:18-25) and I am a part of His Army of Hope, so…

I’m being honest here, sometimes it is hard to pour out love when others’ venomous tongues are sneaking around to kill, steal and destroy.  The pain afflicted by a few was intense.  It was pain that I hadn’t recognized in quite a while and didn’t know what to do with the infection from the venomous bite.

Processing this pain requires intimacy with the Father to unleash His fruit.  The fruit of the Spirit clearly announces what’s going on in our hearts and behind these poker faces, but it breaks my heart how we’re hurting my Lord by our hardened hearts and lack of relationship with Him.  We leave our Bibles unopened.  We just hang out in the four walls of our deception. 

Purification of our hearts are needed when we’re not walking out what we say we believe.  Congregations are not holding tanks or places to perform to gain worldly power and media prestige.  This burden of Godly anger is something I am finding hard to keep restrained.

Those stings of rejection that were repeatedly gnashing at my body and penetrating through my armor made me feel like I was being set up to be hung out to dry.  Here I was living out what Proverbs 31:8-9 says about “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy” and people reacted by attacking my loved one and spread lies about his precious life.

But…  I give you permission to continue to poke, prod and hang me out to dry as you continue to squeeze the life of Jesus out of me because its splashing will get on you and effect you.  That’s a sprinkling of His Love that goes deep into your soul and its fragrance is nothing but pure sweetness.

I choose to bear witness to my Jesus and love you.  I choose to forgive you.  I see how this school of pain has developed perseverance and character in me.  You may have “intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives” through an explosion of pure magnetic glory (Genesis 50:20).  I rest my case!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Dear Treasured Pearl Of Suffering, You Are Not Alone!

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Dear Treasured Pearl Of Suffering,

You Are Not Alone!

“The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls.  When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it” (Matthew 13:45-46).

Suffering Produces Character!

Dear treasured pearl of suffering, if your heart will bare only one thing, please just know how loved and precious you are!  I love you and God loves you, and we both see you.  I mourn this dark period right alongside of you.  I hear your pleas for help and the cries of your heart.  I’ve been where you are.  I understand how cold and lonely it is swimming through the fluidity of unknowns.  Grace is extended freely from Love Himself.  The powerful force of acceptance that you yearn for is waiting to catch you.

As much as it pains me to release you back out into the ocean, I have done all I know to do. I will continue to love you to eternity; but I personally cannot be your savior.  That is Jesus’ job and one in which only He is qualified for, paid the full price for, and died for!  I am a mere mortal, prone to make mistakes, with my own broken blood vessels chasing after His heart.

Every Beloved deserves to know and experience that she is not only loved and valued by the God who magnificently created her, but awakens to the Truth that her worth is as priceless as the treasured pearl.

Matthew 13:45-46 gives us a stunning rendition of God’s Great Love during the struggles of life using the analogy of a pearl with great price.  Pearls are created when a foreign substance like sand, a wound, creeps into the oyster through either a crack or hole in the Blameless Oysterhard outer shell that protects the tender insides from harsh elements.  Surrounding storms and crashing waves weaken the outer shell which causes cracks and broken shells.

Divinely, the oyster doesn’t expel the irritant.  Instead it decides to persevere through the adversity by painstakingly covering and bathing its wounded foreign object over and over from its own secretions inside the shell.  This perseverance produces character.  This beautiful pearl would never have developed had it not been for the oyster’s endurance to withstand the pain.

What an unfathomable example of redemption and an example of beauty found after suffering through adversity.  The alchemy developed through this period of unwanted and uncharted territory is nothing short of miraculous, designed specifically to bring out the brilliant treasure within. 

Sometimes when God is developing and refining us in our school of pain, we often perceive it as humiliation and punishment in order to bury us.  These opposing forces not only strengthen us, but the surrounding storms develop brave hearts who persevere.  This process and development is coming straight from Love Himself.  After all, Jesus is like the merchant, He values us so much, He sold everything to buy and redeem us.

Suffering in loneliness only enhances the sting of rejection.  Anxious knots hold it captive.  The pressures from life combined with waves of unforgiveness and lack of community create a powerful force similar to an undertow that makes us feel as if it’s pulling us back out into the raging sea like a tsunami. 

When we feel we’re drowning in the crashing waves that have beat and pound us to the bone, we can’t lose sight of the extending hands and feet of God that are trying to hold us as we actually develop strength that ignites treasured pearls in this school of pain

To see the true beauty of the treasured pearl, the oyster must die first that was working hard on its own journey with the adversity so the treasure buried beneath the surface could be found.  Talk about vibrant beauty being found, the pearl of suffering!  God is there right alongside of us not wanting anyone to perish.  Please fathom one thing:  Tragedy leads to His Majesty!  

Beautiful Beloved, don’t let the fears of yesterday’s guilt and today’s fear pull you into tomorrow’s grave.  Leave what happened in the grave.  We all yearn to be surrounded by love, life and community.  We must tackle our Giant of Fear and move forward.  Perfect Love casts out all fear and God’s Love never leaves or forsakes us.

When we’re washed up on the shore all alone, battered and torn, the outside appearance of our circumstances are not reflective of who God says we are.  He knows and sees what’s developing on the inside of our broken and decaying forms, treasured beauties.  It will require work and trust as we walk out that faith being surrendered, but it will produce character and patience.  Seeking God is similar to prying open the oyster; its mysterious marvels are worth the discovery.

Relationships are built on time and communication.  During the turbulence of the storms, fears and insecurities hinder our bearing threshold that needs to be firmly grounded in the gospel so we will see these gifts of friendships that are honest, open and transparent and that can make riding the waves so much easier.

I pray as you’re choosing to sit at the feet of Jesus, you will be able to see the love in His eyes while hearing His beating heart that shares what a treasured daughter you are and how loved and precious in His sight you are.  God sees you as His prized possession, His treasured pearl.  That’s worth claiming!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Just Because…

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Just Because…

I thank my God every time I remember you.  In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus (Philippians 1:3-6).

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Hi Beautiful!  I pray you enjoyed the festivities celebrating and sharing your respect for our Fallen Heroes and their families.  Such selfless acts of valor and courage, all in the name of freedom!  I have to say, what an honor it is for me to be sojourning this side of heaven with y’all as we walk faithfully through each day radiating that Beautiful You!

I only hope that the many prayers that went out last week asking that our Lord would cover you with an outbreak of undeniable peace and joy that changes the atmosphere became obvious as you noticed all the beauty and wonder surrounding your presence.  Being highly favored is a gift!  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

God created His Beautiful Beloveds to glorify Him.  After all, He calls us His works of art and His masterpieces (Ephesians 2:10).  Oh, what love!  Sadly, though, I’m hearing and witnessing a lot of beat-up Beloveds in our communities who need a lot of Love, His Great Love, to be poured into and have their souls nourished with support and encouragement.

Being the hands and feet of God can and should be relatively easy, especially with the many gifts the Lord has blessed each of us with.  Let’s tap into this creative gift by writing notes of praise and gratitude encouraging one another to keep pressing through while affirming the blessings that their lives have graced us with. 

I’m going for the handwritten card, you know, writing out a short affirmation of love and encouragement expressing how much their life and friendship has blessed me with.  I don’t know about you, but what a grand diversion and huge golden nugget to forever hold onto and tuck away in the fold of our hearts seeing words of love and appreciation when picking up and going through our mail. 

Seeing words of affirmation saying, “I see you, Beautiful.  You’re such a Brilliant and Magnetic Light.  I love you and thank you for blessing me with the gift of friendship”; or to the single parent, “You’re doing a great job.  Keep loving those babies,” etc.  Not going to share all my ideas.  Ha!  You get the point!

What a great way to also model to our children and grandchildren how being God’s hands and feet is fun and rewarding while blessing others.  There are many military personnel, cancer patients and even teachers who would thrive and bloom with some summer love. 

God wants His children to serve one another and that does not mean inclusive of the four walls where we worship at.  Get out, move out!  Move outside those four walls!  There is a whole world in need of His Great Love. 

When we serve out of His Love, the kindness and gentleness of our gratitude for the alchemy given through our salvation will be illuminated without seeking to please ourselves.  A refreshing sprinkling of love that nurtures and sustains!

Being the hands and feet of God has never been more gratifying!

Weekly Challenge:  Pick seven special people, and it does not necessarily have to be family and/or friends, that you want to pour love into, honor and acknowledge.  This includes doctors, nurses, pharmacists, waitresses, law enforcement, first responders, pastors, you name it!  Write them a short message sharing that they’re not only enough, but that you appreciate them for their valuable contribution and wanted to let them know that their lives radiate love and how you can’t thank them enough for being a part of your life sojourning this side of heaven. 

This could be in the format of a handwritten card, an email, a letter, text (please don’t ♥♥♥) or even a social networking posting!  We all love seeing it in words to go back and ponder and be encouraged.  This will be a token of love they will forever carry in their heart. 

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

 

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Honoring The Fallen! Never Forgotten?

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Honoring the Fallen!

Never Forgotten? 

Courage is Contagious

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Billy Graham proclaimed, “Courage is Contagious.  When a brave man takes a stand, the spine of others are stiffened.”

 

Honoring the Fallen!  Never Forgotten?  Hmmm… never forgotten?  Really?  Where in most Memorial Day celebrations, unless you’re with a family or community of inactive or active service personnel, do you hear stories of valor and selfless acts of bravery that proclaim this great caliber as to why we celebrate Memorial Day?    

Forgive Us For Not Recognizing Our Fallen!

Sadly, it seems there is more recognition geared towards retail sales advertisements along with the hustle and bustle ushering in the first big holiday announcing summertime.  These preparations for the festivities are great; you know, family gatherings, coming together, barbecuing, boating, camping, traveling with the additional three-day weekend, but what about carving out time to honor the fallen which is the sole purpose of Memorial Day?

There is nothing wrong with the excitement in getting together with our family and friends to unwind and celebrate; we all need that!  But what about the fallen heroes and their families that have lost so much, their precious and valued loved ones, due to their sacrificial service for our freedom?  How are they being remembered?  They are searching for this gratitude and consolation in our festivities that have seemed to be glossed over.

Where is the tribute and honor that should be at the forefront of our celebrations for our fallen heroes on Memorial Day?

Where is the dedicated time for this tribute and recognition that brought us freedom?  Where does the honor, the respect, the remembrance, and the salutation fit into our celebratory festivities this Memorial Day weekend?  After all, our great nation was built on the freedom that these fallen heroes died for!  That deserves recognition.

The ocean tears that have been released by mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, families, and the many innocent children that look for comfort from a nation that pauses to think about, honor and celebrate what their loved one selflessly gave to have this freedom extended is non-existent and quite neglected.

If you’ve ever had to comfort a grieving soul who just learned of their loved one’s death, there is nothing more dreadful and heartbreaking than delivering the piercing words, “I’m sorry, but your loved one was killed in the line of duty serving his/her country.” 

Being honest here, when I was raising my children, I looked forward to having an extra day off with the announcement that summertime was near.  Any excuse to celebrate was quite a gift.  Memorial Day just meant getting the boat ready and the family together for a couple of Blameless United States Flag Last Breathdays spent on the water without any further forethought.  Tragic!
Where is the honor, recognition and respect geared towards our fallen heroes and their families acknowledging how they dedicated and sacrificed their lives?  This is the pure definition of what is called a beautiful exchange.  Can we start teaching our children and share with our families the significance of what Memorial Day deserves?  We can testify to this valor of great sacrifice by sharing a few of the following quotes:

“The willingness of America’s veterans to sacrifice for our country has earned them our lasting gratitude.” – Jeff Miller

“The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.” – Benjamin Disraeli

Can we maybe start proclaiming how we’re proud to be Americans and express our gratitude for the meaning behind Memorial Day.  This honor will offer golden nuggets of comfort to the fallen and their families to carry close to their hearts reminding them thatBlameless Memorial Day. In case you thought it was National BBQ Day their lives mattered and stood for victory and won’t be forgotten, nor were their deaths in vain!  Maybe while we’re vacationing, we can even share with others the significance while honoring the millions of soldiers who lost their lives.  Speak it while engaging with others.

There is nothing wrong with celebrating, but putting at the forefront what all of our Fallen Heroes have achieved will keep their legacy alive and one in which will never be forgotten.  It’s a gratitude for blessing us with a privilege that we often take for granted.  We are reaping the harvest from the seeds they dropped during their bout of courage and dedication.  What a gift that keeps on giving, but it needs watering and cultivating! 

By the way, Memorial Day originated way back in the late 1800’s, but was enacted following the Civil War where many Americans started honoring the soldiers who lost their lives by decorating their graves.  Beautiful, isn’t it?  It wasn’t until 1971 that it was deemed a National holiday and celebrated as such through the passing of the National Holiday Act. 

“Those that die for a good cause… hover as a cloud of witnesses over the nation.”  Henry Ward Beecher.

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Let us never forget our fallen heroes and their families.  After all, as John F. Kennedy stated,  “Ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country.”  

Fallen Heroes, We Will Never Forget Your Sacrificial Service & We Thank You!

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Arise and Shine, Beautiful! Good Morning!

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Arise and Shine, Beautiful, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you!  ~ Isaiah 60:1

Good morning, Beautiful!   I don’t know about you, but isn’t it a beautiful affirmation and assurance knowing every day when we open up our eyes, there is someone so excited we’re finally awake solely because they just want to love on us and be in our presence? 

Oh, how we all desire to be loved like this.  That’s what makes this world flourish:  L-O-V-E!

We can’t forget about being serenaded by our Father God as He also rejoices over us (Zephaniah 3:17) singing, Good morning, Beautiful.  Arise and Shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you (Isaiah 60:1).

Can we say amazing love?

I’ve been sitting in literal quiet for the past couple of hours this morning with my comfy blankee and coffee.  I feel like the royal queen herself.  It seems so foreign and almost uncomfortable to be laying here in the still embracing the magical hymns orchestrated by the “happy birds” along with Mr. Owl’s in sync whoot, whoot… pause three seconds… whoot, whoot!  Talk about rhythm without missing a beat. 

I’m like a little girl going through the doors at Disneyland unrestrained when my frogs start chiming in with their chorus filled with ribbits and rolls.  This Acapella is priceless!  Yes, a little secret, I collect frogs.  I did say I was a tomboy who always wore a dress, so…

These birds have been doing the happy dance with their lyrical enticement the past few weeks.  I don’t know if it’s because spring has arrived and has ushered in all these amazingly beautiful colors and fragrances or it’s because the grounds and foliage are covered in a new coat of vitality and strength.  These luscious oak trees are flowering with both topical growth and tillage nourishment due to the sprinkling of Love from all the rain we’ve received here in Northern California this past year.

I will admit, even the oak trees seemed to be swaying back and forth atop their newly toiled ground while doing their happy dance yesterday in sync with the gentle breeze.  Or it could have been from the side effects of the anesthesia, but I’ll choose my childlike wonder.  I kind of know how they feel because with all this rain, they won’t have to constantly dig deeper and deeper to be sustained while having their roots nourished.

These hundred-year-old oak trees survive and thrive each year by trusting and remembering where their daily nourishment comes from.  They know how to instinctively reach out towards the light for their needed manna to survive while digging their roots deep for stability.  Since they have been blessed with an abundant provision, their roots can now focus on rest and restoration and gratitude for being sustained during their lack and depleted times.

Sitting in total silence while resting and not rushing or feeling frazzled and ready for a breakdown to get out the door as fast as I can is refreshing and a much needed change in my life.  I don’t want to be that woman who gets slammed into the rocks by the crashing Poppies, lupine, and oaks, near El Portal, CA, USAwaves of an overwhelmed life.  I want to be present and sing my own tune each day as I skip along with a childlike heart and grownup responsibilities. 

Maybe that’s why I felt guilty and somewhat uncomfortable for laying in bed enjoying the concert.  I still am, actually, as I write my good morning greetings to all of you Beautiful Beloveds.  Not that I need(ed) an excuse to lounge around in bed in my nightie, but I can actually admit had I not been recovering from a surgical procedure, I’m not sure who would have won the tug-of-war this morning.  Guilt versus Need?  Better yet, more like Guilt versus Gift?

Doctor’s orders that I lay low and push through the pain, but even if I wasn’t recovering from a procedure, why would I feel guilty about picking up and receiving God’s gifts for me today?  Every day He lays out these precious gifts knowing exactly what we will need.  Rest and restoration is quite a gift, to say the least!

God doesn’t just want us to see these gifts and pick them up, but He wants us to open them with delight and a childlike heart.  There’s nothing more exciting than opening up a gift with childlike expectations.

How about you, do you feel guilty if you take the time to be still and quiet and do absolutely nothing but be refreshed like myself?  Or are you one of those women I definitely envy and want to become more like that can relax her heart, body, soul and mind as healing overwhelms and restores her soul? 

I’m trying and I’m learning, as slow as it is.  Old habits are hard to break, but with God, all things are possible, right?  Let’s lift up our eyes to see the hands and feet of God reaching out towards us just to meet and love on us just the way we are.  Peace is a Divine gift!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Forgiveness/Its Power ~ I Choose To Forgive ~ Will You Forgive Me? ~ Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

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Forgiveness/Its Power

I Choose To Forgive

Will You Forgive Me?

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

Hi Beautiful!  I pray your week is being showered with love and joy as you walk faithfully through each day radiating that Beautiful You!  Many prayers are going out to you this week that our Lord covers you with an outbreak of undeniable peace and joy that changes the atmosphere around you as you become aware of all the beauty and wonder surrounding your presence.  After all, you are highly favored!  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

Forgiveness…  Boy, forgiving someone when you have been hit hard by their flaming arrows and emotional darts seems like a ludicrous thing to do, but is it? 

Will you forgive me?  I am so sorry!  Four simple words really, but four words we rarely hear today, or use.  Why are we so afraid to ask for forgiveness, much less extend it?  It’s called Faith the Fear!  When you faith the fear, it becomes a clear example of valor and bravery to utter those simple words of “Will you forgive me for my participation in this division?”

Since the Word says the truth will set us free, the greatest gift we can give to ourselves and others is to extend God’s Great Love to work in and through us.  Being the hands and feet of God requires complete surrender and submission during the pain which offers forgiveness.  God did not design and create us for ourselves, He created us for His pleasure. 

As I have found out, when you extend the grace to forgive others unexpectedly, the domino effect is an overwhelming gift of grace that keeps on giving.  One person changes the dynamics of more than just those around them.

Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom; but if we want to be like our Jesus, having the freedom to forgive or not reflects our relationship with Him.  That’s worth chewing on.  When the Lord takes up residence inside of us, a whole new standard of living is put into place.  Sadly, we appear to have lost that reverence and responsibility somewhere.

Anyone can say they are a Christian, but when you’ve been loved by the Father God and have a living, active and intimate relationship with Him, forgiveness is a choice that comes naturally, or the desire to forgive is.  Actually doing it is another thing because of the many fears associated with it along with our egos.  Shall we say P-R-I-D-E!

We have all been hurt by spouses, family, friends, and even our pastors and leaders in our congregations.  The pleas and cries of many beloveds is pain from not forgiving others.  We carry it around not realizing its effects on others.  That distrust and lack of intimacy filters through and interferes with our reception in being loved on and poured into.  Forgiveness through Love clears the way for blessings offering peace, joy and hope.

Why do it?  I surrendered my life during the intense pain to the one who had rescued my soul by walking out my faith being bold and courageous.  I chose to forgive those who completely shattered my heart and world; thereby ushering in Noah’s Flood towards freedom.  It really wasn’t hard, but it did take bravery.  Magical consequences that only Love Himself could deliver.

Three years ago I was captivated by the lyrics of Jason Upton’s song called the Table” which I pray you will listen to, awakening your understanding about forgiveness.  I can’t begin to encourage you enough to take 15 minutes in quiet reflection to receive all that needs to be said about forgiving one another’s grievances against each other.  These lyrics deliver joy and peace that surpasses all knowledge versus a lifetime of torment and bitterness.  

The pure in heart will see God…

If our faith and testimony is to mirror the life of Christ with a childlike heart, then that wonder requires that we have our hearts cleansed.  I understand and totally get how asking another person to forgive you when you feel you’re the one who has been violated seems foolish.  It causes anxious thoughts and makes us uncomfortable.

The way I see it, if our ocean tears developed into a Noah’s Flood that Hoover Dam could not contain, then that person occupies a tender portion of our heart whether we want to believe it or not and deserves to be forgiven.  We have been forgiven much, now it’s our turn to extend that grace.

Weekly challenge:  Follow Jesus’ life and example by choosing to forgive one person this week.  Just one!  It takes two to tango and if their violation caused a hole in your heart that is not life threatening, write them an email, a letter, go to their house, or make a phone call and just say, “Will you forgive me for my participation in this division?”  You might be amazed at their response and the freedom you all receive.

1 Peter 4:8 reminds us, Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.  Let’s choose to be weapons of righteousness, because the enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy (John 10:10). 

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Can He Keep Me From Going Under?

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Can He Keep Me From Going Under?

I’m not strong enough.  I can’t take any more.

How can being the hands and feet of God compete with:  “Can He keep me from going under?”  Help, I don’t know what to do!  I’m going under.  I’m not strong enough to remain afloat.  I can’t take any more.  I’m too exhausted to push through!  “My shipwrecked faith will never get me to shore.”

Such words of bewildered desperation are illustrated perfectly in Elena Kalis’ photography depicting the near drowning of emotions when life becomes hard.  These daunting pleadings are expressed all too often and are common with failed expectations, losses, and even the fears of the unknown. 

These pleadings don’t necessarily signify depression, but it does express a depleted soul with dry, brittle bones in need of being filled with living waters that only a relationship with the Lord could breathe life back into. 

Perfect love casts out all fear (1 John 4:18) because fear has to do with punishment.

Are you drowning underneath a sea of debt?  Overwhelmed with balancing work and school?  Spouse left you for another?  Are you on the front lines engaging in battle with your children or stepchildren?

This sounds more like an infomercial without the pity party.  Pity parties are great when you’re trying to become a loner or in need of releasing a Noah’s Flood.

How about, instead of extending your “special peeps” with grace and mercy waving your white flag of surrender, is your anger resembling more of an automatic weapon spewing out flaming arrows and emotional darts leaving carnage strewn about? 

Better yet, are you trying to carry your cross underneath a mountain of persecution?  Oh, I just walked through that valley of the shadow of death myself.  Can I say brutal?

So what can we do when we feel we’re drowning and our fears override our faith?  How many times do we scream for help, run towards some sense of consolation, in places where solace and strength cannot be found?  Fear immobilizes us from moving forward victoriously, but so do our behaviors. 

I don’t know about you, but I used to lean towards the temporary fix of denial which clearly interferes with swimming through a sea of problems.  Builds raging seas instead. 

When I tried to face the giant (the fear), it usually started through the numbing effects of alcohol, you know, good ‘ole liquid courage, to take the edge off.  That usually just left a headache with a need to drink more to numb the pain that the alcohol brought on from temporarily diffusing the affliction. 

Mouthful I know!  You get what I’m saying, right?

Then I gravitated towards long hours of work so I didn’t have time to face the giant lurking.  Talk about a white elephant!  This left the impression on my heart that I was in control and could handle it.  Ha! 

And then how about the infamous feel-good natural high of endorphins that retail therapy delivered?  Hello… my ‘ole time favorite!  A girl’s gotta look good, you know, or have a dozen sets of silk sheets just because…

Most probably, the usual vice we all use:  The extensive coddling and stroking that our friendships and family offer.  That might be good initially, but usually they are only going to tell us what we want to hear anyways because they are so much like us and do not want to offend us in fear of adding more insult to injury.  Now we’ve trapped them into our battleground of F-E-A-R!

How does brave faith face the fear without drowning or causing more harm?  We do live in a quick-fix technological mindset where we want what we want NOW!  The only wisdom I can share being sustained with victorious courage in walking through these dark periods is found when we Faith the Fear!  We can only Faith the Fear by engaging in a relationship with Jesus Christ.

Two beloveds I know shared similar pleas with me this week that mirrored the desperation depicted in Elena Kalis’ photograph along with matching lyrics found in Casting Crowns’ amazing “Oh My Soul” song.  Their heartache is prompting me to start a new series entitled “Faith the Fear.”  My life was built on fear and I want others struggling the same to know how God removed those shackles through faith.  And forgiveness, Faith that Fear!

When we are feeling we’re not strong enough, and we can’t take any more and are drowning underneath the sea of our fears and tears, not to mention how we feel our shipwrecked faith will never get us safely to shore; Jesus tenderly reminds us, You can let go and lay it down.  Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28).  I am your life preserver.”

Face the God you know.  God will NEVER belittle you, nor tell you, “I told you so.”  That’s mankind’s conditional love aspect that we have sadly grown accustomed to.  God tirelessly digs underneath the piles and layers of dirt and disease until He excitedly finds us.  He lovingly unearths His treasures by washing away all the dirt and muck and yuck bringing clarity and light to the Beautiful gems we are.

He’s so proud of His masterpieces, His very own creation, that He serenades over us as He quiets our hearts with His Great Love (Zephaniah 3:17).  He delights in us and even rejoices as He painstakingly takes the time to carefully dust off all the dirt whereas not to scratch and harm us.  He washes and polishes off the dry and rough edges until we can see the love in His eyes as He proclaims through celebration,“There you are, Beautiful, my rare and precious treasure.  I love you.”

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Brave, Beautiful You!

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National Police Week ~ Support Our Officers ~ Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

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National Police Week

~ Support Our Officers ~

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

Hi Beautiful!  I pray your week is showered with sprinklings of love as you walk through each day radiating that Beautiful You!  I hope you’re not forgetting to pick up and receive the gifts that the Lord has laid out before you.  After all, they are filled with treasures reminding you how highly favored and loved you are.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays! 

This weekly challenge is especially important to me and one that resonates near and dear to my heart.  Our great nation is celebrating National Police Week.  Since we are all in this together, I believe this challenge in being the hands and feet of God should be highly regarded with sincerity and forethought knowing how much our men and women in blue sacrifice in order to keep peace, order and control, along with our protection, in our communities.  I know how easy it is to take them for granted.

When a police officer is sworn in, they take an oath to serve and protect the lives and property of others, while defending and keeping the public safe.  These brave men and women are constantly on high alert and live under tremendous stress.  They don’t leave their homes and families worrying they might not make it home anymore; they just pray that their dedication and service will make a difference while defending and protecting their communities. 

Please don’t let bad experiences or bad press over a few rotten apples cloud the respect and honor these brave men and women are entitled to!  Every family has extra-grace required peeps and law enforcement is no different.  They need our support more than ever and sadly, their families are suffering as a consequence of these demands.  They operate under more fear than any of us could possibly comprehend.  Only Great Love can diffuse that fear.

With this whole week being dedicated to National Police Week, it is imperative that we take the time to recognize them by praying for hedges of protection to surround them; that we honor and pray for the families that have lost their loved ones during their sacrificial service; and that we rally around the living officers daily with golden nuggets of support, encouragement and gratitude for all they do.  We all need to contribute in making a difference together, one person at a time.

Weekly challenge:  This weekly challenge is to go out into our communities and show our love and support by acknowledging these amazing men and women who put their lives on blameless-officer-plea-7the line each and every day to serve, defend and protect us!  We can do this by showering them with love by saying “Thank You” through the means of simply handing them a thank-you note with a $5 Starbucks gift card, a goodie bag filled with treats, offering hugs, words of encouragement, and a whole lot of praise and prayer!

Keep a few of these thank-you cards in your purse and even a few goodie bags in the cup holder of your car; you’ll never know when you might be blessed to hand one out!  Let them know personally how much they’re appreciated.  Remember, they’ve made a vow to serve and protect; they really do care about those they protect and they want to engage with us and get to know us and our needs.  They don’t want to be jeered or feared.  We all need to be AFFIRMED!  

This is a great way to end division and start modeling to our children and grandchildren our respect for authority while being a part of our communities in being the hands and feet of God.  Giving back and restoring unity should be fun while loving on and blessing others with random acts of kindness and cheerful smiles that radiate being Beautiful You!

For all of the wonderful parents and grandparents out there, not to mention our amazing summer school teachers, who are looking for great craft activities with Blameless Police Gratitudesummer coming up, you can have the kids make thank-you cards and draw up cute letters to drop off at your local police departments.  Putting together Police Appreciation goodie bags filled with items like Lifesavers, that thank them for the lives they protect and save, or packets of Extra gum, for the extra mile and hours they put in, and hand deliver them whenever you see an officer would leave a lasting impression for all that radiates a joyful heart.  For the rest of us, we can send simple emails of gratitude, a handwritten card, or personally handing them a Starbucks $5 gift card with a thank-you note blessing them with words of gratitude for all they do and that we are supporting them along the way and praying for their protection!  And you know what, asking an officer if you may hug them while you’re acknowledging their service through praise will help mend a fractured heart and bring it back to life!

 Have a great week!  Thank you for being Beautiful You!

 

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Do Everything In Love ~ Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

 

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Do Everything In Love

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

1 Corinthians 16:14

Hi Beautiful!  I pray your week is being filled with tokens of kindness and sprinklings of love while being reminded how highly favored and blessed you are.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!  We’re all in this together, so let’s try and embrace this challenge with sincerity knowing that Mother’s Day is around the bend.

Mother’s Day is probably one of the “most prized” celebrated holidays with good reason.  Those of us who are moms; you know, the mothers of magnificent and mothers of mayhem or even managers of many who survived being Super Heroes, we bask with glory on this day because we will always cherish those tender memories in our hearts.  Plus, we are proud of our children and love them just the way they are!

But what happens to some of the mothers who are celebrating with their elderly mothers and not with their own children or those who have kids that live in another state and don’t get to be celebrated and cherished as the truly beautiful and honored mothers that they are?  I know I fit in some of these categories myself along with a few friends.

Let’s reach out to others through love and appreciation!

Weekly challenge:  Let’s acknowledge those who have blessed our life by choosing seven people, especially if they’re mothers who don’t live near their children, and send them a card or email letting them know how much you appreciate them and how you’ve been blessed by their life.

Try not to select just close friends.  Think about your pharmacist, a teacher, your pastor or their wife (they never receive enough praise), police officers (when is the last time you thanked an officer), first responders, chaplains, even our waitresses.

Remember, this is designed to bring unity and change within our circle of influence in the community in order to change the atmosphere and to continue appreciating how each one of us impacts one another in society through the simple random act of doing everything in “love” (1 Corinthians 16:14).  

And sadly, I know myself personally a few mothers whose lives will not be celebrated due to death, distance, disease, division of family, you name it.  I will try and pour some love into their lives through acknowledgement by being the hands and feet of God because once a mother, always a mother!

It’s the little things that matter.  I know I haven’t said it often enough, but thank you for being Beautiful You!  I appreciate you more than you will ever know or hear.  Never forget how valuable and precious your life is!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You! 

Happy Mother’s Day

Stopped Me Dead In My Tracks To Be God’s Hands And Feet

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Stopped Me Dead In My Tracks To Be God’s Hands And Feet

Today started like any other day.  Awakened with joy and gratitude, but dreading another long day being over committed.  Those last few moments of sleep cuddled around my pillow were screaming my name!  But the heightened enticement from the delicious morsels of more sleep lost their battle to sprint the hurdles of the ticking clock.

Appointments versus Being Present 

It’s hard to prioritize our lives when the clock ticks faster than each footstep.  I don’t glide like I used to.  Strength and speed have been replaced with substance and snap.  I long to master how to navigate the constant and rapid changes that occur with the snap, but I’m working on it.  Work in progress!

Once my prayers were finished and released, I made a flippant request to my Lord asking Him to show me somebody today that would stop me dead in my tracks who needed His love and affirmations to remind me of how desperate and alone I was 37 years ago that would trigger the mania to tragically end my life. 

It’s hard to share about depression through the loneliness and desperation when you can’t quite remember what that looked like.  Sure, I get depressed at times, we all do; but to be that desperate and all alone, that is something that required probing back into my underbellies.

I seem to forget to practice what I preach, because I sure would be a lot more selective in my prayers and petitions to the Lord.  I either fail to hear myself making these flippant requests on a maxed-out schedule as if I was emulating the Pharisees to look more holy or I arrogantly pour out prayers to make myself look better in front of God.  I mean, God knows our motives; so…

The day shifted and howled similar to the blazing north winds.  Upon exiting the medical center to leave behind the news that ushered me into frenzy, my mind occupied residency in the bad neighborhood.  That deadly hood needs barricading.

Due to being upset with the doctors and the shuffling of appointments that I was now late for, I failed to notice this man who shocked life back into me by jumping out of nowhere into the sidewalk before me.  The fright caused from being winded forced a pathetic screech and an accompanying tinkle as I soon realized lingering in the hood is far more dangerous than any mortal.

Epiphany versus Revelation

This mortal man’s name was William.  Yes, I flippantly prayed in the morning that the Lord would show me somebody who needed His love.  I almost missed out on God’s answer to that prayer because I was too busy being focused on all the demands and unknowns and how could I possibly prioritize my time to not upset others.

Herein lies William who is 28 years old.  He just got released from the hospital after overdosing on Meth.  He knew God could hold him through recovery, but just couldn’t gather up the strength to walk away from the comforts of his drug of choice.  My heart broke because his life matters, for one; and second of all, he could have been any one of my kids.  He knew I cared, after initially pulling away from him because of fear and fright.

Time stopped.  The world didn’t, but the clock literally stopped ticking.  Nothing mattered except for being present.  We talked awhile.  I shared a little and he listened.  Then it changed to me listening to words that would unearth this desperation I once encountered.  He felt all alone.  Meth took away the sting of rejection.  He belonged and always had someone with Meth.  Meth always waited to pick him up.

He shared his prayers that morning to God and the gravity of them happening upon his release from the hospital.  He had nobody to pick him up because he didn’t want additional guilt or to burden the few who were lingering in his life.  He prayed that if one person stopped to talk to him and acknowledge his presence, he would not take his own life.  

Death versus Matter

The pain flooding his heart and the desperation in which he expressed himself unearthed emotions that laid dormant for decades.  I absorbed every last word.  Ocean tears ushered in an agreement that paved the way for William to walk through.  Uber was summoned to take him where his life mattered.  The care-packed resources included my cell number to keep in touch.

We prayed as we walked.  Meth addicts do not like to stand still.  They need to keep moving.  Time started clicking.  I released William back into the care of the Lord as hard as it was, but I trust the One who ordered this Divine appointment all due to prayer. 

The ease in being the hands and feet of God is so simple, but it requires being present; spiritually, emotionally and physically.  His Uber trip cost me a whole $8.80 and his life is priceless.  Sometimes God has to literally drop people right in front of us because we’re too consumed with stress or worry.  That’s why the Lord tells us not to worry about tomorrow, for today has enough troubles of its own (Matthew 6:25-34).

I will say I don’t know what’s going to happen to William.  All appointments were fulfilled; Divine and scheduled.  I stuttered, but surrendered.  I felt awkward and was uncomfortable.  I did share the love of the Lord and William graciously received it as he grabbed a hold of the hand extending down from heaven.  Being the hands and feet of God shifted my life.  William texted me and said “thank you.”

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Tammy Tangent Tuesday ~ Smile, Beautiful!

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Smile, Beautiful!

Hi Beautiful!  I pray your week is being filled with sprinklings of love and affirmations in reminding you how highly favored and blessed you are.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!  We’re all in this together, so let’s try and embrace this challenge with what Proverbs 15:13 reminds us of:  “A happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit.”  It’s time to make peace with that beautiful smile of yours again and work it, girlfriend! 

Did you know the more you smile, the better you will feel; and smiling creates an inviting, magnetic and interactive force that will draw others to you while changing the atmosphere?  You will be surprised at how this natural quality of yours attracts blessings to your life, so let’s do it again and again!  It costs nothing and smiles will make even the grumpiest person happy.  

Now that you realize how to use your natural and inner beauty while bringing blessings to others just by being Beautiful You, your challenge for the week is to go back out into the community and smile, Beautiful!  Our communities need some cheer right now!

Since Proverbs 15:13 tells us a happy heart makes the face cheerful, let’s work this most important curve on our bodies.  Whether or not you feel cheerful, smile.  You’ll feel better in no time, especially when you go outside of your comfort zone and smile at others and the other person reciprocates!  It’s a given, it’s contagious!!!

A smile is the most beautiful curve on a woman’s body.  So work it, girlfriend!

Weekly challenge:  Make it a point to smile several times a day (at least 10), especially to those who need to be touched by the love of Jesus as you become His hands and feet (you know, those grumpy looking people or even the homeless; they need love too), and see how it changes not only how you feel, but you will find others complimenting you on your new vibrant look and your sense of confidence!!!  Plus, you’re radiating love and joy that will bring about blessings across America!  That is what is called love in action that 1 John 4 talks about, being the hands and feet of God!  Pay it forward!  

The beauty of the cross is that the death of Jesus Christ gave us the Holy Spirit who is called an Encourager, a Comforter, and even a Counselor (John 14:15-17; 15:26).  If the Holy Spirit resides within us, we should be able to reflect that through our actions in how we engage and interact with those around us.  Your smile reveals your inner spirit, so let the world see Jesus illuminating from your smile!

You’re so amazing and beautiful, it’s time to fall in love with and embrace your greatest asset and curve!  Don’t believe me, take a look in the mirror and see how you’re transformed when you smile.  Simply radiant, darling!  

Post this to your Facebook page and share the good news to all your friends.  Start a domino effect in making people smile.  Together we can change the world through being our Beautiful selves!  Let’s change the atmosphere with our smiles.

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You! 

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