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It Takes More Than Courage To Be Kind To Yourself! Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

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It Takes More Than Courage To Be Kind To Yourself!

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

Beauty exists in the mind of the Be-Loved and Be-Held!

Hello Beautiful!  I pray you’re having a blessed week so far filled with strength to press through with an abundant supply of tender mercies that we all need to remember our worth and value sojourning this side of heaven.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays! 

I don’t know about you, but I have a tendency to believe that beauty exists solely in the eyes of the beholder rather than remembering that it exists in the mind of the Be-Loved and Be-Held!  And as I’m walking through some health issues, the appearance of infection and scars have left me wanting to hide behind closed doors until I’m healed completely.

How does a Beautiful Beloved remember that our beauty exists in the mind of the Be-Loved and Be-Held?  If our very own Creator reminds us to be gentle and kind to ourselves as we Blameless Walls Beautiful Definitioncelebrate how He created our inmost being by intricately knitting us together in our mother’s womb, how do we not praise Him for fearfully and wonderfully creating us while being awakened to how His beautiful works of art are seen and are enough (Psalm 139:13-14)?

I don’t know about you, but quite often lately, I am having to focus on who God says I am by how valuable and beautiful I am in His sight, especially since my battle scars have left me with more imperfections and somewhat deformed looking due to an infection.  That requires discipline with self-compassion and kindness.  I am trying to remind myself that being Beautiful has nothing to do with looks.  It’s how you are as a person and how you make others feel about themselves.  Being kind to everyone includes OURSELVES and that more often than not is dependent upon the COURAGE to love ourselves that a lot of us neglect.  Guilty as charged! ♥♥

Sadly, so many of us tender hearts have a tendency to forget just how valuable and beautiful we truly are.  I know for myself, this past week has had me screaming like a horror film fit for Halloween.  I was starting to feel like nothing but Blameless Mirror Wickedbare, dry bones falling out of the mirror just for a taste of something sweet as I glanced and saw what horror a rough week, or month for that matter, had done to a Beautiful Beloved.  The only bubbly I was holding onto was the ongoing battlefield going on in my brain and my deflection in trying to control it!

How can we claim and exude that confidence in knowing we are blossoming right where God has planted us which requires love and attention that we are supposed to embrace in the nurture and care of our own self when all we’re left with is being dry and brittle?  It’s okay to cry.  It’s okay to scream.  It’s okay to be disappointed.  We just have to remember to speak words of affirmation to ourselves filled with love, patience and grace.  Consoling our bruised and tender souls offers healing and is needed for a reason as we learn to be kind to ourselves.

Since I proudly wear my crown and say I’m high maintenance (gotta have me my Jesus time so my brittle bones can dance with life), that requires consistent nourishment (hello… feed me, feed me, feed me 🙂 ); you know, tender loving care that consists of peace and compassion, along with that gentle and consistent touch that the Word of God offers to heal our depleted hearts.

I have come to the conclusion that us Beautiful Beloveds can only walk in our beauty when we learn to practice the delicate art of kindness and self-compassion.  When we do so much for others and teeter across that fine line of forgetting ourselves, we need to pull the reins tightly and bask into some dedicated “ME” time. ♥♥

Never forget, Beautiful Beloved, being kind to yourself in words, thoughts and deeds is just as important, if not more beneficial, to our communities as being kind and loving to others!  Think thoughts that are true, pure, lovely and affirming when you’re talking to yourself.  It’s okay to allow the peace and healing to begin!  It’s called self-compassion; and you’re so worth it! 

Weekly challenge:  This weekly challenge is solely dedicated to being Beautiful You.  Let’s take care of self!!!  It’s our week to be kind to ourselves with compassion.  Let’s never forget that beauty doesn’t exist in the eyes of the beholder, it exists in the mind of the Be-Loved and Be-Held!  Let’s be refreshed, rejuvenated and restored this week.

Until next time…

 

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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

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?

Blameless How Does One Go From This To...

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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