Truth or Dare?

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Who Holds The Key To Your Love Lock?

He Dared…

I Wanted Truth!

He never even looked twice…

We’ve all been weakened by incoming kryptonite (hotness) when our desire and need to be loved is so intense, it clouds, distorts and even destroys what love actually looks like.

We become delusional, even fanatical, of what Love really is. Our actions start mirroring conduct similar to the Energizer bunny demanding “Love me, love me, love me” right into the sunset.

Can I hear awkward?

We become so desperate for love, that we get right in its face and proclaim, “What about me? I need to be seen, to be desired, TO BE LOVED!”

To Be or Not To Be?

To be or not to be, that is the question.  Literally!

Is love a feeling or an action?

Selfish, worldly love says love is a feeling (fleeting), not a selfless act.  In truth, love is a decision/choice to act.

We Get To Love…

God gave, and gave so freely (John 3:16).

What happens when Romeo is on the horizon and you have lived in your head for so long watching “your script,” that the frames of reality don’t match up with the projection you see?

Here your moment finally shines TO BE, but you blind him with all your preconceived fanatics as to how love is supposed to be. 

That delectable fantasy where you’re expecting to be seen, to be embraced, to be swept literally off of your feet as you’re twirled about and kissed passionately being ever-so-desired is nowhere to be found!

That’s when he runs right past you without even as much as a hint of a raised eyebrow or the infamous nod saying, “What’s up?”

Hello!!!  Can I hear Rejection for our Protection?

The bulk of our sulk engages in a pity party for ONE!  No one is invited to be a part of our drunk and funk wrapped tightly around our gallon of Haagen-Dazs ice cream and Butterfinger shavings. That’s a Blizzard, baby!

Then regurgitated liquid pain announces its arrival between spilled over salty tears from chasers of Tequila (To-Kill-Ya) and the crime of the lime removing all blinders and resounding reminders of…

…we are loved more than we will ever know by Someone who died to know us (paraphrasing Romans 5:8).

I have hung a love lock or two in my lifetime, but only one remains. Knowing that someone was willing to die JUST TO KNOW ME, well, that is the one Who holds my heart key and where my heart is devoted. The One who will never LEAVE ME nor FORSAKE ME!

Blameless Locked Up Heart

Love is always flowing and always changing!

Love is an action.  It affords us with a choice.  Since it’s fluid, we get to make the decision to love and to receive.  Love is “TO BE” that love.  To be requires action with a decision.  We have the choice to act and to receive.

Dare…

To Be The Love!

When love is to be, love will never fail!  I dare you to LOVE!  Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy. Love is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its way and forgives (so hard!). Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Love never ends (1 Corinthians 13:1-8).

Have we romanticized love so much that we forgot love is an action and not a feeling?

Love is “To Be” that Love

When I start demanding I need to be loved, that is my trigger screaming I am lacking intimacy with my Lord. God designed us to be loved, but primarily by Him meeting our every need first.  

We are much better spouses, present and available friends when we know and walk in His Great Love. We’re less needy, selfish and demanding…

When You Need To Be Loved

I’m the first to admit that I’m needy for love; God’s love! I need to hide myself in my Lord’s Love often so my love tank can be full.

After all, like Augustine said, “God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.” Now, that’s the liquid courage and LOVE needed for every day!

Blameless Animated Heart

When I’m falling into the pits of depression, discouragement and doubt, I go to passages and pray them out loud… “Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul” (Psalm 143:8).

Knowing I am loved by someone who died to know “just me,” what a shot of confidence and boost of courage to face each and every day.

We get to be loved!

 

 

Next time you need “To Be Loved,” be that love first!

Until next time…

Blameless Flower 6.6

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I Cried When I Was Denied…

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I Cried When I Was Denied…

But I Never Died!

The morning coffee buzz from being drunk on too much caffeine, along with the clanging plates from the waitresses rushing to cater to every need, drowned out the sobering convulsions conveyed from the beaten and burned beloved.

From rejected to accepted!

Cigarette burns and bruises to any part of your body is considered torture and abusive!

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Somebody is always listening…

If truth be told, I prefer my morning brew in the comforts of my own home, preferably in bed, along with my morning devotional time spent at my Lord’s feet opening up my Bible.  The sounds from Mr. Owl chiming in with his whoot-whoots as the orchestra of frogs rib-bit out a beat or two in sync with the birds’ melody who excitedly embrace their new day is more than a welcomed sound.

Today was different, though!  Tuesdays we do a Bible study for the homeless beloveds that would like to know how to experience this great love affair trusting and waltzing with the Lord after being abused myself.  I am writing this Bible study called God’s Great Love Changes Everything specifically catered to our homeless! 

After only receiving a couple of RSVPs for tonight’s study and the constant complaints delivered from being cold due to the night’s rain, chocolate chip pancakes and hot coffee seemed to be the menu topic initiated in a community text message about where dinner would be.  This quickly ushered us into meeting at iHop for breakfast along with the Bible study in lieu of dinner. 

Dinners are a rare luxury for the homeless population and Blameless is one of the few organizations that offers hot dinners twice a week.  Usually only breakfast and sack lunches are offered at shelters and churches, so I knew there was a great need behind this need for a breakfast meeting.

Blameless Need Behind Need

Between the noise, we settled in tight as the girls started peeling off their damp scarves and jackets to get warm.  I hadn’t noticed the bruises and lacerations on one beloved until she removed her many layers hiding more than emotional turmoil.  Once the injuries were in full view, I knew we needed intervention to figure out the best protocol to approach this behavior. 

Homeless women tend to be associated with domestic violence encounters because they’re used to living under the fight and flight mentality as a form of protection, no matter how distorted that may appear.  Having a buddy for comfort and protection helps fend off other violent attacks against the homeless along with assurances that their few bags of possessions will still be nearby when they awaken.  But the cost is often great!

This precious beloved shared how she just wanted to be held and comforted because she didn’t end up getting to talk to her son, who had promised to call her over the weekend.  This mama totally understands the love our children cover us with and the rejection that might follow. 

She shared how much she loved her son, but that she was so wrapped up tight living under her own veil of shame and living in the wrong hood (battlefield of the mind), that she just decided to pity party her own disappointment.

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If you’ve ever lived under the demands of abuse, you find yourself living, or surviving, under the confines of mental anguish.  Instead of seeing this pain as a process (a wake-up call to get out), you find it accepting as a permanent residence because you become isolated due to shame with no one to help you get up or out. 

You cried when you were denied, but since you never died, you become quite familiar and comfortable in the most horrid conditions.  When you live in darkness, being out in the light is frightening and quite startling.  Initially…

I shared with the girls how my pain turned into power when I realized that facing this Goliath of fear walking through it scared as hell was the only way to unlock the shackles.  The key was that it would take others to help pick me up each time I fell.  No more isolation. 

Taking baby steps ended the life being subjected to the multitude of abusers while living a life loved and yes, helping others.  That meant acting and living like who God says we are; His works of art! 

We cannot allow this process, being homeless and/or abused, to become our permanent spot.  Engaging in pity parties, having the mindset of a victim and denier, announces the need to break free from the toxicity of this environment. 

Yes, living a life filled with an outpouring of love and peace will be awkward and quite uncomfortable at first, but it will offer us freedom, along with our own tear-stained pillows and soft embrace from the protection and warmth that our own cozy blankets offer. 

I am choosing to honor my Lord by honoring the beloveds He has placed in my life.  I know the Lord will show me how to love others the way in which He loves me so that our faith will grow stronger and deeper in our hearts as we learn to trust in Him.

Until next time…

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