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Giving God The Right To Direct Our Lives!

I will trust Him along the way.  I may stomp and pout, but I’ll give Him elbow room so He can pull it off perfectly!

Gotta let go to know…

Hi friends and family!  When you’re in a dilemma or wanting to do something B-I-G (understatement) and everyone seems to be a naysayer, who or what is your go-to? 

Where do you usually turn?

I used to go directly to my friends FIRST because I value their opinion.  But there’s good reason the Lord cautions us to go to Him first and discuss the matter.  With our friends being so much like us, they’ll usually only tell us what we want to hear anyways, or…

I mean, to tell you to invest thousands of dollars more when they think you’re crazy to begin with is a risky event.

sometimes you just have to put on your big girl panties and deal with it

So…  I decided to just put on my big girl panties and walk by faith.

After all, God brought me to such a time as this…

God cares and when we act at the right time, God will use our courage for the purpose He places us in.

I feel our brave men and women who put their lives on the line each and every day should be treated with respect and honor.

When was the last time you told a law enforcement officer how much you appreciated them?

I’m waffling between radical faith and doubt here.  I’m stressing, putting in an extra 20, 30 hours a week of additional work that is not needed, taking away elbow room God might require to bless me with His undeniable supernatural favor.

Having a Plan B, doing EVERYTHING humanly possible, doesn’t require faith or trust.  It’s called CONTROLLING and MANIPULATING the situation!

Why do we doubt and sabotage and cause ourselves anxieties?  That’s the definition of a double-minded, unstable Beloved.  And I don’t want my faith to be tossed to and fro.

Blameless Grab Me By The Bit...

Holy Spirit keeps nudging me about not having to grab me by the bit to redirect my stubborn fits!

We know we’ve got an awesome God when Holy Spirit convicts and speaks to us like He does.  Hee-haw!  Then again, He does know our hearts and minds. He is our Comforter, our Counselor, our BFF!

When we faith the fear, and I’m talking thousands of dollars it will cost if I fail, not to mention the cost of humiliation, solely to give back to those who do so much for us, it’s scary not knowing if you’re going to get enough donations to make it happen. 

With over 500 tickets requested from just a few law enforcement agencies, and requests are still pouring in, my heart grieves to not be able to fulfill their wishes.  Blessing them with free tickets to their event honoring them is a priviledge!

And here I was led to believe that I was too much to handle?

Ha…

God just reiterates, “I will stay close to you, instructing and guiding you along the pathway for your life.  I will advise you along the way and lead you forth with my eyes as your guide.  So don’t make it difficult; don’t be stubborn when I take you where you’ve not been before.  Don’t make me tug you and pull you along.  Just come with me” (Psalm 32:8-9 TPT).

I love when I stay present.  When I focus on God and not my anxieties, I’m able to see the treasures God places along my path that bring me comfort and confirmation. That’s Papa God’s way of saying, “I see you and love you, Beloved.” 

This plane says “RESCUE” with a missile hole-turned-heart alongside of the aircraft!

That plane needed some pink hearts to speak life into all those bullet holes.

Enough said…

Blameless Rescue...

I laugh as I’m listening to a Joyce Meyer’s sermon as I’m typing this, stressed.  Joyce was saying something like, “If you’re passionate about something and doubt is driving you nuts wanting confirmation (hello), follow your passion, shut up and move forward.” 

I love that woman!

That my life will never be the same; to go up and never stop.

Blameless Go Up and Never Stop

I’ve decided to faith the fear and Go up and never stop!  So 500 tickets it is!

Where God guides, He always provides!

If you would like to partner with me in prayer for abundant favor and provision, maybe even donate, our expectations will deliver, Where God guides, He always provides!

So my nonprofit is not going for 100 tickets dedicated to law enforcement officers and the fallen families, we’re going for 500.

Go up and never stop…

Up, up and away…

After all, God is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine…

So I’m giving God the right to direct my life and we’ll watch together!

Blameless Go Up and Never Stop!

Yes, it means that much to me…

Until next time…

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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…

Thank You For Being

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God’s Great Love Changes Everything!

Blameless Martin

God’s Great Love Changes Everything!

Love Offers Hope.  Hope Develops Confidence.  Confidence Leads To Action.  Action Results In Change!

Albert Einstein was onto something when he stated, “The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing!”

When we encounter homeless beloveds, our natural reaction generally triggers dismay along with blinders because it exposes the depth of our hearts.

Shallowness!

Ouch!  If you’re anything like I used to be, you become appalled when you encounter the homeless.  Do you discount them as losers?  Even refer to them as junkies and beggars with mental illness?  Or do you judge and group them together as lost souls who are polluting our rivers and streams and becoming public safety toxins?

Sadly, Einstein’s analogy is exactly how we, as a society, have been operating and dealing with the homeless.  We need to facilitate an emergent change because this homeless epidemic is out of control and it’s birthing hate, division and war instead. 

Casting and shifting blame onto our overwhelmed governmental programs, lack of law enforcement implementation and nonprofit organizations scrambling to find needed finances to create shelters, carrying the full weight of society’s expectations in finding a remedy obviously has failed.  We need education and awareness of this process while becoming part of the front lines that are no match to this Goliath.

Blameless and Forever Free Ministries continues to become equally frustrated at the increasing numbers.  This nonprofit has found that incorporating God’s Great Love and treating the homeless as our own family with the addition of their “A Beautiful You” homeless events where outreach is geared towards providing nourishment spiritually, physically and emotionally is conquering this battlefield one life at a time, one day at a time.

Should we give up because society dictates a numbers game so responsibility is relinquished? 

Every life matters so one life saved is victory!

The founder of Blameless and Forever Free Ministries has spent the last year doing life with the homeless, getting to know the need underlying the needs, and is going to try as humbly as possible to share her raw, true feelings comparing the pain and shock from the loss of her own first husband succumbing to the death delivered from alcohol addiction, depression along with homelessness, to spending a Friday evening eating dinner and listening to the story of a working homeless man, to starting a charitable organization catered to the many facets of homelessness.

Homelessness hurts and effects everyone.  Whether you’re a family member, an ex-spouse, a child/parent, taxpayer, you name it, we’re all being effected one way or another.  We can no longer relinquish responsibility.

I pray that I can somehow share openly my past judgments with candor while offering awareness to just how long it takes to cut through the bureaucratic red tape to find governmental help along with the stigma that mental illness carries to a world who is just now being introduced to the painful consequences that has been swept underneath the rug for generations. 

I am going to start showcasing one homeless beloved a month so you might understand their story; how they get to where they are and why they still remain abandoned and rejected.  Shame is a hard outer shell to crack through, much less rehabilitate.

The man above is Martin.  Martin thought he was going to die homeless with his Stage 4 colon cancer.  Outreach offered me the ability to befriend Martin, engage in fellowship with him, along with introducing him to Christ. 

Martin’s lens had been clouded and tainted by life, pain delivered through tragedy and rejection, but once we got him reading glasses, a Bible, and a whole lot of love emulating our Beautiful Jesus, Martin soon realized his life mattered.  He didn’t need as much alcohol that once dictated every decision he made (liquid courage, NOT!!!).  He realized he belonged and is now living comfortably in Sacramento with his sister and family. 

Martin, I love you and miss you dearly.  Thank you for teaching me the simplicity in sharing that I’m not the only one who becomes giddy watching the twilight of the moon dance through the trees while howling like a wolf when the moon becomes full. 

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My mission with Blameless and Forever Free Ministries is not to encounter the appalling picture above anymore encamped alongside of our grocery stores.  Not all homeless want help, including Martin’s friend passed out in the photo above, but roughly 40% of our homeless do. 

And with our amazing God and all the precious beloveds dedicated to being His hands and feet, contributing to the welfare and outpouring of God’s Great Love, rehabilitation is awakened, proving with God, all things are possible! 

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

 

I Just Called To Say… Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

 I Just Called To Say…

…I Love You & Share I Care!

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The Lord sustains them on their sickbed and restores them from their bed of illness (Psalm 41:3).

Hi Beautiful! I hope you received the many prayers offered up last week asking Beautiful Jesus to cover us with undeniable peace and joy. What a way to open the floodgates of compassion. After all, that is the gift of the Holy Spirit’s work in our lives! It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

I don’t know about you, but I have been held captive and bed-bound by that funky flu. I’ve never held onto a high fever for more than a couple of days and felt every joint in my body scream for more than ice cream!

Being sick sucks, especially when you have to miss out on a Jesus Culture concert and conference, along with doing life with peeps you just love to eternity. Too many days being blue with the flu!

I have been crying out like a baby, Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint; heal me, LORD, for my bones are in agony (Psalm 6:2).

No Need To Be Blue With The Flu,

We Love You!

How many times have we all been blue with the flu or down with another ailment like insecurities, anxiety or depression and feel rejected and unloved because our presence wasn’t acknowledged being absent and no one seemed too concerned to reach out and inquire as to why?

I admit, I’m a beloved who has a hard time being receptive to this special kind of love because I’m the one who is generally taking care of others and I don’t want to be a burden.

Oftentimes, I find myself pushing away these treasured tokens of love subconsciously that others are trying to bless me with, like picking up prescriptions, juice, soup, you name it, all due to not wanting to impose.

Time is Treasure!

Being graced multiple times during this flu bout in having some sugar poured out on me was a true gift. They not only acknowledged I was missing in action and being pretty quiet, but they were concerned enough to reach out and call to find out.

The blessings found through the valuable couple of minutes deposited a treasure chest overflowing with L-O-V-E!

 

Power of Prayer!

The most valuable and precious gift that helped me receive this outpouring of love was the intimate blessings delivered during prayers.

Prayers bond us intimately to others. They sustain us and they open the door to the vulnerability knocking. There’s also power in numbers, so bring the prayer chain and warriors on.

I just called… to say I love you!

There’s a reason our Lord arms us with His strength to press through sickness and disease by equipping us with the gift of friendships that will help carry our load. He doesn’t want His beloveds discouraged and defeated, defenseless to any dreaded disease.

Our lives are often full of battles, filled with stresses and anxieties. Add sickness to the list and it makes life hard to show up and get loved on. Phone calls and prayers cure all, keeps others protected from the cesspool of funky flu drool, and sprinkles life with love through prayers. They are rare, but they show we care!

God gave us courage-infusing and peace-giving passages that all of us need to boldly proclaim warrior status for good reason. For instance, Proverbs 12:25 expresses, “An anxious heart weights a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.”

A. Kind. Word. Cheers. Him. Up.

A quick call to see what is needed and prayer (not the time to purge your junk) cheers us beloveds up because it shows someone cares.

I become weakened when I suffer through sickness, emotionally and spiritually. When I suffer, I fret and worry and find myself parked in the wrong hood (mindset) because I’m sick and sulking and can’t show up to be encouraged and supported.

Blameless Sick and Struggling

Weekly Challenge:  Let’s be beloveds that reach out in being God’s hands and feet this week. Let’s radiate His love and spread sunshine to those who have been living under cloudy skies.

If we haven’t connected with an old friend for a while due to schedule conflicts or have noticed that a brother or sister is missing in action at church, let’s be beloveds that reach out and pour love into their lives while inquiring about their absence.

What an amazing way to show another they’re loved, their life matters, they’re affirmed and they’re missed! Talk about an antidote that cures all.

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

Blameless Rainbow That Keeps Giving

When Your Child Asks For Prayer!

A Labor Of Love…

A Mother Holds Her Child’s Hand, For Just A Short Time, But Holds Their Hearts Forever!

As I sat in the chilling and all-too-familiar courtroom making small talk with the surrounding attorneys, fear of doom ushered me right into a place of needed defibrillation. My broken heart could not restore stable rhythm. These palpitations were caused merely by fear!

This courtroom battle is tied with an umbilical cord all around it.

I cherish these rare glimpses of his presence. They fill my depleted heart with warmth and comfort that only he can deliver. I couldn’t wait for this sustainable joy to be released throughout the courtroom when his presence entered.

You see, this joystick I was waiting for is packaged in a 6’5″ bundle of sunshine shackled in chains along with a bright orange county jail uniform. Those brief two- to three-second eye contacts with “I love you, mom” mutters had become the norm and the only visualization I would be blessed with each month for 14 straight months. 

I became more acquainted with every inch of his blonde hairline and the back of his head that I once cupped and rubbed as I nursed him, along with witnessing his body language displaying defeat and despair. Weekly visits consist of 30-minute video visitations where I try and share the love with matching colors. Blondes do look great in orange!

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From the outside, this photograph above that was taken at Disneyland almost 20 years ago portrays a beautiful family happily on a treasured holiday. What you don’t see is the pain behind the facades painted so brightly. We were as tight and challenged as The Three Musketeers, but without the help emotionally, spiritually, physically and financially from a father figure and familial support, the tight rope became weakened and the roles somehow became displaced.

The payback for surviving this labor of love is oftentimes bittersweet. One must undergo grueling pain and hopelessness before the miraculous occurs!

My heart leans into my source of peace and power for the electrical stimulation to jolt my heart back into normal sinus rhythm by remembering the story of Hagar and Ishmael in the book of Genesis. They were basically cast away, cut off, because they threatened the heir with their existence.

As Hagar leaned in and called out to God in her distress, God met her right where she was and comforted her. She called God “El-Roi,” which in the original Hebrew tongue means “The God who sees” (Genesis 16:13).

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I don’t know where you are today, but you are seen by God!

In this bizarre season of despair and fear the past 14 months just waiting for a court trial date, knowing your son feels unseen, worthless, not understood, nor defended, rips this mother’s heart to the core because there’s nothing I can do anymore except to trust the One who is writing my son’s story and to love and support him all I can.

I can do this because I know the Lord hears my relentless cries and pleas for help similar to how God heard Hagar in Genesis 16. God met Hagar right where she was. God continues to meet me right where I am.

People judge. People ostracize. Family ridicules and forsakes. Church members gossip. People fear you. Friends walk away. People demand YOU SHOULD BE DOING X, Y and Z, but fail to do anything except criticize and point fingers. Families divide.

Where’s the Love?

Whatever happened to “innocent until proven guilty” and “unconditional love”?

God is meeting my son right where he is. This wilderness is exactly the place where my son is seen by God. Not only seen, but now my son understands, “I have now seen the One who sees me.”

He can’t run or hide from God in jail. All he can do is look up and see how much God loves him and accepts him just the way he is. He is finally seeing that there is nothing he has to do to be loved by God. It’s not by belief systems, performance, denomination, works, conformity, you name it. His life matters and is worthy to be loved.

I no longer follow the Lord out of fear;

Instead, I follow the Lord out of Love!

I have walked quite a journey with the Lord; learning to follow Him through Love rather than follow Him out of fear. I have learned the meaning behind God’s attributes; His heart, His grace, His deep mercies and His will over time. He has never forsaken me. I am able to trust Him like a child in His provision.

There is nothing more torturous, more indescribable, than the shame and guilt a mother often feels when her child does something wrong, says the wrong thing, doesn’t act a certain way, or cannot fulfill society’s standard of perfection.

When a mother has to come to terms with the imperfections and the incomprehensible conduct of a world demanding perfection with no shortage of flaming arrows of torture, emotional darts of judgment and/or condemnation, life can be brutal at best.

With so much hate in the world, how does one scurry up enough compassion and devotion when your life feels defeated and hopeless?

God knew the solution to my need because He saw me. In simple words, my son said, “Mom, will you pray for me? I need those prayers!”

Mom, will you pray for me? I need those prayers!

The strength found in this umbilical cord that is sustaining and holding together this labor of love is powerful… Power of Prayer!

Ask a mother who’s been pushed to her knees due to a corrupt justice system, excessive force within our correctional facilities, bullying from law enforcement usurping their power and authority, and carrying shame and disgrace from the casting of judgment and condemnation.

I am not going to fear our story, especially when we’re right smack in the middle of it!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!