When InHumane Conditions Exist…

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When Inhumane Conditions Exist…

There Is Always Love!

Dreams… Is there such a place where dreams do come true?

Oh wait, isn’t that Disneyland?

No, that’s just a theme…

We ALL need dreams to thrive and not just survive. They’re beautiful reminders of what could be, right?

What happens when a little D.I.R.T. is poured into our dreams? Does that suffocate them?

Would God really consider D.I.R.T. to be a blessing in disguise that ushers us to the Promised Land?

Well, seeds of love often require D.I.R.T. acting as soil that will help initiate the growth and blossoming, so…

But…

D = Disappointment

I = Insecurity

R = Rejection

T = Trouble

We all know the dreaded D.I.R.T.  Sometimes Disappointment arrives needing more than ointment. Insecurity develops robbing us of our security. Good ‘ole Rejection then rolls through starving us of that much-needed affection. And then Trouble rears its ugly head arriving as a strong tower threatening to burst more than our bubble.

Living life homeless is an understatement than the acronym D.I.R.T. defines. The pictures below are but a glimpse of what homelessness is like under the umbrella of inhumane conditions. Many homeless just sleep directly on the cement sidewalks.

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The amazing thing about our Jesus is, when seeds of love are sprinkled about, new life suddenly appears. And when this new life sprouts up towards the light, it is given a second chance for life by reaching up and grabbing ahold of the hand that is extended. All because of L-O-V-E.

Seeds of love, mixed with tears of compassion, and nourishment filled with interaction and engagement, grew into this young man named Trev. I am honored and bouncing like a Mexican jelly bean in excitement to relate that Trev WAS A HOMELESS man.

Not anymore…

Through many amazing people and resources that I am blessed to surround my life with, Trev now has his own legal residential address and is being given a second chance at life. He grabbed the hand that was being utilized as God’s hands and feet.

He wants to do something in the veterinarian genre, so hopefully he will be able to give back to the homeless community with all the animals that accompany the homeless.

You see, I want to be different. I want to radiate LOVE. I see these homeless beloveds as our Beautiful Jesus does; treasured family. I want the fire living inside of me to effect everyone. I refuse to be stuck in the typical pattern of society’s egotism and blindness.

Trev gave me permission to write about him. He is one of a few beloveds that I will follow closely throughout their lives because relationships were made and they’re a reminder of how God’s Great Love Changes Everything…

I refer to Trev as my chocolate son. He is an amazing young man who made a few mistakes leading to bad decisions that led him to a homeless lifestyle. It does not mean that his life doesn’t matter!

Living on skid row down in Sacramento is the pit of hell. It is violent and dangerous. But LOVE diffuses more than crime. It encourages second chances through the offering of the olive branch.

With over a million-plus in total homeless population, 24% of that total number residing right here in California, highlighting the 28% increase in homelessness in my own backyard, Roseville, something has to be done. Time to take off our blinders.

I understand that serving the homeless isn’t for everyone. I spent many months guarding my own heart for fear that I was not cut out for it. It’s not glamorous. But as the picture reflects, I was crying big time, but they were tears of joy that Trev trusted me enough to engage in and share his life and the many broken pieces that led him to be a part of the homelessness. This relationship and trust took over four months of weekly contact to develop the nurturing and guidance. With God, all things are possible!

It takes a village of people to stabilize this epidemic of homelessness. Action is needed, not lip service! It takes everyone coming together to attack it through time, money, resources, commitment and dedication! One reason why I started Blameless…

Without my amazing resources and special team that are involved in this homeless epidemic in varying aspects; like Stacia, for opening up the gates of heaven with her angelic voice that draws others in as she is singing; Laura, for her commitment in loving on the homeless and being connected to one amazing county resource who places homeless people in HUD-owned properties; Becky, who works all day in the streets full of crime looking for those who she can place within county guidelines and budget; Eric, who loves ALL and will give you the shirt off of his back if you need it; and Dan for listening to me cry, grieve and bitch that enough is not being done quick enough when we’re driving away after another day…

Cheers! Here’s to you, Trev. We love you, are so proud of you, and are excited to see what all the Lord is doing through you and your life! Your life matters! Thank you for allowing me to sojourn with you!

Come be different with me… It’s a beautiful life radiating the love of Christ!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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Spreading Seeds Of Love…

Blameless Hands Open Field

Spreading Seeds of Love!

Seeds direct us toward an area where we can cultivate what God has planted down deep inside of us.

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Spreading Seeds of Love!

It’s harvest time. We will never know how far our seeds of love and commitment will reach or what it will look like until we plant it and watch it grow.

We all have dormant seeds laying inside of us. Lord knows, I had no idea that at my golden age, I could possibly have anything left laying dormant inside of me. Boy, was I wrong!

Breaking Free Announces Me!

Sweet friend, I don’t know about you, but I was tired of living my life being told what I can’t be while living another person’s dream.

Breaking free from all the weeds that were threatening to choke the very life out of me all due to fears and insecurities is empowering and full of rewards. I stopped believing the lies of the enemy that told me what I could or could not be.

We don’t have to wait until we get to heaven to experience what the kingdom of God is like and the power available to us this side of heaven. After all, Jesus brought heaven down for us. 

The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field (Matthew 13:24-43). The kingdom has small beginnings, like our seeds of love, but it will grow and produce amazing results.

Sowing seeds of love will eventually be reaped. We can never grow weary of that promise.

Now this rejuvenated and confident beloved is living each moment who God designed me to be. 

What a treasured daughter I am! And I’m so loved, even valued, just the way I am…

When we get in the right atmosphere and spread seeds of His Great Love, we start turning into powerful and magnetic beloveds no one has ever seen before. Especially ourselves!

Getting stuck in performance and doing what others expect because that is the ruling “condition” upon being loved is suffocating. But once we’re awakened to who God says we are and were created to be, mastering the unforced rhythms of grace is easy-breezy.

Say goodbye to the old people-pleasing trait, you know, the exhausted performance-driven beloved. You are enough, just the way you are!

Time to embrace the treasure that’s been buried deep below every shovel full of shame and insecurities fearing that the beautiful you was not enough.

You. Are. Enough. And. Highly. Prized.

We never find out who we are because we’re so busy living someone else’s dream!

Blameless Light Of Your Love

Arise and shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you (Isaiah 60:1). It’s time to cultivate. It’s time to harvest. It’s time we believe and live out the truths that dreams can and do come true.

Spreading seeds of love directs us toward an area where we can cultivate and harvest what God has planted deep inside of us.

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How many times can you say you found love out in the open field? 

Until next time… 

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

 

He Is Risen!

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Why Do You Look For The Living Among The Dead? 

He is not Here…

He has Risen!

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He is Risen!

Happy Easter, Beautiful!  I pray you’re able to abide in and grasp the Power of the Resurrection today.

Oh my, talk about life-sustaining L-O-V-E!!! 

That’s the definition of unconditional love, life-sustaining love.

Receive it…

Believe it…

Breathe it in…

Rest in it…

That’s the beauty of the Cross…

Our Beautiful Jesus invites us to dine with Him,

From now through all eternity.

Believe in the Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost,

And dine with Jesus as your host.

To live in Heaven eternally,

All you must do is…

Believe and R.S.V.P.

 

Blameless It Is Finished

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

Blameless Luke 24.5.6

 

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

And Your Secret Sauce Is…

 And Your Secret Sauce Is…

“Enthusiasm Is A Supernatural Serenity”

Henry David Thoreau

I walked into the high-rise building wearing my superhero attitude and high-heeled boots relishing sanguine expectations. “Enthusiasm can help you find the new doors, but it takes passion to open them. If you have a strong purpose in life, you don’t have to be pushed. Your passion will drive you there.”

Thank you, Roy T. Bennett, for blessing me with words to live by!

Warning: I’m a contagious carrier of enthusiasm!

The panel started taking their seats as I was ushered to mine, center stage. Sitting before me in an interrogation manner was a panel of 13 peers. With laser-beam eyes penetrating straight through my heart and into my soul, I felt exposed and naked. Talk about uncomfortable. And I had nowhere to run and hide.

I had this overwhelming sense of dread. Similar to what the adulterous woman in the Bible must have felt who was literally caught in the act. Here she was being carried away and rushed towards judgment and death without the other participating party. She was in shock and thrown forcibly to the ground; bound to meet her demise being stoned to death by her peers (John 8:1-11).

Fear is dreadful!

I was surrounded by 13 chairs (yes, lucky 13) in a semi-circle manner. A few members of the panel were even outside of my peripheral vision.

Rule Number 1, always know where your enemy is.

My eyes quickly scanned the room for an emergency exit. That is one of the first things you’re taught in the academy. Naturally, this exit was too far to flee quickly.

Oh, vanity! That deceitful empowerment I get when wearing those high-heeled boots…

A graceful exit?

NOT…

More like a bruised ego!

As I took a deep breath, my mind inquires how and why I’m here? I don’t need a job. Lord knows, I need sleep! Maybe a few donors and monetary partners for the nonprofit’s setup and homeless needs, but…

Suddenly, loud proclamations interrupt…

I’m creating an extraordinary life to make a difference in the world. 

The sweat from my pits only enhances my nervous ditz as I try and take control of a heart rate that begins to frustrate!

“Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.”

Thank you, Steve Maraboli.

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Be the Light!

I looked up and forgot for a magical moment, you know those unforced rhythms of grace, that I was being scrutinized and examined by my peers.

Their silence was eerie. You could literally hear a pin drop.

Due to the lengthy silence, my heart had given way to shallow idling and a cottonmouth that would take a big-rig mechanic’s pliers to pry open.

They just sat there comatose, dead silent, while offering nothing but suggesting a super-size distress signal…

Mayday! Mayday!

Between their laser-beam eyes looking up and down, a few nods of affirmation and a whole lot of rejection rolls of the eyes sizing me up, nothing was said.

Can I hear awkward?

Then it happened, after 4.33 bloody minutes (their timer) of the torturing silence, their blackout awakened. Out of nowhere, a helium-sucking voice muttered, “What’s your secret sauce?”

I cracked…

I cursed…

I tinkled…

I lost it!

When I say “I cracked,” I am talking about an uncontrolled heckling mirroring a laughing hyena.

My children can vouch how I’ve had to hide under a table or two due to the uncontrolled release of toxins and stressors conducted through laughing. They may laugh, but it’s more of an embarrassment at my cost.

With my cheeks flaming with humiliation, the burn intensified from their piercing eyes and disgusted mannerisms. They found absolutely no humor in the aforementioned.

What’s a girl supposed to do now?

Think…

What is my focus?

Not happening right now.

What is my passion? My gifts?

Hot ooey-gooey molasses of shame coated my royal veins as thousands upon thousands of unwanted adornment, beads of sweat, bounced off and found their way dripping down my face.

Now that’s attractive!

Forget the pits of the ditz!

This river of sweat marshaled my anxiety right into hyperventilation.

Calling all angel armies to the rescue!

Blameless Enthusiasm

I’m trying to remember that I’m creating an extraordinary life to make a difference in the world. And that means it’s all about the journey, not the end result!

What’s my secret sauce?

My gift of enthusiasm is what breathes life and energy into my weary bones to accomplish great things that will glorify my Lord.

So this means when we have enthusiasm, the yoke carried from the weight of fear, rejection and doubt loses its power over our lives (Matthew 11:29-30), right?

I want to master the unforced rhythms of grace.

Live, Laugh, Love

According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of secret sauce is “an element, quality, ability, or practice that makes something or someone successful or distinctive.”

Since my gift of “enthusiasm” fits the bill, remembering that enthusiasm comes from two Greek words: en + theos is God, which is literally God within us, but theos also means inspired, God-inspired.

When we put them together, it relates to God’s enthusiasm, the secret sauce, needed to create an extraordinary life that makes a difference.

That’s called a Legacy of Love!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

 

A Girl Becomes A Woman…

A Girl Becomes A Woman When She Learns To Love HERSELF More Than She Loves A Man!

Words filled with hate and torturing venom penetrate into the girl’s heart and soul. The beautiful beloved gasps for air as she digests and searches for comfort between her regurgitated fears and her tear-stained cheeks flaming with humiliation.

She ponders her worth and self-esteem after every assault and affair. “I’m not enough! I don’t belong here. I’m a failure. Why won’t he love me?”

I picked up and allowed bad behaviors to infect and direct my life while learning coping mechanisms that provided nothing besides locking myself up in my own self-constructed cell of hell. I employed protection from the hard hats; construction crews of fear. This crew of fear built barriers around my heart that further wrapped me in emotional isolation and insecurities.

My choices reflected my fears, not my hopes!

That was before I knew God…

I never understood self-love and what self-compassion entailed. I lived out learned behaviors that dictated even if both of my legs were broken (or back), I kept going. No healing going on here…

Fake it until you make it, baby!

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Confidence is Silent. Insecurities are Loud!

The enemy uses whatever weakness and temptation he can to derail us. When insecurities are loud, we become easily depressed and discouraged. Talk about distraction at its finest.

We even desire to live out Nelson Mandela’s wisdom, “May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”

But how do we live that out?

Sadly, a majority of my choices in the past reflected my fears and not my hopes. Had I only known that in order to be a woman, I had to learn to love myself first. And that required knowing who God said I was.

God teaches us magnificently who we are and how to love a man; and others, for that matter.

Blameless Dressed In Confidence

God’s Beautiful Beloveds dress themselves in confidence every day. They refuse to wear another’s insecurities!

I grow weary of wearing other people’s insecurities. Don’t you?

Their insecurities don’t fit. They’re either too restrictive, too heavy, expose way too much or uncomfortable! They itch, they inflame, and they inject pain in each layer. Plus talk about heavy baggage!

Time to dress myself in confidence instead. Confidence fits. It’s lighter. Confidence compliments and enhances our beauty!

What a concept!

Hello…

I love confidence… the way it feels… the comfort… the ease… and how it radiates and enhances who I am! It makes me feel…

B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l!

“A girl becomes a woman when she learns to love herself more than she loves a man” does not mean that we teach our daughters and granddaughters to be selfish Brides of Frankenstein. 

Or wait…

Isn’t that called a Bridezilla?

Blameless Mirror Fright

I’ll say it, sometimes the reflection scares the ugly right out of me…

God Is Our First Love!

If we learn to put the Lord first, we will be able to love ourselves and others. We will learn how to set boundaries through communication and confidence. We won’t be easily angered. We will be patient and kind. Not rude. We will keep no record of wrongs…

Hello…

Do I hear forgiving?

We will also know to run to our Papa God when our love tanks are low in order to get fueled up.

You know, when PMS strikes or those hot flashes are no match for those crocodile tears and manic ricocheting daggers because of our lack of hormones and escalated emotional needs!!!

Run…

Quick!!!

Embracing Jesus to fill up our love tanks, He reminds us of our worth and value. Then we’re able to love others and not be needy beloveds.

There’s nothing more frightening than a needy beloved!

Before Christ, I ran after unhealthy relationships. I was so busy allowing people to assault and abuse me, being controlled by their dangling of performance-based love and manipulation, I became an angry doormat instead of a confident beloved.

There was never any time or ROOM for healthy relationships. I was too busy covering up and sweeping other people’s junk underneath the rug instead of exposing it and walking away, while hiding underneath my veil of shame.

When you don’t know what real love is like, you become desperate for any sort of attention and affection, negative or otherwise! Love isn’t supposed to hurt! But… loving a girl who hasn’t learned to love herself first is one of the hardest things to do!

Blameless Bride Loves Herself

Human love is considered an intimate affair. Beautifully so. Song of Songs 8:6-7 relates love as strong as death and jealousy (passion) as intense as the grave.

Song of Songs 8:6-7 (NIV)

6 Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of one’s house for love,
it would be utterly scorned.

Being God’s treasured daughter affords self-love and self-compassion. Us girls need to learn to love ourselves first before we can possibly love another man. In order to love ourselves, we need to experience daily the love of our Father and that requires engaging in a relationship with Him. What a beautiful endearment!

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

To Belittle…

To Belittle Is To

be little!

Should you ever find yourself the victim of another’s bitterness, their smallness, or even their insecurities, remember… things could be worse… you could be them!

Oh my…

No, thank you! I’ve had my fill of the angry birds and abusers for a lifetime.

Today I was reminded of God’s amazing love and His protection in guarding my heart when a family member attacked and belittled me.

Abusers are a part of my DNA. Lord knows I’ve learned from the best! But one thing I have learned and am so grateful for is, Greater is He that lives in me than he that is in the world (1 John 4:4).

The beauty of transformation. Thank you, Jesus!

And I don’t take “my DNA” lightly. The blood that runs through my veins now is kingdom-filled and full of life flowing with God’s Love, not hate and spite of the enemy that comes to kill, steal and destroy!

Am I upset?

It’s time to break through the mold and thank Jesus for His life and freedom in being beautiful beloveds who are dearly loved, imperfect and yet, His magnificent works of art, right?

I want to be free of all these deeply-seated wounds and the broken pieces that are hindering me from my God-given identity and purpose.

How about you?

Blameless Breaking Free

When another belittles or tries to pretend we’re a bad person so they don’t feel guilty about the things they did personally to us or said about us, running from confrontation and any accountability whatsoever, we are most like Christ when we remain silent under attack.

And let me be brutally honest here…

It is sooooo freakin’ stinkin’ hard to remember this when being assaulted. People can be savage!

Belittle may be defined as to “make (someone or something) seem unimportant,” but that’s an understatement. People are cruel. Even family members. This is their way of projecting their insecurities onto others and what they wished they actually were.

So when walking through another’s assault that deems my life as “worthless,” the sole blame for their problems, it is near impossible to be quiet.

Where’s my voice, Lord?

Gag me with peace!

How can my breastplate be shielding my heart when I can still feel pain ricocheting off my shield?

This breastplate of righteousness is what protects and guards our heart which is the very seat of our emotions, you know, our self-worth and trust factor.

Thank God I’ve been touched by my Beautiful Jesus who loves me and I can run to Him for refuge knowing He’ll never forsake me.

When you’ve been completely rejected and abandoned, you need tender coddling and assurance to deal with persecution and courage to walk through life confident and strong.

Sweet friends, the piercing of our hearts requires immediate healing so the pain will not attach and fester into a venomous bitter root. When stuffed down, it will eventually mirror the aggressor’s ugly actions with death rolling from our tongues!

This reiterates why James talks about the tongue being a small but powerful member that destroys everyone and everything in its path (James 3:1-12). Who needs to fear a nuclear war when our mouths are more destructive?

Forgive me for the profanity below, but it speaks to my carnality as it releases toxins from the sting incurred from an embittered person’s assaults.

Blameless Projection Accountability

Just being transparent…

It’s hard to pray for those who hurt us, but loving our enemies and doing good to those who hate us is brutally challenging. Not to mention blessing those who curse us is even harder (Luke 6:27-29).

I’m still a work in progress, but it can be done when we’re filled with God’s Love.

Remembering to be on guard equipped with our shields of faith when assaults come out of nowhere takes practice. We lose our focus easily. Guarding our hearts and minds requires being grounded daily in God’s Word. This helps thwart the attacks from distracting us and subtracting our worth.

Our worth was never theirs to give us in the first place, so they cannot take away what was not theirs to give anyways.

Words hurt. They sting. They rob us and can leave us depleted!

Belittling is flat-out cruel and a form of emotional abuse. The best rebuttal is to love and respond with a blessing. That takes a BIG heart of courage! Any fool can retaliate; just saying…

God wants His Beautiful Beloveds building others up because we know what it’s like to be torn down and ripped to shreds.

So…

“Never let anyone belittle you. Their unkind words are a reflection of their insecurities and what they wish for you to be.” Trust in yourself and believe in who God says you are:

His Masterpiece!

Until next time...

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

 

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