Prayers Needed For Our Children and Schools

Prayers Deliver Needed Change…

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!

“My daughter has no voice. She was murdered last week, shot nine times on the third floor,” said Andrew Pollack. Father of one of the 17 victims in Florida’s school shooting massacre.

He continues, “This shouldn’t happen. We go to the airport, I can’t get on the plane with a bottle of water, but we leave some animal to walk into a classroom and shoot our children.”

The remnants of another tragic school shooting massacre.  It’s time the voices of the victims be heard and not muted. Prayer is needed for protection and guidance.

We cannot merely leave it at prayer, though. We must come back together in unity and work proactively! Trauma interrupts routine. Prayer initiates C-H-A-N-G-E!

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Since Jesus loves the little children of the world, shouldn’t we?  With another violent school shooting, it’s time that WE ALL COME TOGETHER IN AGREEMENT and begin PRAYING for the angel armies to lead and build a hedge of protection surrounding our schools, the precious children, teachers, the staff, and the surrounding grounds.

There is already enough crime infiltrating and infecting our schools today through drugs and bullying. We have taken for granted that our schools are safe environments. Hurt people hurt others and sadly, our kids are not exempt. That’s generally where the pain originates. 

Coming together interlinked with empowerment delivers the awareness and education that our children need to help keep them safe. Understanding we can no longer shelter them by sequestration is vital. All that is doing is instilling fear and leaving them vulnerable to attack when they leave their nests, their safe-havens.

Let’s introduce them to the outpouring of L-O-V-E Himself that is very much alive!

Living in an evil world where the enemy roams around looking for someone to devour, we need to get back to the basics by bringing God back into our lives and schools! It’s sad how we continue to shake our fists at the Lord when we’ve completely rejected and removed Him from our lives.

Jesus is our Great Advocate and it is our responsibility to know our role here in bringing justice and implementing it in our society. That takes a village with many eyes and ears to keep watch.

Everyone…

Has…

A part…

And role…

In building…

Lives…

And restoring…

Protection and peace!

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Every Decision To Live For God Will Never Leave You With Regrets!

Since Perfect Love casts out all fear (1 John 4:18), a beautiful solution to the problem is to take one or two minutes a day as we’re dropping our kids off at school, or even those precious grandbabies, by praying a quick prayer that the hedge of protection surrounds each and every child, the school grounds, the teachers, staff members and the surrounding areas.

Even when you pass by a school bus, just lifting that precious cargo up to the Lord in a quick prayer will keep them protected. Prayers need not be dissertations. God knows our hearts.

God wants to hear us proclaiming:

God, you’re our refuge. We trust in you and are safe!

This includes our precious children and grandchildren.

You rescue us from hidden traps and shield us from deadly hazards. 

Your huge outstretched arms protect us – under them we’re perfectly safe; Your arms fend off all harm.

We shall fear nothing – not wild wolves in the night, not flying arrows (or bullets) in the day, nor the disaster that erupts at high noon ( emphasized Psalm 91).

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Strength and Beauty comes from Community!

If you’re walking your child to school, what an opportunity this is to witness and teach your child the importance of prayer. Explain to them that you will be hanging out for an extra couple of minutes to pray silently over the school.

Who knows, kids are bright and they want nothing more than to mirror their parents’ actions, so they may want to start praying with you.

Before you know it, their friends will see you all praying and the domino effect proclaiming our dependence on God through prayer will be glorified. You will even meet new people.

This seed that you sowed will bloom into a protective community filled with many parents and children coming together before school to pray, all because you walked out your faith with prayer.

What a huge testimony and witness!

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It’s a different world out there today, so we need to incorporate daily the armor of God (Ephesians 6:13-18) while instilling the Biblical values and protection daily with our kids. They need to be prepared and equipped; not sheltered and naive about what is happening in society today! 

Kids watch and will follow our lead. It’s up to ALL OF US to be great examples as parents, grandparents, teachers, family members, and even mentors! How about just caring as a member of your community; remembering everyone affects others; good or bad. 

Those babies have a long road ahead of them!  We need to help teach them and guide them by letting them know they’re not alone in this and they need not fear.

Jesus intercedes on our behalf; shouldn’t we do the same for others?  This is yet another way to be the hands and feet of God; and we all want and need to protect the purity and innocence of our children!  ♥♥

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

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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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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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National Police Week ~ Support Our Officers ~ Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

Blameless Police Officers

National Police Week

~ Support Our Officers ~

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Blameless Police Sacramento

 

Living With Addiction Day 11 ~ Depression and Belonging

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Living With Addiction

Strongholds of Depression

Damage more than the Afflicted

Day 11 of 40

News Alert:  That mask I lived behind for many years showed the deep darkness to what controlled my very existence.  Depression is a lonely torment.  The enemy plants these tiny seeds of doubt into our minds with words like “You don’t belong, you’ll never be good enough or pretty enough.”  This scheme of deceit creeps into our minds and hearts while this full-blown warfare develops solely to steal, kill and destroy.

Somehow, some way, I saw the hand of God extending down from heaven as I was driving off that cliff and grabbed ahold of it as my car smashed and bounced off the wall of rocks.  Jesus had been patiently waiting for me to grab ahold of His help so I would understand why He came; to set us ALL free, those who would believe, so that we may have life and have it to the fullest (John 10:10).  It was then that this weapon of depression and force of destruction that was being formed against me lost its power during my final attempt at suicide.

While I was unconscious due to my skull fracture, I witnessed that bright light that some near-death experiences receive as I witnessed my life flashing before my very eyes.  I was touched clearly by the hand of God; how else could I survive flying through the air 350 feet after going through steel beams and bars and smashing into the cliff’s rocks, not to mention living through the force of the impact that compressed and wrapped my remains around the twisted metal of what was once my Volkswagen Bug.

So what happened to good ‘ole Scott, that dreamy boy, that some of you have asked?  You know, I don’t know.  I will never forget the “words” from his get-well card saying, “If you ever want to drop in anywhere, drop in at my house.”  He said I looked beautiful at the concert and disappeared right afterwards.  Due to our amazing seats, he was unable to get up front with us, but that he was behind me the whole time watching us a dozen rows back.

My parents and I moved to a completely new area shortly after my release from both hospitalizations and I never saw him again.  The enemy is good about robbing us of blessings and gifts that were ours to begin with to open, but we let doubt, insecurities, and fears, you name it, rob us of our value and our gifts intended just for that day.

Since Isaiah 54:17 reassures us that no weapon formed against us shall prosper, then it is my duty and responsibility to believe and walk out my faith trusting God at His Word.  This will require moving forward in great expectation and obedience so I may receive the deliverance from this weapon called depression however He chooses to orchestrate it.

God is faithful; He brought my deliverance and healing, but it was not without great cost and pain; the death of Jesus Christ.  I’d call it nothing short of a miracle.  Being healed by Jesus offers us a lifelong journey of hope and joy while giving us glimpses into what heaven will really be like. 

When we encounter this Great Love affair on a daily basis breathing, living and applying His Word to our lives, we become redeemed and transformed and our old strongholds and insecurities that genetically shackled us are removed and we become restored and renewed to being these Beautiful Beloveds God designed and created us to be.

It also helps us love others, even those that have brought us harm.  I want to live and love like 1 Corinthians 13 tells us; through kindness, humility, patience, and by being one who does not easily anger and holds no record of wrongdoing while seeing the best in others through the lens of the forgiveness that was bestowed upon me during the outpouring of love and redemption.

Having a relationship with the Lord changed my perception on who I was!  I finally belonged, to the King of kings and Lord of lords, mind you, and experienced the Love that we all yearn for; the Love I was even going to die for, but Jesus took my place instead and rescued me from myself.  This is called our Father’s Love!  He’s a good, good Father.

Until next time…

 

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays ~ Love & Support Our Law Enforcement

Blameless Police Officers

 

Tammy Tangent Tuesdays

Dare to Care and Share

~ Support our Officers ~

Let’s bring unity back into our communities!

Hello Beautiful, I know I’m currently on sabbatical, but due to the state of emergency and attack on each and every gender, race, religion, and the vicious attacks on our amazing and much-needed law enforcement; in order to restore order and control from all this chaos and destruction causing division, I felt it imperative to plead for prayer for restoration back into our communities.  We all make a difference; and though there may be a few rotten apples in the bunch, it does not mean they’re all rotten.  We need to take all that negative energy and focus back to bringing peace and unity back into our communities.

It’s that time again, it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays!!!  This Blameless Police SWATweekly challenge is to go out into our communities and show our love and support by acknowledging the men and women who put their lives on the line each and every day to serve, defend and protect us!  And with the raging wars, protests and violence in our world today, please understand how vital it is for the peace, restoration and unity back into our communities to constantly rally around our law enforcement officers!  They need love more than many of us could even imagine, along with a hug, a handshake, a prayer, and acknowledgement for all they do in protecting and serving our communities!  Their lives matter, too!

Please understand how imperative it is for initiating this support through unity back into our communities by rallying around our law enforcement through love, support, prayers and encouragement.  We can accomplish this by letting them know how much we appreciate them for all they do on a daily basis with random thank-you cards of support and encouragement along with possibly a great cup of java!  Starbucks gift cards anyone?

Blameless Police OfficersWhen a police officer is sworn in, they take an oath to serve and protect the lives and property of others, while defending and keeping the public safe.  These brave men and women are constantly on high alert and live under tremendous stress.  They don’t leave their homes and families worrying they might not make it home, they just pray that their dedication and service can make a difference while defending and protecting their community.  Don’t let bad press or a few bad apples cloud the respect and honor these brave men and women are so deservant of!  They need our support more than ever!  They operate under more fear than any of us could possibly comprehend.  Only Great Love can diffuse that fear!

For all of the wonderful parents and grandparents out there looking for a great summer activity, even summer school teachers, and a fun craft/art project that will keep everyone cool and happy, is to have the kids make thank-you cards and draw up cute letters to drop off at your local police departments; and for the rest of us, to send a simple email, a written card, or personally handing them a Starbucks $5 gift card with a thank-you note blessing them with words of gratitude for all they do and that we are supporting them along the way and praying for them!  They want and need our prayers.

Blameless Amazing OfficerWeekly Challenge:  Let’s get together and go out into our communities and give a loud and great big “Thank You” to all of our law enforcement officers.  Let’s start showering them with love and support through gratitude and praise for all they do by handing them a Starbucks Coffee gift card, along with writing out a thank you note, offering hugs, words of encouragement, and a whole lot of praise and prayer!  They really do want our prayers; that perfect covering of love.  Keep a few of these cards in your purse and a few in the cup holder of your car; you’ll never know when you might be blessed to hand one out!  Let them know personally how much they’re appreciated.  Remember, they’ve made a vow to serve and protect; they really do care about those they protect and want to engage with us and get to know us and our needs.  We all need to be AFFIRMED!!!  

Grab your girlfriends, your church community, children and grandchildren and share the love through support!  What a great way to model to our kids our respect for authority and unity in our communities through giving back while firemen tragedyhaving fun by loving on and blessing others with random acts of kindness and cheerful smiles radiating that Beautiful You!

They do so much for us, let’s do what we can to say “THANK YOU.”  We all have a role and responsibility in contributing to our own neighborhoods and communities by helping restore the unity and what a great way to start, through the support and encouragement of our law enforcement officers before it’s too late!  We all need to do our part and we all have a responsibility in delivering such!

Blameless Police Sacramento

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

Dedicated to Officer Jason Higgins of Bradenton Beach, Florida!

Living With Addiction Tammy Tangent Tuesdays ~ Day 23

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Living With Addiction

Performance-Based Beloveds

† Freedom To Just Be †

Day 23 of 40

Hello Beautiful, I have missed you!  I am so excited to get back into the swing of writing again.  My demanding advocacy trial prevailed with astounding victory, and I cannot wait to share how God severed so many of my own fears fighting for the justice of others!  Amazing how it all ties into the dysfunctional strongholds of addiction and abuse.  Being a voice for justice allowed my bifocals to taste and see the goodness of the Lord!

The last Tammy Tangent Tuesday’s challenge required finding a new friend or taking an old relationship to an even deeper level of intimacy by sharing locked up hurts that have held us captive and fearful along with learning the delicate art of listening; the many blessings found in drawing near to God, called True Friendships.  It’s that time again; it’s Tammy Tangent Tuesdays! 

If you’re anything like me, living a life in front of an audience of one is anything but exhilarating and satisfying.  Now that my big advocacy trial has been victoriously battled (and here I couldn’t wait for it to be over so I could relax and breathe), my distorted behaviors in being a performance-based Beloved demands recognition through the acceptance and affirmation of a sold-out auditorium.  I need an audience to survive and thrive!  Hello…

What happens when the intensity of our dance or trials are over and we are still standing tall with our crowns secure, hands on hips, but there are no more challenges to pursue, roaring mouths to shut or battles to conquer?  If we don’t have to perform, how can we still be loved?

I don’t know about you, but being a performance-based Beloved is all I’ve ever known for over 50 years.  Living and existing in the calm, peaceful and ordinary is quite daunting, not to mention it carries feelings of inadequacy and even a tad-bit guilty and lonely because the audience is no longer filled to capacity with members of demands, chaos and crises.

Sadly, when we’re used to an audience full of demanding deadlines, jeering seats of shame, guilt and performance, dancing to an audience of one, One who is more lovable and accepting than the non-pretentious bear, can seem downright silly, not to mention boring and lacking stimuli.  Or is it?

Do we really need an audience to perform to in order to establish our worth and value or even be loved?  How are we going to learn about ourselves or God unless we take the time to be still, process and poured into while being loved on?

For all of us Beloveds who live and/or have existed under a performance-based religion, please understand one thing:  God loves us just the way we are and we do not have to perform to be loved by Him. 

We are so quick to create our own dramatic stories designed merely to stimulate and entertain our own distorted anxiety-filled neighborhoods.  We feel guilty when our day is not full of demands and appointments.  We feel inadequate and less important so we create stress just to breathe guilt-free!  The amount of time we spend feeding our Negative Nancy Neighborhoods (mindsets) robs us of our nourishment in being restored and rejuvenated.

This quiet time is what God designed as rest that ALL BODIES need and require to maintain as His Beautiful Beloveds and bring light to a darkened world.  God relaxed on the seventh day and if He needs a break, we need seasons of rest!  What does that look like?  I don’t know because I’m walking through it right now myself and I feel quite uncomfortable.  

God shares, “Daughter of Mine, I did not ask you to be there or do that.  Relax, I just want your time.  Quit feeling the need to be busy.  Relationships take time getting to know one another.  How else are we going to learn to waltz together?  That requires trust that only intimacy and devotion can develop.”

Let me share one little tidbit of wisdom here through my own struggle.  Living a life filled with peace and contentment, dancing to our own audience of One as a child of Love and Approval (the Lord God Almighty), this is the greatest waltz and love story we’ll ever encounter this side of heaven so let’s treasure it.  Gifts from God that are so easily discounted and not even opened!

If you’ve been begging and pleading for rest through prayer like me; then girlfriend, God has answered our prayers and we are worthy to receive this gift!  Embrace it with honor!  It is a free gift from Love Himself!  Let Him love on you!

Who knows, you could even find yourself trying a new Pirouette instead of the typical Plié like me as you waltz through life because God is the only One watching.  Isn’t that how we learn new techniques for the upcoming dance anyways?  God loves to teach us new dance moves when we’re without agenda and just be!!! 

Either way, you will waltz with dignified grace and extend and position your beautiful self to receive one standing ovation after another.  Dancing with and for the Lord is the only audience you need to please.  It is so simple!  He only asks you to listen and be, Beautiful You. 

Weekly challenge:  Let’s practice this week being our beautiful selves; reminding ourselves that we don’t have to perform to be loved by God.  He simply wants us to just be, Be-loved and Be-Healed, while embracing His audience of One!

Until next time…

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Living With Addiction † Breaking Free From Captivity Day 22 of 40

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Living With Addiction

Breaking Free From Captivity

† Freedom to be You and Me †

Day 22 of 40

A child’s innocence stolen!  Through no fault of their own, the child is thrust into an environment that is anything conducive to behaviors worth emulating, much less a world that any adult should walk through or be subjected to.  The vantage point being projected through the naive lens of a child is one of sheer horror and gore.

For the precious, innocent child, being left alone to process the effects brought on from rage and abuse in living with addiction, they are victimized and stripped of all protection and innocence.  Their only hope for survival is through denial.  Denial will become their stable reality.  They will learn that the only way to handle fear is through the fight-and-flight response.

The child immediately employs protection from the construction crew of fear.  With no one to offer consolation and a warm embrace, the child’s fear factor instinctively and subconsciously constructs a safe haven.  This safe haven consists of walls and barriers intended to protect the child as they hide and cradle behind all the emotional scars brought on from the lack of parental protection and emotional stability.  Abandonment is a fierce enemy when a child’s heart is unprotected!

The only rocking this child receives is in the drawing up of one’s knees tightly to their chests with their t-shirts pulled over down to their feet as a means for capturing needed warmth and protection.  They rock back and forth in their cocooned state to pacify and console their anxieties caused from living in a violent environment.  Constant crocodile tears flow from the child’s tender face saturating their t-shirt that once offered warmth now leaving the child cold due to the dampness caused from the chill in the air.

Because of the child’s innocence and naivety, these walls they’ve constructed around their tender and bleeding hearts for protection from others do nothing but hinder their reality as to what life is like in the healthy behaviors that exist on the other side of the wall.  Their barriers teach nothing but emotional isolation, though understandable.  This emotional isolation leads to a lack of self-worth riddled with insecurities and identity crises.

As the child attempts to climb up on his own to catch a glimpse of what God says is on the other side of the wall offering freedom, the child is troubled and confused by what they see.  There is peace without chaos and violence.  Their skewed perception developed from fear clouds the warm invitation and the comforts offered through what the safety of the environment promises. 

The child hesitates and exhausts themselves emotionally to climb over.  Without a friend or parent’s hand to grab ahold of to help them safely over the wall, the exhaustion sets in from battling the fear of the unknown alone.  This fear contributes to the child slipping, allowing the barbwire on top off the wall to grab ahold of their flesh, causing even greater physical and emotional pain.

The child is forced to reside in the lonely, cold and dark places they’ve created to protect themselves from the dark and violent world they were running from until they scurry up enough strength to attempt their breakthrough again.  Light and warmth arouses their curiosity.  Children may be resilient, but what kind of entanglement will their imprisonment bring until exhaustion sets back in?  Is this how we are leaving future generations instead of equipping them?

The child repeatedly attempts to no prevail.  Each attempt leaves the child numb and desensitized to the pain being caused from each laceration delivered from being held captive in the entanglement of the barbwire.  The child wants rescued.  This child is alone and does not have any guidance how to tackle this bondage victoriously.  No one is walking alongside of them or extending a hand of help.  Everyone just looks the other way.  They want help, but no one is offering.  Why are we a society who gives up too quickly and would rather cast the blame and responsibility onto somebody else?

With no one encouraging the child to try again or in a different way, the child becomes so weak and delirious, bad decisions are made.  The child’s last futile attempt to break free from the entangled mess offers nothing but resolution to just survive instead of thrive in this painful cocoon and environment.  Every future move that child will make will cause great bodily injury, to themselves and/or others.  Where does this cycle of abuse end?

Children do not know how to handle adult problems and should never be a part of or witness, whether abusive or not.  Children need to be protected.  When parents are at war dealing with their own emotional battle scars of abuse and addiction, this only further aids in casting the frightened and innocent child into a scary world all alone due to being wrapped up in the remains and captivity of fear and isolation.  But there is hope!

How does one go from abhor to restore?  Love versus fear!  Faith versus fear!  How does that look when the victim is both the child and adult and owning up to one’s responsibility as a parent in allowing my precious cubs to be subjected to this ugly world in living with addiction and abuse?  Fear kept me in bondage as a victim and yet Love was calling me to freedom.

Faith versus fear, how would you react?  Breaking free is a risk.  Is freedom worth it?  My fear’s captivity and insecurities led me paralyzed, unable to escape the bondage and have self-control with trust and freedom.  How could I teach and equip my children to walk in freedom outside the generational walls of living with addiction and abuse when I was too cowardly to break free myself?

Enjoy listening to the lyrics that speak so loudly and profoundly to this very subject in “I’ll Keep On” by Jeremiah Carlson.

Until next time…

 

Living With Addiction Day 21 ~ Broken Behaviors of Abuse

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Living With Addiction

Strongholds of Shame

Broken Behaviors of Abuse

Day 21 of 40

Addiction and abuse versus submission and love?  That one might seem to have an obvious victor, but much pain was suffered from the hands of the abuser in the game of “love.”  Today, though, all that pain knows its purpose that ended up developing into a love story with no end to His name! 

When our hearts are not right, irregardless of who or what is to blame, it’s hard to give Jesus our wholehearted selves through trust, time and the courage to surrender.  I knew after the last violent blow, it was time for me to sit at the feet of Jesus and let the healing and transformation begin.

When you wait to start that surrender after decades of abuse, several years may go by before you begin to see any healing.  Don’t lose heart, though, God is faithful and just.

It was 10:30 a.m., the kids were fed, dishes cleaned, hairs groomed and content in their TV/play time when I decided to wake up and ask my husband if he wouldn’t mind getting up so I could get my run in before I had to get home, shower, and get the kids packed up for an afternoon on the soccer field.

While my initial attempts at trying to arouse my husband from his stupor were infrequent between the dressing and putting on my running shoes, they became more frequent and agitated.  

Between the pungent odor of sour alcohol overwhelming the upper level of the house and the demeaning words being spewed out instigating a typical submission versus love argument, the words became heated and demands enthralled. 

I could either take care of him first as the Bible commanded wives to “submit to their husbands at all times” that he claimed Ephesians 5:22-24 meant or I could forget about going. 

An ugly exchange of heated words and hostility ensued.  Not only was my heart torn and tattered from failed expectations and promises, but the more I demanded my voice be heard and having value and for the control to stop, the louder and more aggressive the results got. 

After several minutes of yelling and screaming and shoving about, the precious cubs downstairs began to scream out of fear and cry begging for it to stop.  When my body was shoved against the wall, the oldest came running upstairs to intervene saying he would watch his brother and to stop it as tears poured down his cheeks.

A tender child should never be subjected to witnessing abuse or resume the role of defender and protector of his family.  Children need to be protected and it’s the parent’s responsibility to make sure of that, whether we’re the victims or not. 

I may have been a victim, but I have to own up to my own failure in not leaving this environment sooner; thereby allowing my precious cubs to be subjected to unhealthy behaviors in living with addiction and abuse.

Children learn from what they see and hear, and fear is a destructive trait to acquire.  Fear’s power over me was controlling and paralyzing.  It is something that I still struggle with occasionally.  It paralyzed me into accepting behaviors that would forever change not only my life, but my children as well.  We must never forget what these eyes now see matters.

The fear and panic protruding through my son’s beautiful blue eyes pacified the threats being demanded and executed.  I lovingly assured him I was okay and was sorry that they had to hear and witness that.  I graciously escorted my precious son back downstairs and hugged and held them both tight assuring them I was okay as my heart imploded. 

Abuse quickly escalates from manipulation and control to demands and violence.  No sooner than I could catch my breath, the stench that overwhelmed the upstairs of the house was now breathing down my neck. 

His vile and horrific demand that my son watch his little brother while his father and I “be together” was being a good son and older brother as my arm was yanked and grabbed with fierce strength as I was forced upstairs.

Submission is not intended as a form of control or abuse that is written in the Bible.  Merriam-Webster may have it defined as “an act of submitting to the authority or control of another,” but Paul mentioned the word “submit” to imply “respect.” 

When we pay careful attention to what Paul was sharing in this context, he uses the word “love” more often than “submit” when talking about marital responsibilities.  Husbands loving their wives is beautifully articulated and continued in Ephesians 5:25-33.

When one is desperately trying to heal from the tragedy and pain caused from the betrayal of adultery from the affairs of your husband, and the one with your best friend, along with the healing still coming from a shattered and worn-out Beloved that had driven herself off a cliff a decade prior all due to rejection in living with addiction and abuse; my compliance in order to sustain peace and protection for my young gave birth to abusive submission. 

Victim mentalities are skewed because, for one, their view of love and their worth is significantly distorted; two, they believe it will change which diminishes the severity; three, they isolate due to feeling no one understands and/or cares because of humiliation; lastly, they know that the cost of submission delivers needed peace during destructive outbursts. 

My colored perception and awareness of love was based on “performance based conditional love, being seen and not heard,” so understanding what Love meant required being set free from the captivity that held me prisoner by what only the Great Physician could perform.

My heart could only implode after this offense so when the Bank of Grace felt overdrawn and shame is your name, you continue to stuff it down further in hopes to suffocate the toxic gases brewing from the sweltering flame within.

Until next time…

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