Monday, February 29, 2016

Put a Smile On

I can’t wipe the smile off my face.  It’s been there for a few days.  It’s just a little smile but it packs a great amount of power.  A few days ago I spent the day with the Holy Spirit.  He’ll do that to you; put a giddy little smile on your face that no one else will understand.  It’s like a secret between best friends.  Well, that’s what we are.

Have you smiled today?  If you aren’t smiling, why not?  Grief?  Anger?  Hurt?  Depression?  Fear?  Whatever it is, if it’s keeping you from smiling it’s not from God.  It’s from the enemy.  You can’t let him do that to you, dear lovely.

With all the negative things going on in the world, to allow it all to rob you of your smile is something that’s just not acceptable.  Did you know that it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile?  Think about that.  In order to frown it tenses up every muscle in your beautiful face.  Why do you think your face hurts when you frown?  You’re holding muscles in place that weren’t meant to hold that sad, angry look.

Smile and it relaxes those same muscles giving you a soft, pleasant appearance.  As it should.  You’ve heard the saying, “A smile is a frown turned upside down.”  So cliché, but it’s true. 

Why would God want you to frown anyway?  He doesn’t.  He wants you to be happy.  He wants you to smile.  There is so much more for you to smile about anyway than for you to frown.  Maybe it doesn’t seem that way.  I can understand.  Over the past week our family lost my husband’s father.  It was a very tense and emotional time in our lives.  Grief can make a person frown for a very long time.  And we did do a bit of that.  But it didn’t last long.

Because my father-in-law knew Jesus, we know that he has just transitioned from here to his heavenly home and is now completely healed, with a new body, enjoying a reunion with many people who have gone on before him.  But more exciting than that, he is having his very own face-to-face encounter with Jesus.  He is getting to see Him in person for the very first time.  I’m almost jealous.  Yet, I smile.

I smile for that reason.  I smile because His Holy Spirit spent the day with me and blessed me beyond my wildest dreams or imaginings.  It’s not a fluke.  It’s not something I imagined.  It was real and it was awesome.  So I smile.

He is the reason I can’t wipe the smile off my face.  He is the reason I look like a giddy schoolgirl at three in the morning.  I don’t mind.  He is so much fun that time is of no importance right now. 

Do you know that He wants to make you smile?  He does.  He wants to take your cares, the things that are making you frown or cry and He wants to unburden you of them.  Maybe you think you don’t know how, but it’s so simple.  All you have to do is just chuck them in His direction and say, “Here!  Take these!”  I did that a few days ago.  I was so burdened by some things caused by some negative people that I finally opened my hands and said, “Here! I give this to You because I can’t do anything with it.”  Want to know something?  He took it!  He removed it.  Then He replaced my grief with a smile that I can’t wipe off my face.  Talk about giddy.  I have been ever since.  It’s such a relief, too. 

Spend the day with the Holy Spirit.  Let Him put a smile on your face that you can’t wipe off.  Your face will thank you.  

Friday, February 26, 2016

What Are You Dreaming Of?

I’ve had this obsession with tutus and tiaras lately.  I don’t know what it is really.  But I do know that; 1) I like tutus and 2) the tiara is just part of my identity.  There’s also a 3) the tutu goes nicely with my mismatched socks (okay it doesn’t match, hence it goes nicely) and 4) the tiara works well with my purple hair (work with me here there is a point).

All in all, the whole of it is I am a Princess.  I am a child of God.  I am a royal priesthood, an heir to a kingdom.  In fact, I hold that heiress position jointly with Jesus.  I was adopted in the day I asked to be saved.  My position was bought the day Jesus died on the cross.  It was sealed three days afterward when He rose again from the grave.  All I had to do when I came along was accept Him into my heart.

Yeah, I know it sounds out of this world… and it is.  Yet it’s all true.  Oh if you only knew.  If you could only fathom the lengths that God went to in order to assure that you would be part of His family.  How far would He go?  To think about you even before He created time, to set a whole plan in motion for how you would be able to be included in this master plan, I mean really it’s greater than genius.

Yes, it's places.
So for an eccentric, purple haired, mismatched socks wearing Nonney (that’s a grandma) to come along sporting a tutu and tiara, telling you that God has a plan for you no matter your background, your looks, or your activities, you have to at least be curious that God just might be interested in you.

Okay, so I didn’t always have an obsession with tutus or tiaras.  Nor did I always have purple hair or wear mismatched socks.  There was a time when you wouldn’t have caught me wearing any of those things because I was too self-conscious and too worried about what others would think or say about me.  I was scared, intimidated, frozen in fear.  I was nearly non-functional because of the fear and anxiety, controlled by the depression that kept me in the darkest of pits.

It wasn’t pretty down there.  It was lonely and frightening.  But thankfully God rescued me out of that.  He set me on a course to interact with others who are dealing with the same things; depression, intimidation, anxiety, low self-esteem, no self-worth, and the fear of what others will say or do if they step out into their own.

Listen dear lovelies God wants you to step out.  He wants you to walk in the awesome, beautiful, unique way that He designed you.  No, I don’t wear a real tutu out in public.  I don’t wear a tiara, but God has one for me.  However, I do wear mismatched socks and I do have purple hair and I love it.  Props.  They’re all props for the ministry that I do.  They’re useful.  They are things that God has given me so that I can get your attention in order to tell you the wonderful things He’s done for me and that He wants to do for you.

Do I care what others think of me now?  No.  Am I concerned about what they may say?  A little.  But in reality, I don’t have time for that.  The enemy wants me to fret over it, but he also doesn’t want me to succeed either.  Instead, I remember what God said to me the night He healed me.  He let me know that He chose me, He anointed me to bring you good news that those of you who are suffering in depression, being held captive in the black hole, the pit, frozen in fear and anxiety will be released.  The Lord has sent me to say those who can’t see that they are the most wonderful, chosen, loved people in the eyes of God will be able to see.  I’m here to announce that the oppressed will be freed from whatever is controlling you.  And I’m here to tell you that the time of God’s favor is now (Luke 4:18-19, NLT). 

I’m on a mission, dear friendlies.  God sent me.  He’s been training me.  He’s been working with me.  And He is letting me work as I learn.  Sure, I mess up.  I sometimes get off track and wander for a bit.  But when I do, though God disciplines me, and yes it’s not pleasant but I learn something.  I talk to Him. He forgives me and He shows me what to do differently.  Want to know something?  He wants to do the same thing with you, too.

He’s got something unique for you to do.  It may not be tutus, tiaras, purple hair or mismatched socks but I guarantee that it’s something unique just for you.  And it’s probably something that you’ve been dreaming about for a long time.  Don’t you think it’s about time to come out of the dark and let God help you make your dreams a reality?  He’s ready for you to.  Maybe it’s time for you to shine that tiara, put it back on straight and step out into the light so you can sparkle.

So tell me… what are you dreaming of?

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Identity Thieves

In this day and age it’s very easy to lose your identity.  I’m not talking about identity theft in the sense that someone steals your credit cards, social security number, passport, or any of your credentials.  I’m talking about your identity in the sense that you allow people to say things about you so much that you begin to believe them.  It’s easy to forget who you are then.  I know.  It happened to me.

From the time I was a small girl I was continually being molded into the person everyone else wanted me to be.  I get that as a small child, nurturing parents are to guide and direct the paths of their little ones, teaching them to become great adults.  And I’m not saying that my parents or my family weren’t nurturing.   Just most often it wasn’t very positive.

As a child grows they need to be encouraged.  They need to be loved.  They need the reassurance that they have the support of their mother and their father.  Of course they will encounter negativity in the world.  But they need a safe haven to come to when life throws them a curve ball.  They need a safe place to run and loving arms to wrap around them and tell them they are loved and to encourage them to try again.  They need a family who will teach them the love of God so they will trust Him as they grow into adulthood. 

Not all children grow up like that though.  I was one of the unfortunate ones who did not.  Instead, I was pulled in many different directions continually told what I would become, what everyone else expected me to become, reminded of every malady and illness that ran in my family and what I could expect to happen to me as the result.  I was given very little hope for my future.  Yet, I still had hopes and dreams.  I was excited about the prospect of trying to attain those dreams, but discouraged by what others said to me.

For way too long I listened to every negative thing said about me and to me.  Sadly, for over forty years I believed I was everything others said I was which wasn’t much.  Oh, but there’s a really big “BUT” that comes behind this.  But then God came along and showed me exactly who I am and surprisingly it was nothing like what I had been told all those years.  It was so much more than I could even comprehend and it was the most beautiful thing I ever discovered.

Dear, sweet, lovely one, you are so much more than you know.  There is a beautiful promise for you from God.  He wants you to know Whose you are.  You’re His.  When you realize that, you will begin to realize that everything else that everyone else has been saying to you and about you are lies straight from the enemy, Satan.  He doesn’t want you to know your true identity because once you do you’ll step up to another level and things will begin happening that he can’t stop. 

If the devil can convince you right now of all the negative things people say about you, he can keep you from becoming the awesome person God created you to be.  If you forget who you are, then you’ll never operate in your special gifts God has reserved for you.  You’ll never help someone else who was meant to help someone else.  They’ll never rise up and be the awesome person they were created to be.  The chain of events will be broken and the enemy has kept God’s people from doing what they were called to do.  The identity thieves have caused a number of people to forget who they are.

I don’t know about you but that makes me mad.  How dare the devil infringe on my inheritance!  How dare he think he can prevent me from the royal priesthood that I was adopted into.  Oh, here’s where it gets really interesting.  He can’t prevent you.  He has absolutely no control, no power over you.   Are you aware of that?  The devil has no power over you!

You have been given special privileges, dear one.  The same power that raised Jesus from the dead lives in you, too.  Think about that for a minute.  Let it soak in.  I’ll wait…

… You were meant for more than what others say of you.  Look instead at what God says about you.  After all, He created you.

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