I love David because he was so brutally honest with God about his feelings. He didn’t pretend to have it all together. He cried, questioned, felt afraid, angry and discouraged, yet he kept bringing it all back to God. That reminds me that I don’t have to hide my feelings from Him either. I can come as I am, pour out my heart, ask the hard questions and still trust Him. God can handle the messy prayers too. 🤍
The longer you postpone a difficult conversation, the longer you wrestle with it in your head.
The same applies to the work you know you should do. Laziness doesn’t negate responsibility; it only adds to the burden of it.
At the root of procrastination and avoidance lies a form of cowardice capable of plaguing every man
Just as a mustard seed of faith can move mountains, a firm resolve and a few uncomfortable minutes can save you weeks, months, and years of discomfort, regret, and friction
The Enemy works within the latency between conviction and action, forever trying to pull you from what’s fruitful. Reduce the delay. Deny the devil. And cooperate with grace. God’s will may just surprise you
I found a prayer in Habakkuk 2:3 this morning...
Lord, for the things You have shown me that have not happened yet, teach me how to wait without losing heart. When the vision takes longer than I expected, keep me from assuming You have forgotten me. When I cannot see movement, keep me from creating movement out of panic. Give me the discernment to know the difference between a promise that needs my obedience and a promise that simply needs my patience.
When everyone around me seems to be moving ahead and my own life feels suspended, keep me from measuring Your faithfulness by somebody else’s timeline. Let me remember that something can be taking longer without being denied. And when I am tempted to walk away because I have waited longer than I thought I would, remind me that “though it linger, wait for it.” Lord, teach me to wait without turning the waiting into evidence that You are not working.
I am SO disturbed by this story about the mom with sickle cell who was walking home with her kids & this other group of middle schoolers literally jumped them in Chicago. & each time I’ve seen a video or post by or about one of the parents it makes sense. Starts at home. Always.
@DemonMentalityz I ordered a hoodie for my son’s birthday in December 2024. And still haven’t gotten it. Bad business practices, no respect for your consumer, so now I’m on one with you. Feet on neck every time I get on this app.
Us FOR all of us is how we foster Black privilege. Compliment the Black nurse. Tip the Black waitress extra.
2 homeless persons, one Black and one white, only one should get your $5.
It has to be intentional cause we don't have any systems in place operating in our favor so we have to create that favoritism amongst ourselves.
Think about it.