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Happy Father’s Day

This will certainly be a different way to honor my father, but it will be the best way I can express my appreciation for him!

I was raised in a God-fearing home, we went to church every time the door was open, ate dinner together at the table (sometimes I stayed at the table much longer than the rest of the family because I wouldn’t eat my veggies) we went on camping trips, and so many more amazing experiences.

My dad taught me how to change a tire, change the oil on my car, how to fish (I still don’t touch the worm…or the fish) he taught me how to play video games and helped me with my math homework (I hate math still) he even did (i mean helped lol) my science projects. Science projects are his favorite thing to do…I’m pretty sure he did all of his children’s every year! Even though these things are all amazing and they provide some great memories, the thing Im most grateful for is not listed. I am most grateful for the times he punished me for disobeying, lying, stealing, etc.

There is a very memorable times he punished me that has stuck with me forever. I stole a jolly rancher from 7-11. After we payed for the gas (and after I pocketed the candy) I got into the car while he pumped the gas. I jumped into the backseat thinking i could hurry up and eat the cherry jolly rancher before he got back in to the car. Fool proof plan….except is was CINNAMON! My mouth was on fire, I was already dedicated to my crime so I had to finish and in a hurry. When he got back in the car he immediately smelled it and asked me what I was doing. I was hiding on the floor in the backseat with the jolly rancher stuck in my teeth making it hard to talk and i was dying of thirst from the heat. He said, “WHAT DID YOU DO? GET OUT OF THE CAR”. He had me spit the jolly rancher out, place it back in the wrapper and made me walk into the store to tell on myself. ~sigh~ with my head held low, I walked in and told the manager what I did and walked back out to the car. It was longest and saddest walk in my life!!!! He had taught me a lesson in honesty, broke my pride and displayed love all at the same time. I didn’t like it much then but I definitely appreciate it today!

Thank you dad! I love you!14115446_10153992803022998_4272577544921381016_o

In Search Of…The Good Life

 

Grab a newspaper, grab a pen, stress out over the lack of dividends

Circle this, circle that, wonder how to get your resume in the proper format

Make some calls, leave some messages,  obsess over your countless disadvantages.

Grow impatient, fall apart, allowing anger, discontentment even idolatry to take over your heart

Looking for a job, has now become your job, you start to feel defeated, now  all you can do is sob.

It starts to become an addiction, waking up early, going to bed late, ignoring your mate.

You forget to be grateful for things that you have and start to be resentful because of the things you

don’t have.

When a job calls, it sends you on a natural high and you start to dream about the way it can provide a

better life. But when you get the rejection letter it makes you realize that your degree and experience

don’t  guarantee much, now you look around and see your  beautiful family, home, health and feel

God’s touch.  All of the time spent on looking for a better job, to climb the corporate ladder pales in

comparison to God’s blessings and suddenly money doesn’t even matter.

 

See, this is a metaphor for how God feels,  when we seek out other “gods” and He’s  already paid our

emotional and literal bills. He allows us to chase for these worldly things so that we can find out that we

had all we needed to begin with.

 

 

 

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It Is Well With My Soul

I am sitting at the dining table in my husbands mum-mum’s (grand-mother) house in Lahnam, Md. We are here for the celebration and home-going of his pop-pop (grand-father). Who, by the way, was a great man. I didn’t even have to know him to be able to make that assumption.

We drove from Texas to Atlanta to meet up with my father-in-law and family in order to ride to Maryland together. We have all been in the same house for almost 3 days and surprisingly enough, had not had any problems, no fights, no one has been overly irritated with anyone else, it has been nice! It speaks volumes for the family’s closeness and the way that they were raised. This house has been filled with nothing but love since the first day we walked in. The children of this amazing man, WILLIAM P. MURDOCK JR, have been making sure that everyone around them has any and everything that they need. Not one of them, including his beautiful bride, has stopped working to make us, an any guest that comes by, comfortable. They are actually cooking breakfast (a large one I’m sure) as I type this blog.

Yesterday after service, my husband and his cousins jumped on the church’s stage and took over the instruments. No practice, no plans, just each person taking their respective place at the instrument they felt most comfortable with and started making beautiful music. During service, I learned that the infamous pop-pop was also very talented musically. He played the saxophone and had a gospel band while away in the Korean war.

As each person got up and spoke about Mr. Murdock and his character, I discovered that my husband is basically an exact replica of this awesome man. From the way that he handles stressful situations, to his desire and ability to work hard to the way that he sits quietly, assumingly not having any emotions or thoughts, but all the while, sitting in very deep thought but keeping emotions out of decisions. I envy this. But more importantly, I am so excited to know that I am married to someone who will no doubt leave behind such a wonderful legacy of love, commitment (he was married for 59 years) and love for the Lord.

Thank you Murdock family for allowing me to be a part of this amazing family event, even though somber, it has been an awesome time being amongst all of this love and acceptance.

Thank you Mr. William “Billy” P. Murdock Jr. for being such a strong man. Thank you for raising all of these people in the way that they should go.  From his wife, to his children, to his grandchildren, you have made a lasting impression on every one of them.

Ecclesiastes 7:1 A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death is better than the day of birth.

The channel-surfing, train conducting, hard-working, Lord loving man William. P. Murdock Jr.

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People are fickle!

As I reflect on this past weekend, which was full of love from family and friends, I have to stop and think about those that proved their worth in my life (in both good and bad ways).

My husband I have been married since May 1st, as I previously discussed in another blog. We had our public ceremony on Saturday. There were a couple people that should have been there, that either had really lame excuses excuse at all. While this doesn’t affect my daily activities or the fact that we had a blast regardless, it does hurt to think that I put some people on a pedestal that I definitely should not have. This is not new nor is it isolated to me. People will disappoint us. No one can have the same heat we have and we have to stop assuming that people will never hurt us. We don’t have to live in fear, but we do have to live guarded and remember to put only one on a throne.  God.

This wedding ceremony was my first and last and it was a success. I am so grateful to those that were a part of it whether by being in attendance or helping out. Some relationships were made stronger because of it.

Just know that we are here for more. We are called to be more like Christ. I love those who have hurt my husband and I as if they never hurt us. You can do this too. It is hard, but it is possible. When we do this, we display the greatest commandment of all. He calls us to love others.

John 13:35 – Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples

Philippians 4:13 –  I can do all things through Christ, which strengthens me.

 

 

Running The Rat Race

I am sitting here at my job watching my co-workers frantically answer emails, file reports, make and receive calls (that all seem so important) and smoke cigarettes like they actually have life enhancing properties. I am just in awe. I am literally shaking my head in  a combination of disgust and pity for these people who think that this is life.

I have never been one to enjoy spending long hours away from loved ones to help some individual I don’t know personally build their empire. Working with family doing something I love would be ideal!!! I just cant get on board with simply being an employee (or sometimes a number) in a sea of other numbers under some man/woman that I don’t know and that will never come and get to know me.

My irritation actually starts in the car on the way to work. Seeing all the people in their cars speeding to get to work, smoking in their cars, hearing of some people leaving their kids in the car because they were distracted by thoughts of work. I’m disgusted with our lack of enthusiasm for our own lives. I’m bothered by the fact that we are willing to just accept that this is what we have to do to survive. No one wants to take a chance on their passions and become their own boss. If we would come together with our friends and families and make a company that each one loves to be a part of, work wouldn’t be work.

Working is good. It shows character. Working demonstrates appreciation for Gods blessings on your life. I just cannot get with the idea of making work my God. The people I have talked about in the article are the type that are making their job their idol. Willing to continuously miss time with family, time in church, all for the sake of the dollar. The stress they have is due to lack of funds. The stress I have is due to lack of time in ministry and time with my spouse.

Signing off. Just needed to express the thoughts in this working woman’s mind.

 

Dangerous Places Are Safe Places

I heard the phrase “Dangerous places are safe places” for the first time at church in our youth department on a Wednesday night after my husband and I signed up to be a part of the growth that is no doubt taking place there. But, anyways this phrase has stuck with me since then. It is the most profound statement and truer words have never been spoking (well maybe a few, but you know what I’m saying).

When we think of dangerous places we think of we think of 3rd world countries, places where our type (Christian) would not be accepted, etc. But dangerous places are also gang heavy neighborhoods, strip clubs, bars, clubs, school and even work. These are places where not fitting in, claiming to be  Christian or simply being the wrong color can lead to a dangerous outcome. We usually shy away from these places. If we do find ourselves in a situation where we have to be in one of these dangerous places, we tend to blend. Blending in is safe…its comfortable. We have to stop blending in! Stop being weak!

If you are walking in the authority given to you by God, and he has called you to go to these areas, you must go boldly. Dangerous places are safe places. This means that if he leads you to a dangerous place….he will protect you and keep you safe. YOU WILL BE FINE, YE OF LITTLE FAITH!

next time you feel fear, anxiety or concern over the reaction of others when you speak of Jesus Christ…talk about him anyways. Fight the fear! once you do, you may be surprised at the open ears that some may have. The one that God meant to hear you, will hear you. They may not respond, just know you did your part and you planted the seed.

Mark 16:15 And then he told them, “Go into all the world and preach the Good News to everyone.

Bride To Be

In May, my husband and I decided that getting married was the only choice we had once it was necessary for me to move in. We already wanted to get married, but we just sped the process up to avoid living outside of God’s will.

It has been almost 4 months now and we are planning our wedding ceremony, which will serve as our public display of our marriage. Something like a late reception. I am pretty excited, actually. I have never been the one to care about dresses, color schemes, flower arrangements and whatever else there is to worry about. (I still haven’t figured it all out yet).

As the day approaches (2 weeks), I am exhausted with it all. I have managed however, to spend very little in my planning. I am hand making some of the décor, borrowing some, and allowing  to just happen. I am making sure to not have such dedication to my plans that I am over come by stress or worse…turn into a bridezilla!! I have met several speed bumps along the way during this marriage and hand making decorations while juggling a full time job and full time ministry has proven to be really  taxing.

My husband has been super supportive and offering to help make stuff, go shopping for dresses with me, shop for spray paint and look for mason jars. Thankfully, because I don’t have a lot of help outside of him. He reminds me of how Jesus is always available for us. It makes me realize that no matter how much or little we put in to our relationship with him, he loves us just the same. It is us who thinks we aren’t worthy of unconditional love which causes us to walk away from him. He does, however, want us to put on a public display of our relationship with him as well. We should strive daily to demonstrate our love for him and show the public how serious we are about it.

Isaiah 54:5 For your Maker is your bridegroom, his name, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!
Your Redeemer is The Holy of Israel, known as God of the whole earth.

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Dear Christian; Do You Want To Be Famous?

I talked about this before and many times in the past few weeks with those close to me. I have seen so many people shooting for overnight fame. Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame. But at what cost?

People often don’t consider the cost of fame. We see celebrities dying of accidental (or on purpose) overdoses, suicide, etc. They are in depression, lonely, sometimes in jail. I don’t see much attractive about that lifestyle. Oh money? You think that’s the awesome benefit of fame? ok, sure, you have some money and can buy this buy that, but what about your quality of life? I don’t know may people that would commit suicide if they were living a great life filled with love and pure joy. So money obviously doesn’t provide that.

Sometimes fame imposes itself upon our lives. Take the lady that spoke to news reporters about the fire (Lord Jesus, there’s a fire), or the guy that told news reporters that everyone need to hide (hide your wife, hide  your kids, they’re raping everybody), or most recently Chewbaca Mom, made famous in one night for her infectious laugh. Well you can choose to use your newly appointed platform for personal gain (money, fame, etc) or you can use your platform for spreading the word of God. If you are a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, this should be your automatic response.

I challenge you to consider your motives. In everything we do, it should be to glorify God.

Galations 1:10 For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ.

Matthew 6:1-7 “Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven. “Thus, when you give to the needy, sound no trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you. “And when you pray, you must not be like the hypocrites. For they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and at the street corners, that they may be seen by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. …

 

Giving It Your All

This morning, I had an interview for a really awesome job. The position was for a sales assistant at a real estate company. It has great hours, great pay with raises and bonuses a plenty, company phone, company laptop, gas allowance and amazing benefits. The icing on the cake is that its only a 15 minute drive with no traffic EVER!!

The interview was a group interview. Usually these are pretty stressful. You easily get lost in the pack of 25 people while trying to stand out without rudely speaking over everyone. This group interview though, was different. There were only 4 of us and almost immediately I felt like the job was mine. Not sure why I had such a healthy dose of confidence today, but I did and I basked in it.

One woman stood up and introduced herself and started low key bragging of all the business she has started (and lost in her divorce). Not sure why she felt the need to tell us that but she did. So, you can imagine they had looks n their face of complete disinterest. The guy stood up and spoke of his world travels and education from abroad. That was a little intimidating. Next a lady with years of apartment property management experience spoke and demonstrated her notebook full of certificates. Then I was up. The first thing I said was “Im not money driven” lol whyyyyyyy did I say that? Its a sales job. Money is exactly what drives it. Then I told them I am a gospel hip-hop artist. After I thought about it, I figured I didn’t look like much of a catch. But I gave it to God and then gave it my all.

God had different plans though. I got chosen to move to the next phase which is a paid 3 days of training. After that will be the salaried position with awesome company perks. So from what I can tell is that when God has something for you, it doesn’t matter what you do, you cant mess it up. If you walk in faith and the authority given to you by Him, you will be successful at whatever you attempt.

Luke 10:19 I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.


Philippians 4:19  And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

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