Delete CommentShake It Off!

Shake off your dust; rise up, sit enthroned, O Jerusalem. Free yourself from the chains on your neck, O captive Daughter of Zion., Isaiah 52:2…Rebuke the devil for he has been lying……inaccurately defining…all that you are. In an effort to emotionally scar…the beloved’s psyche and heart. Rip your self esteem completely apart. Leaving women and young girls…chained to the world’s…unrealistic expectations. That exist from nation to nation…false revelations…globally defacing the love of God.

Secular messages…ungodly images…of what a beautiful body is. Demeaning the vessel that God gives…where his spirit resides and lives. And nobody ever ask His…opinion of what true beauty is. We just go on, reshaping the temple of God…to the specifications of man’s heart. As if the Potter had no part…when He molded the clay to the desires of His heart. So don’t let the world chip it away…tell yourself at least once a day…“I love myself in every way”…compliment another person along the way. For you have been fired in a kiln in a Holy way…when you brush off the dust, they’ll see you’re stamped…Hand of God Made.

Shake what your Momma gave Ya…love the fact God made Ya!
Mommy Dearest

Face to Face
Though I have many things to write to you, I do not want to do, so with paper and ink, but I am, hoping to be with you and to speak face to face, that our joy maybe made full, 2 John 9:12…thou I have not been as responsible as I should. I hope that you would…forgive my misgivings…for no man is good. I pray God, heal your heart…mend, the distance and time, we’ve been apart. For He offers, second chances and new starts.O Lord, turn the hearts…of Fathers and Mothers, to their children. Reconcile, rebuild and completely heal them…Father, instill them…with your love. Let them come face to face…in a neutral space…yes, in God’s time, He’ll choose the place. For the beloved to once again embrace…put the guilt, condemnation and disgrace…behind them. Be by the grace of God, filled with joy, that binds them…together again, face to face.

Seeking my Father’s, joy filled face,

Mommy Dearest

In Hades, where he was being tormented, he looked up and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus by his side. He called out, “Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in in these flames.”, Luke 16:23-24…from whence that old statement surely came,…“People in hell want ice water”. But if you end up there…no Heavenly body will care. Bother, to come…or be able to cross that vast chasm. For no earthly effort or prayer…will be able to reach you way down there.So maybe you should listen, while you’re up here! To those who care…desire to see your soul spared…the eternal pain and despair. All because in life…you refused to acknowledge Christ. Chose not to declare…confess the Name of Jesus, and be saved by The Royal Heir. The only man to ever leave damnation there…conquering death. So that the blessed…won’t have to make futile requests. But have eternal life and rest…in Heaven and on earth. Only His beloved, will experience no thirst…over flowing with the living water, sounds like a pretty cool perk.
Anybody…thirsty?
Mommy Dearest

Cause + Effect = CHANGE

As for me, I would seek God, and to God, I would commit my cause.,Job 5:8…Because without faith it is impossible to please God. For he who comes to God must believe that He exists, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him., Hebrews 11:6…and don’t let the circumstances freak them…out!Create disbelief and doubt…that God can’t make your situation turn out…for your good. Yes, everything isto change. From morning to evening conditions change. Season to season nothing remains the same…if you hold onto God’s promises in Jesus name. A reward for the righteous will be gained. If you commit the CAUSE…the effect will be CHANGE. Escape for you and your family, from the flames…of life.

I love to…collect change,

Mommy Dearest

Again I saw that under the sun the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor to the intelligent, nor favor to the skillful; but TIME and CHANCE happen to them all.,Ecclesiastes 9:11…how the chips fall…for God determines it all. Right place, right time…He dictates the reason and orchestrates the rhyme. The Holy Spirit, makes up and changes the mind.Then strategically positions you in line…to receive the preordained destiny God, has always had in mind. Assisted by the comforter, Christ left behind. Yes, a spiritual guide…to help you get to the right place…in God’s time. Cause chances are…what we call, coincidences are…Divine appointments…supernaturally meant…to one day fulfill God’s purpose. Only in hindsight do we see its relevance…but to Him that is faithful…it all makes sense.

Your not late…for that important date,

Mommy Dearest

The Cookie 

For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more.,Jeremiah 31:34…God forgives and forgets all of your, mistakes and transgressions…immediately upon your confession. So, why waste time with further reflection? Once we repent…our sins are forgiven the first time our request is sent…and trust that He knows if it was sincerely meant.The Lord’s old files are purged, once properly sent. Only retrieved ifmessages fail to relent. If He wasn’t the Great I AM…I’m sure He would have to upgrade His spam! For condemnation has the beloved’s circuits jammed. Falling for that old “Strolling down memory Lane” sham…don’t open it or you’ll be emotionally damned! DELETE, for forgiveness is at Hand…the Cookie Monster may not be able to, but God, for sure can!

Oh how I love…the Cookie Dumpster,
Mommy Dearest

Made

The Lord maketh poor, and maketh rich; he brings low, and lifteth up. He raised up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, to set them among princes, and to make them inherit the throne of glory:, 1 Samuel 2:7-8…take you from skid row, to wall streets executory. Thou in the pursuit of happiness you might have to sleep in the subway laboratory. Yes, life will take you, from the delivery room, to the crematorium. Those who persevere will experience His Glory…by the testimony of their life story.How they rose above…the struggle that once was. All that they knew…now proud to give credit to…the One that bought them through. The same kind of hell many of us have gone or are going through. In your effort to be exulted to…a God child, that ain’t just limited to…the reality show, star crew. Remember The Good Lord can endow upon you…any status quo…on high or on low. According to your destiny, so…remember you were made in His image and likeness, long before…show ratings soared?

 

 

 

 

 

 

I what be Made,

Mommy Dearest

All-Access Pass

For a wide door for effective work has opened to me and there are many adversaries., 1 Corinthians 16:9…on a mission to stop us from walking through that door of opportunity. The devil doesn’t want to see us succeed…cross the threshold into our hopes and dreams. The opposition has set up smoke screens…to block us from reaching our divine destinies. Because he is unable to lock the door or throw away the keys. For those who have faith and believe…in the unseen.Yes, there are sliding doors…divine portals that lead straight towards…supernaturally opened doors (divine Connections). Where Jesus stands and knocks…If you ask, He will graciously unlock…the way, the truth and the life. Help you find the door jam through the darkest of nights. Christ is the light that, beams so bright…you could feel your way to the light. Glimpse the flashing arrows that lead to the sight. Beloved, don’t be preoccupied with what the door looks like. Cause when Scotty’s…ready to beam up his party…ain’t nobody…including the devil in hell…gonna stop you from gaining, access.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m working my All-Access Pass,
Mommy Dearest

Face to Face

I have many things to write to you, but I prefer not to do so with paper and ink; I hope to come to see you and talk with you face to face, so that our joy may be complete., II John 13:12…texting and e-mailing is great…but I love it when we meet! Shake hands or hug and kiss in the street…chat over a cup of coffee, publicly or discrete. Your presence is better than multiple tweets…when I heard you were coming…I baked a cake and bought your favorite sweets. Instead of typing LOL, we can finally laugh out loud…Lord have mercy, I missed you child!I’m so happy to see your face…no web cam can replace…and yes, I appreciate Myspace…but there’s no joy like that I feel…when we’re actually in the same physical space. So let’s make a point to get together…at either your or my place. Spend some quality time together, Lord knows that would be great! Oh, how I long to see your smiling face to face.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s get physical…physical,
Mommy Dearest

Bulls Eye

Know assuredly that the Lord your God will not continue to drive out these nations before you: but they shall be a SNARE and a TRAP for you, a scourge on your sides, and THORNS in your eyes, until you perish from the good land that the Lord your God has given, Joshua 23:15…unless you abandon the bad influences…that have driven you, away from God. They all look good but trust Him, it’s all a facade.Surrounding you…at home, in the office and your church family too! All those who God desires to separate from you. So, go ahead and let the Master downsize your personal and professional crew. He knows each and every heart through and through. Whether they truly love or hate you. Have they given you the loyalty and respect that He feels is due…not the lip service they religiously spew.For the true motives of men don’t always shine through…the packaging can be quit deceiving, Boo. Don’t be deceived, by card reads, oh how I love you! It’s wise to watch for THORNS…when roses are anonymously delivered, Beloved be warned! The devil came dressed up like an angel of light, when in reality he had horns. Don’t risk being gored…commit others to the Lord. He’ll deal with the BULL…if you just don’t let the wool…be pulled over your eyes…including the spiritually photo shopped kind.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had enough of the Bull,

Mommy Dearest

Blocks of Bologna

And the word of the One shall go forth, cast up. cast up. prepare the way. Take up the stumbling block out of the way (of the Spiritual return) of my people., Isaiah 57:14…remember, “here is the church and here is steeple, open the door and see all the people”. Sitting in the pews…often still just as confused…as when they got there. Impressed by the robes that the Priest wears…the congregations saviorfaire. Sunday best and coiffed hair…Godly salutations primate the air. But do the saints really care?About the down trodden and the heavy loads they bear. Frightened and scared…to embarrassed to share…go on ahead and let down their hair. So instead of lifting up ungodly testimonies…they join in with the other self righteous phonies…choking to death on all the religious bologna. Craved so thick…got the new believer stumbling over legalistic bricks…left from what they build the church with. Please don’t let brother Bob the builder get…you catch up with…making bricks…with no straw. That’s like cramming, bologna down a new born babies craw! When everybody knows, they need milk, to grown up big and strong..

Even Pharaoh knew it couldn’t be done,
Mommy Dearest

God’s best Dance Crew

What are you dancing for? I’m dancing before the Lord because He chose me and my family…a royal covenant you see…He appointed me their king. Therefore I’m willing to act a plum fool. I’ll show the world God rules…in my life. I’ll kick up my kneels in plain sight…and look even more foolish as the party gets hype.And I don’t care if the worlds not feeling me, I’m confident my Christ like moves are tight. So you can catch me dancing on the corner in broad daylight. Or on the dance floor…on any given night. And I’m not sinning…it’s the DJ that has me spinning…out of control…the Master of my soul. So crank it up louder…I want to dance a little harder…flip out for the Father! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Give God a chance…to teach you how to break dance

Mommy Dearest

Out of Left Field

At that time two men will be in the field, one will be taken and one will be left. Two women will be grinding at the hand mill; one will be taken and one will be left., Matthew 24:40-41…alien abduction will be the governments best…excuse. And the Church shall deny it to boot…the Rapture they all shall refute. For surely it can not be! I’m a Christian and if it were true, He would not have left me!I’ve followed all the commandments and tithed faithfully…followed all the churches criteria set before me. So, why would Jesus, leave somebody as religious as me? And take those that outwardly seemed…sinful and unclean? This has to be a bad dream…any moment I’m gonna wake up and find out I’ve been beamed…up, to the mother ship. Some of us best get hip…recognize we may be living with a false balance…overly self-righteous. Yes, the lack of LOVE, will have a believer STUCK in a crisis…because Christ, will be sure to dis…leave behind the loveless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love will be the deciding factor…who’s taken in the rapture,
Mommy Dearest

Baggage Check

David left his packages in the care of the baggage keeper and came and greeted his brothers., I Samuel 17:22…without his former, issues, circumstances and troubles. Now unencumbered as, a bubble…floating above life’s troubles. The boy, dropped the dead weight, quick fast and on the double…arose a man, victorious from the rubble.

Now wielding stones, that feel as lite as pebbles…compared to the super-sized weapons, of giant rebels. Those who underestimate the power of God and refuse to gravel, at His feet. Instead of retreat…they suffer defeat…because they won’t leave, their packages at the feet…of the Baggage Keeper.

Check your excess baggage,

Mommy Dearest

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Diary of a Happy Woman

A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing, but a broken spirit dries up bones., Proverbs 17:22…the best thing to do is get your Def Comedy Jam on…get in the Laugh Factory zone! Laugh out loud…hoot and holler for a while. When was the last time you cracked a smile?It will do you a world of good…if you would…laugh till you cry…bide your sorrows good-bye. Try not to, pee your pants and giggle till your high and dry. For there’s no time to waste, being sad, today. Girl, I bought us tickets to a Tyler Perry play! So, get your coat, because this is your oh happy day!
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Diary, today I am happy,
Mommy Dearest

Seeing Stars

I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living., Psalm 27:13 and give thanks to God for giving Me…all that He promised. Bound in heaven and on earth unloosed…predestined, not self induced. So I don’t have to wait on a mansion in heaven…or bet on lucky number seven eleven. Just believe the Psalm inspired by God in heaven.Who will bless you with the desires of your heart and make your plans succeed. Psalm 20:4..If you let Him use you, to manifest His Glory on the worldly scene. For His thoughts for you, are far beyond your imagination. So set your expectations…on the Most High…and the sky…will have no limit! Beloved shoot for the moon and fall among the stars…the earthly kind, that are…promised to those that believe!
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Star Walk, in faith,
Mommy Dearest

And The Winner Is…

For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your Heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins., Matthew 6:14-15…It benefits you and them…to just go ahead and give in…this strategy results in a win, win. Why choose to stay chained to your sins…forgiveness is where freedom begins and slavery ends. Christ died to emancipation us from the sin…that masters the hearts of women and men.

Beat down so long, by the pain…bitterness and resentment, most can not restrain…the effects of offenses, that have not been washed in Jesus Name. So put the past behind you…choose to forgive and try to forget the offense against you…holding grudges only hurts you. The devils way to divert you, from the truth…prolong your pursuit…of true happiness. By refusing to practice this simple premise…”you got to GIVE to GET”…you reap what you sow…including forgiveness.

And the Winner is,
Mommy Dearest

No holes Barred Code

Code 142 gives me a license to complain…directly to YOU (GOD)…so that, I choose to do. Spell out all my troubles in detail…raise Holy hell. About what’s bothering me…whether others understand or even see…what’s aggravating me. As the unseen enemy attacks…effecting the way I react…to the stimuli. Oh how I rely…on You God, to hear my cry. For this is my first and last chance…to avoid the danger that is rapidly advancing. And only You Lord, you know how I’m feeling. Down and out and sinking in despair…I smell the sent of depression in the air.Oh where…oh where, is the exit? The neon sign that spiritually reflects it…must be disconnected. There’s got to be a way to reconnect it! Help me take the negative energy, and redirect it…honestly project it. Lord have mercy…these feelings have taken control of me….”Please come and rescue me!” My flare gun is almost on empty.I must reload…let my complaints explode…to a higher power…rebuke the devil even louder! For I have a license to vent…that’s exactly what Psalm 142 represents. So, “I cry to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication. I pour out my complaint before Him; I tell before Him my trouble.”, Psalm 142: 1-2…quick, fast and on the double! I’m here, to let the beloved know…there is a, no holes barred code…when it comes to God and suffering souls!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Break the Code of Silence,
Mommy Dearest

What…Lord?

Teach me what I do not see, if I have done iniquity, I will do it no more, Job 34:32…I truly was ignorant before…oblivious to what the Bible was designed for. To Instruct, Enlighten and Rebuke…the scriptures clarify and refute…those who deny the truth. For we often take it hard…to see ourselves as we really are.So Lord, if I’ve messed up…open my eyes up…so I may see all the disobedient stuff. That separates me, from Your Love, God…please don’t take my wrongs to heart. For if I have sinned…help me recognize, and then…I will repent and be reconciled to You…once again.

 Forgive me, Father…for I know not what I’ve done,
Mommy Dearest

Bee Keeper

When you are trying to teach those who are mixed up concerning the truth. For if you talk meekly and courteously to them they are more likely, with God’s help, to turn away from their wrong ideas and believe what it true., 2 Timothy 4:25…let me simplify that statement for you…say it like my Grandma use too. “You catch more flies with honey then vinegar”. Yes you do!Child, harsh words built up walls between others and you…and don’t forget the Lord is listening too…scrutinizing the methods you use. So, watch what you say…thou you may be right, it should be delivered in a loving and compassionate way. Then commit it to God and pray…for Him, to make it sink in…help them recognize they been living in sin. Only soft words can turn away wrath…set a man on a new and right path. Having you, say to yourself, “How sweet,” it is at last…to pass…the honey child…test.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you sting like a bee or dip with honey?,
Mommy Dearest

 

 

Progress Report

I made progress in her; to her/him who I give wisdom I will give glory., Sirah 51:17…For Sister Girl, got a story…to tell! How she escaped her own living hell. Unlocked the mental Ceil…she was locked in…living in sin. Sacrificing herself to women and men…family and friends…left empty in the end.
Yes, many of us are still nursing scares from way back when. And will be, until we let Jesus in…repent our her former sin.That’s when…the real progress begins…and Wisdom becomes our best friend. From glory to glory, the divine process…transcends…the fleshly desires within. Only then…do we rise to the occasion…every time we praise Him…who made progress in her. The Lord knows, that it can occur…in you…who’s progress report is over due! When you get hip…and stick to the script…you’ll be singing a new song. Pain and suffering gone…yes, every lie, ever lie!

Its the end where I begin,
Mommy Dearest