Control Yourself



Chaos is all around us: scandals in the pulpit and throughout the pews, political unrest around the world stews, educational systems failing and folks bailing from the faith. But we don’t have to look to systems to see this; chaos meets us on our own streets with gang-banging activity (even in the suburbs), rampant drug use, bucked rolling eyes and children who otherwise despise and disrespect their parents. Yes, these unruly children may even belong to us. We can help our children abandon the chaos and prevent others from creating it when we emphasize their need for self control.

I’m not advocating hollering “Boy, you better control yo’self” while jerking the child to you or slapping an older child who you find too big to physically rule. I’m talking about systematically instituting external measures that will help shift their internal system for change that lasts well beyond the days of correcting a single offense. Getting a real handle on the self can revolutionize lives. Read the rest at EEW Magazine.

My One Thousand Gifts List

#301-310
For toothpaste to clean my teeth
No having to pay to park
A Blue Nile gift certificate that we used for dinner
Indigestion relief
Joshua telling me I’m the best mom in the world
Flynn remembering that I needed and buying me beets
Flynn getting carryout
A nice article on Nichole’s t-shirts
Loving children who love to show affection
Janice showing me what it means to be a loving mom

Don’t Deny Me

One of my EEW readers last week commented that it’s difficult for Christians to share our faith. Though she said my column was excellent it still seemed to me that she was not concerned if her college-aged sons witnessed to anyone about Jesus; she was just satisfied that they still walked with God. I acknowledged that witnessing can be difficult but said “but witness we must,” as a reminder to her that we don’t have a choice to simply be good Christians who love Jesus all for ourselves. No matter the difficulty, we are called to share Him with others, through building a rapport with them so they see our love for them and eventually our love for God that they too might want to have Jesus as their personal Savior and Lord.

Even as I gently reminded her, God loudly reminded me the same when I got a late-night invitation to a private dinner for the next evening for a woman that my heart aches for. I had to attend to share my love for her and God even though I didn’t know if I would have any brothers and sisters in Christ there with me. Though recovering strong black women have had very few problems facing difficulty, everyone appreciates a partner when you go in the trenches. A short battle ensued at the party, and I had to stand alone.

The guest of honor wanted me to bless the table by “keeping the prayer general” and then instructed me to include the names of various gods at the end of my prayer. After pausing, knowing I couldn’t follow that instruction but not wanting to defiantly offend her, I sat in silence waiting for the Holy Spirit to instruct me. He whispered, “If you deny me before men I will deny you before my Father” (Matthew 10:33). And though I knew denying Jesus was not an option, the Holy Spirit’s reminder emboldened me to stand firm on my conviction. “I’m a Christian and I pray in Jesus’ name,” I said. After demands to “just bless the food,” I repeated, “I’m a Christian and I pray in Jesus’ name. She wants me to pray in general. I don’t want to offend anyone.” The guest of honor decided to pray and I was glad we had food to give us something else to do besides talk. The moment was tense and I thought the night was ruined, but the night actually got better.

The guest of honor and one of her friends began to engage me in conversations of faith. Her friend even asked what church I attended and voluntarily said she was going to visit. Only God can shut the mouths of lions in the lions’ den and keep us from getting burnt in the furnace. Only He can turn darkness into light. He did that for me and I am grateful. We have to trust Jesus and His plans for us. “We ought to obey God rather than man” and leave the consequences up to Him (Acts 5:29).

My One Thousand Gifts List

#291-300
A good husband
Flynn proposal that I take the money set aside for the retreat and go on a personal writing retreat with Nichole
The joy of knowing that Flynn’s proposal was from God (I thought the same thing once I discovered the other retreat was sold out.)
An exceptionally good time with Flynn
Flynn loving me with all my flaws
Physically comfortable sleep
Andrina and Floyd for keeping the children
Getting toothpaste and toothbrushes from the hotel because we left ours at home
A husband who reminds me not to complain (in this case about the taste of the toothpaste)
For taste buds that work

The Word vs. The World

Last summer at a children’s birthday party my three-year-old son pretended to be a pirate along with the five-year-old honoree and a gang of other children. The birthday boy and my son really like each other and play well together when they get the chance, but this was not our usual crowd. Earlier this year I had helped the mother with one of her community projects and had babysat her son a few times. I was drawn to helping this single woman any way that I could, including praying daily for her salvation. I didn’t want to miss the party, so I dressed Nathaniel in a pirate’s outfit and suited myself with the armor of God, not knowing what conversations I would encounter.

Two very warm women—a Muslim and a follower of what she calls “oneness”—found their way to me and we talked about marriage. The Muslim was divorced and the other woman a predetermined…Read the rest at EEW Magazine along with other great columns from my sister writers and a host of other articles that I thank God for.

My One Thousand Gifts List

#281-290
Nate and Justus laying on, hugging and kissing me when I was sad about not being able to attend the retreat
God bringing me swiftly out of my funk by reminding me that I will get what I’m supposed to get
Packing for five and only forgetting a few items
The Christian Education staff for our gift of an overnight stay at the Doubletree Suites Hotel
Alone time with Flynn
Jazz at Cliff Bell’s
Being shuttled to Cliff Bell’s and not having to drive
A comfy hotel
Pleasant front desk staff
Laughter with Flynn

Handle Your Business

I had no idea the strong black woman had crept into my prayer life. For four days I had been blocked in my spirit, not feeling a free flow of the Holy Ghost during my prayer time. I asked the Lord what it was. He was silent. I fasted to find out what it was. God was silent. Then one morning before dawn, in the quiet of morning that I love, when my family is still asleep, the birds and crickets don’t chirp and no cars even drive down the street, God wakes me, beckons me to come. I don’t know what He wants, but I, like Samuel, simply say “Speak, Lord, for your servant hears.” The house is still silent and silent is what God remains. The silence becomes loud so I start speaking, praying for whoever comes to mind, believing it’s speaking time. God says nothing. Finally I cry, “What is it Lord? What are you trying to tell me? Did I end my fast too soon? Is there some sin I have that I’m missing? What is it Lord? Help me?” God then replaces my thoughts of people with the specific promises that He has given me. I know I am supposed to pray for those promises. This is where I have been negligent, laying aside my needs and seeking to fulfill those of others, still trying to be a strong black woman.

Daily I pray for others, my behavior toward others and my calling of ministering to women, particularly through writing. I go in detail praying for others, but I only get specific about the ministry activities I’m already doing and I ask in general for those things to come to pass that I believe God would have me to do. I have failed to pray for those specific promises He has told me would come to pass in my ministry. I’m asking for more but I have not stewarded through prayer what He has already promised me. While this has been true in my prayer life, for some of us that is the case in all of life.

We want a new house when the one we have is not clean. We want well-behaved children but we aren’t diligent in training and teaching them. We want our husband to serve us but we are constantly nagging him. We want good health but we don’t exercise. We want more when we haven’t done what we need to do with what we already have.

“To those who use well what they are given, even more will be given, and they will have an abundance. But from those who do nothing, even what little they have will be taken away” (Matthew 25:29—NLT). We can miss present and greater blessings when we pay attention to others’ affairs and neglect our own. We must seek to be those servants God wants to tell “Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much (Matthew 25:21).” Through God’s leading, we can lay down our strong black woman tendency to focus on others and much less on ourselves, pick up our God-given talents and use them for our greater good.

My One Thousand Gifts List

#271-280
Getting a flood of book promotion ideas
The church again being such a big blessing
Being able to attend and hear bible study
Hearing Justus’ laugh
Hearing Joshua’s loud voice
Lunch with Allecia
Completing my blog post
Flynn grocery shopping
Being accepted to an affiliate program
Joshua’s maturity in telling me “that it was fair” when I couldn’t sign up for Ann Voskamp’s retreat because it was sold out: “It wasn’t white rules,” he said, his wording for racism.

Non-Negotiables

What a blessing it was last night to be on Your Bedtime Blessing radio show with host Dr. Michelle Johnson. She truly is a gift to the body of Christ. As you may know the show’s title was “She’s Dead: Saying Goodbye to the Strong Black Woman.” On the show I mentioned that you have to have some non-negotiables to help you stay centered on God’s will and not your own. My number one non-negotiable is getting into the word of God. I must read it, meditate on it or study it daily. This, along with prayer, has been the ONLY thing that has kept me from losing my mind. Continue reading