Last week my summer classes started. I’m on the final stretch of my business degree. I’ll tell you what. Life never goes as we want it to. Does it?
I pictured by now that I’d have my degree in finance. Be working my way up some corporate ladder and making boocoo money.
Certainly didn’t plan on having a kid.
But I can’t complain.
The Lord has been good to me and my adorable illegitimate baby. And I do say, “illegitimate,” as a term of endearment. Sometimes I call her my little Nugget. Or little Stinker. She got so many nicknames.
Anyway, back to God’s goodness. And He is good.
I am humbled by all of you who follow realasthestreets.org because I’m shamefully mediocre. Just a human whose ambition far exceed her talent. A sinner Christian with more vice than virtue. I know my About Page says I enjoy encouraging others- which is true.
But I’ve found so much encouragement from you who leave me heartfelt words of support. My post, “More than I Can Bear,” was an excerpt of some of the difficulties we experience as Christians. Those moments where the enemy gets a foothold.
The onslaught of love and kindness from this blogging community truly helped (and continues to help) me. I sincerely believe God is displaying His love through all of you.
I won’t get too sappy and sentimental on y’all lol.
Just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you who have ministered to me along this journey of faith. And for anyone going through a rough patch, know you aren’t alone. God sees you and will reach you. One way or another.
He’s persistent like that.
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I never expected to outgrow the shame and insecurity developed during my tween and teen years. A shame that had latched on to me like an insatiable tick- sucking any ounce of self-assurance that dared to manifest.
The only happy childhood memories I have are of pageants. My mother dressing me up in bows and lace. And memories of her taking me to Church. Especially when she permitted to sleep over at the youth lock-ins.
Soon after that, though, things weren’t so good.
I don’t want to bore you with a tired ol’ tale of growing up in poverty. Residing in a singlewide, being fed on food stamps, playing with donated toys, and wondering why my mother couldn’t do any better than 2 minimum wage jobs.
God is a mystery I haven’t even begun to understand. I don’t know where He came from or why He exists. The Bible is my only insight into the profound entity that is God. But based on what I’ve read from His words… There are a few of His characteristics that I really like.
1. He is a creator. It’s one thing to create something from something. It’s another to create something from nothing. Countless Bible stories show God’s most impressive creations come from nothing. He built the world from nothing. He turned slaves into powerful tribes. Shepherds into kings. Harlots into heroines. And so much more.