Cinch by the inch!

Well I have been meeting with my mentor for 5 months now. Wow, how times flies. As much as I knew that I needed an "intervention", I had no idea how much stuff I would have to go through within myself to even begin being able to get this process off the ground. My mentor, (and I suggest you all get or have someone that speaks into your life to drive you towards the things you desire to do), told me from the beginning that it would take some time, that old habits would have to be addressed and then redeveloped, that daily success is success. But me with my overwhelming mindset..... I want it all, I want it to change, and I want it fixed.....AND I want it now!
Little did I know that a small phrase that I recently heard could put all of what my mentor has been telling me for 5 months into perfect sync ...."It's a cinch by the inch....it's hard by the yard." Such a simple statement, but it makes a world of sense to me. If I do a little each day, I can accomplish what I set out to do at the top of this year. But I must take small consistent steps rather than the best out of 3 in long jump attempts.
Eating just one serving of fruits and vegetables per day, removing just soda or chips from my diet....one at at time. Working on home projects for 20 minutes a week, rather than tearing up the whole house for a month. Read my word and pray for 15 minutes.... it will increase as I become consistent in doing it daily.

So as you tackle your life's journey, dreams, and goals......know that you can do it. Take it a step at a time. Remember this race is not given to swift nor to the strong, but it is given to the one that endures until the end; and know that it really is a cinch by the inch!

Mayday, Mayday.....May Day!

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.......The saints of the most high God are being defeated left and right. They pray for healing and there are no results. They rebuke the enemy, but he does not flee. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.....the body of Christ is being taken by force and no one seems to know what to do.



I have found myself lately longing for days of old. The old black family. Old school women who got up early each morning and put on their dresses and stockings. Coiffed hair and lipsticked lips and earrings.....and that' s by 7 am. A time when your word enough, and you did what you said you would do. When a yea was a yea and a nay a nay. A time when you could see holiness....and I'm not talking about a long skirt or lack of makeup (although I believe that if that is what is necessary for some to keep the ways of the Lord, so beit).....no, a time when parents were heard praying in the middle of the night. When groups of "mothers" gathered weekly for prayer or for a shut in. When you knew what a man or woman stood for. When there was the laying on of hands and people recovered. A time when folks didn't mind going to church for Tuesday prayer, Wednesday Bible Study, Friday Night service, and then again on Sunday for day and evening service.



We can blame technology. We can blame the New Age movement. We can blame cell phones and text messaging.....but, we have made the gospel and living for Christ so convenient that it is no longer effective. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday....we are deceived that we are living for Christ, yet we are doing our own thing. Living how and when we want to live for Him. I was reading Isaiah 58; and the Lord revealed myself to me. If you have read the passage, enough said.



Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...... this May day, the mouth of Lord has spoken....will you heed His voice?