Saturday, September 27, 2014

Surrender



Every now and then I want to give up. I want to walk out of my door get into my car and drive and not return. Leave it all to the wolves. Disconnect from it all. From the angry faces and genuine smiles. From the empty words and lack luster dreams, the so called American dream. Just give it up. I want to toss in the towel and waive the white flag. I give. I give. All of us are facing some situation or circumstance. No one is exempt from facing hardships. Guess what? That is exactly what God wants us to do. Give it up, to Him. He is waiting with open arms for you to say, Lord I can't do it anymore.

Dr. Celeste Ownens wrote a wonderful book called, The 40-Day Surrender  Fast - The Guide for Releasing Your Plan, Renewing Your Mind, and Restoring Your Life. Let me say this, get the book and work it, work it, work it. The fast consists of surrendering a stronghold or a blessing blocking issue. It is giving up something that is keeping you from God's absolute best. Dr. Owens shares godly wisdom and familiar life issues that we all can relate too. At the end of each chapter there are reflective questions. There is also a companion journal. There is a daily prayer call and this is my favorite. You can also listen to the prayer calls on her website.  She has a panel that shares words of encouragement and let me tell you, I have been truly blessed and encouraged. You can learn more at Surrenderfast.com. Go on over and take a look and get on board. You will not be disappointed. You will be forever changed.

When I committed to the fast that is when satan increased his attack, but God. I am so thankful for this journey. I am seeing clearer, feeling more prominent focus, and most of all I am feeling much closer to God.  I feel the scales falling from my eyes. Acts chapter 9 talks about a man named Saul. He killed Christians. On his way to kill again much like what is happening in Iraq and other countries God blinded him and asked him, why are you persecuting me? Saul was blinded. He had to be led away. In his time of blindness I have to believe that he knew. He knew a change was about to come. He was chosen. I am sure he was questioning why him. It was all a part of God's master plan. Well let me tell you, God will do that to us. He will blind us to get our attention. He will allow hardship to force us to seek Him in spirit and in truth. Most times we blind ourselves with the things we hold dear in our lives and the way in which we live our lives. Addiction, lust, greed, selfishness to name a few are strongholds. The neglect of others, is a stronghold. Anything that you place higher than God is an idol and God says in Exodus 20:3 NLT, Do not worship any other gods besides me. The time is now to step out in faith and step into a whole new way of life. Isaiah 55:8-9. Step into God's master plan. We must look within and acknowledge our mess. Once we do this, we must then admit them and surrender them all to God.

I will not give up or give in. Today, is a new day. Yesterday is gone.  I love the life that I have right now and it is getting better. As I decrease, God is increasing. I am praising God because He chose me for such a time as this.

 God has chosen you too. Accept the call and surrender it all to Him.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Time

I wish at times that I could go back in time.
Back when honesty and loyalty were the badges of honor. Where respect was shown especially to the elders. Living.
Where we were mindful of the words we said and who we said them too.
Where Sunday was a day for God and home cooked meals around the table. Laughter. Family.
Where woman taught their children instead of leaving the teaching to others, the streets.
Where men were leaders of majesty and power and not hoodlums and goons, animals.
Where woman were not misguided and broken pieces of  abused art but woman of class virtue royalty.

Where flowers were a gift of appreciation.

I wish at times that I could go back in time.
I would have listened to my elders instead of ignoring their words later to learn, they were right.
I would have payed attention when the words preached, all that glitters ain't gold. Why by the cow when the milk is free.
I would have not allowed one mistake to turn into a habit. Habitual.
I would have ran the courses to graduation and tossed the cap. More than once.
I would have allowed God to be the foundations while building an empire state of mind. Peace of mind.
Would have leaned that you did not shine but took my sparkle. Diminished.
I would have changed the habits into a path of legacy. Future freedom.

Is it late now for many I say, maybe not except for the day that death comes snatching the breaths of life. The living. No, there will be a new journey heaven or hell.  Rejoicing or gnashing of teeth.

Since the past is forever gone and today is here. Live it as if it is your last. Love on those you can and pray for everyone.

Stand up and move because you can't go back in time.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Let Me Introduce Myself

My name is Lynette, I am also called Peace Still for those who are friends with me on Facebook. I also answer to Lyn, Nana and that lady who reads many books. I am 52 years old. I have 2 wonderful sons and 6 beautiful grand children. I live in the Pacific Northwest where the grass is green and water is all around.  I am a Seattle Seahawk fan to the tenth power. Go Hawks!

I am a writer. I have been writing passionately for 15 years. I have penned many words about life, love, and the love that Christ has for us all. I don't claim to be a scholar, but I will seek and conquer that which I need to learn and embrace. I write because God has given me a desire to encourage others to live their best life, in Him and Him alone. My desire is to visit women's shelters, help the homeless and support foster care. I had a wonderful foster mother Sylvia R Jones, may she rejoice in peace. I desire to encourage others to step out of the confines of their lives and see the whole world right in their hands. I write because I have a story to tell be it about my life or the lives I have imagined.

In 2003 I was watching a show called, The Starting Over House where IyanlaVanzant was one of the mentors. Visit her website at iyanlavanzant.com. I had never seen nor heard of her before this, I feel in love. In love with her passion and gift to encourage others to see past their pain and see healing along with living in that healing. Ms. Vanzant spoke directly to my brokenness and self destruction. She spoke into the dark places I thought would never come to light. Through her words I began to see a better way. I had the pleasure of attending one of her forums here in Seattle Washington and I was in the 3rd row, up close and personal. Tears flowing I wanted to run up on that stage and hug her and tell her how much she has helped me through her shows and books. Yes I am a reader too. If you can not read you can not write. I am like you. I cry, I become fearful, I have loved and lost, I laugh, I become angry and I also doubt. I say that I can relate to a bowl of broken glass, many small pieces, shattered. In all of that I know a God who did not give us a spirit of fear but a spirit of love. With that love, I desire to share with others stories that will open their heart. I desire to see others become whole and free from anything that has them in bondage. I can only do that by pointing to Christ with writing and motivational speaking. There are many wonderful authors and speakers who have penned many works of literature. I will be amongst them. I desire will be in the libraries and in places where others are hurting and in need of peace if it is only through words. I am called to write this vision and make it plain. Habakkuk 2:2.

In closing, I pray that you desire to support me in any small way you can. I pray that you will plant a seed and watch it grow through me and the words that I write. Becoming a self published author is no easy feet but I am ready for the adventure. Writing classes and conferences, editors, printers, copyrights, and so much more oh and marketing lets not forget the marketing. Please take a moment to visit my personal page at gofundme.com/8p2tf4.

Thank you for stopping by and spending time with me. If you would like to connect with me you will find me  on Twitter @theuniqueview and on Facebook , search for me by Peace Still (I will add the direct link as soon as I can figure that out) I am not a techy. LOL

I leave you with this quote. I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die and find out there isn't, then live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is. Albert Camus

Be Blessed

Scream Passion And Take Action

What is your passion? Are you sure of what your passion is? You are not alone. God has given us all a desire, a gift. There are many reasons you could not be aware of your gift. Working to pay your bills, children and the list goes on. Do not fret over what you can't do but instead direct your focus on all of the many things you can do.

Writing is my passion. Writing drives me to think and ask many questions. Writing causes me to look outside of the box. You can do it. Take some time today and ask yourself, what is my passion? Don't let your present condition stop you from seeing your future condition. You were created for a time such as right now. Not when but right now.

Failure only happens when you fail to act. You must take the leap of faith. No, it will not be easy but it will be worth your attention and participation. Get moving.

Celebrate the greatness in you and live your passion.

So I ask you again, what is your passion?

Live the good life.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Personal Reflection

Matthew 5:3 NLT - God blesses those who realize their need for Him, for the Kingdom of Heaven is given them.

To those of you who live with a chronic illness, don't loose heart. Don't feel that you are alone. Though you may not know what each day holds, God does and he is right there with you. He knows your pain because He felt it on the cross. He has a plan.

In the past 3 years my life has been turned upside down with the illness that confuses me. The pain at times is breath taking, literally. Physical movement, missing in action. There are times I want to give up but the God in me will not allow it. There are times when I want to act a straight donkey (picture her bucking). There are times that my faith abandons me. I know God's got it and He has the plan. As Paul says, fight the good fight. We win. We have won. The victory song is already playing. The battle is really not ours, it is His.

Do what you must and what you can. Pray and pray. Cry and cry some more. There is healing in those tears. Take the medication. Rest. Sing praises. Encourage yourself, speak over yourself. Clap your hands in honor of The One True God on the throne of grace. Feed your mind with God's word. The more you eat of His goodness the more power you will have. Now, is the faith. Now in your spirit.

It does not look like it now but you have won by the strips Jesus received and the blood He shed for you and for me.  We. Are. Healed. Claim it and know this too shall pass.

Peace be unto you.

Monday, September 1, 2014

You Matter

This is for you who are hurting in the dark while wearing the mask during the day.

You are a gift but not to all because you represent authority, maturity, grace, and dignity. You have standards and boundaries. You have vision and passion.  You seek and desire wisdom. You want to elevate to the next level, God's best.

But what a shame when you know some only pretend to appreciate you when its convenient for them. Stop them in their tracks. Many suffer in silence due to neglect, abandonment, and affections withheld. Offered lies of love. Don't be one of them. They are showing you how they truly feel about you and what value they place on your presence in their imaginary world. Their fate will be rewarded the same measure they have shown.

Pray and give them over. God can and will BREAK every chain in the name of Jesus.

Take authentic authority and rise. Live in priority and on purpose. Love yourself and remember also that God loves you, unconditionally.

You matter.