I look beyond my families learning and see God’s guidance in all.
Good words to live by. When you know God’s words you can decode any book to find answers.
Therefore lay apart all filthiness and the superfluity of wickedness, and receive with meekness the engrafted Word, which is able to save your souls.
Think about it, if we in graphed the world into our souls it must therefore drive out the old nature to replace it with a new nature. That my friends takes work and willingness and awareness of the process. How do we think that word can be graphed in unless we know our flesh is fallible? The body has its own nature, to run, hide, block, fear, you name it. But when the word is graphed in, it guides us through the transformation of our souls with the washing of the word. If we are so clean, if our flesh is so clean? Then why are we washing it with the word? What do we wash away? The carnal nature that struggles to trust Gods spirit within us.
Hiding our foul words does nothing to help. And using a different word does not deny that we said the foul word in code. Like we can say, Have a nice day, and mean, fuck you by the energy we put behind it. Or piffle, darn, gosh, poo, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious for that matter. We can be mean and sound nice folks, like I am not a dumb. We all know this, we just deny its existence. Like we know when someone says, Have a nice day and they really mean it and when they are being passive aggressive and speaking code. My Mama speaks code, she just does it, and I hear her.
The code I got was help me, everyone wants my stuff, they think you do too, and I am confused as to whether to trust my own child or not. She has shown me who’s the one she’s dealing with and hoping I can help them see, the woman she is in me. Sanity comes in different degrees and we all process differently. And God would not that anyone perish, or not get it. A sister is a sister and Mama’s tired. And I am helping her with this families adjustment. I get called in when shits got to go, its my nature to move energy. And when Mama calls out to God in prayer, God give me the message to help.
Like I really do care for my Mama and want the best for her. For me to go away is not an option folks, I am her daughter for God sake. That is just not an option, so let that one go. No going away of her long lost child who came home. Just not a really wise choice at all for those who have held onto it. Not very insightful if you ask me. What Mama, like our Mama, would want me to be banish? Seriously? People. Mama needs her girls to lay down whatever is between us all and let it go, for her. I am letting mine go here to use it to show others how to let go. And how to forgive it all and not hide myself in some dark obscure corner where God cannot use me or any of my experiences for the better good.
We are supposed to shine our light. The part they don’t tell you is that not everyone wants the light on, nor gets why we need light at all. Not all my family see the value in me, and how I add value to them and honor to Mama by coming home. But Mama does, now.
I am her bulldog girl. And I whip it into shape. After so long being Gone and had just figure out how to best assist. And well, I am very thorough, per my Mama’s modeling. Like anyone can see with their own two eyes that Mama cares deeply about home, and what Mama’s home is complete without all her babies around her? Seriously.
I am glad that God showed me about Tarot cards. Because they get me out of my head, and into my spirit and heart to find answers and encouragement that is in line with Gods word in my heart. If you graphed Gods words in, there in. And all that come into a person who’s graphed Gods word into them, in regulated by that word. And grace covers everything. Grace covers our adjustment to each other and all our fears and longings. Grace covers Mama missed marks back in the day that she could not see the results or even imagine them.
And I feel that Mama’s are only as good as we let them be by keeping them up to date with our truths. My kids keep me up to date where I have missed Marks, and I am grateful. I mean no, its not easy hearing or seeing where you missed it, but how can you shoot again if you don’t even know where the arrow went? How can you adjust your stand and point into the direction of your dream? Shall we just boo hoo? I mean I can wait forever, but its gonna be so much better once we all get over this hump that looks like mountain.
You know? I was blessed that big sister came and sparred with me about her shit. I get it sis. You all think I am crazy and I am not denying it at all. But when I get done, we will see what is crazy is not us, it’s just what we have been thinking. In the end, all there is is love, and love pushes lies out. And we just need to let it rip and say bye bye. Cuz we all get off track, and fear. Hell, I did, and still do. I think often, Lord, will I get through to them. Then I pray, and ask for a line to heaven to help me. Thank you Lord.
I have been circling the issue, to glean wisdom. I cycle my family because I am connected to them, and do not desire to disconnect from them. I have sent them loving energy my whole like, they just did not know it. Now they do. So the balls in their court and I am making them aware of this. I have been called unwelcome. So do you want me to keep coming up to see our Mama and put up with that? Would Mama? Hell no. Well, then act accordingly. Would you treat Jesus like that? Remember, Jesus turned the tables over in the temple. I turned the tables over in your minds.
As a strongly Christian family there is only one way. Unity, forgiveness, restoration, healing. Is there another way? I don’t read blocking in the scriptures? Is this some new tool? Guess I better go back to the books to find this tool?
I am being quite clear here. And am not fluffing your Ego’s if that is what you are used too. This is Mama, bare bones approach, you can’t tell me your forgot this her? Well, say hello to Mama’s secret weapon. Belinda Jean, named by a woman who did not know Mama’s name! So God. So God. I wonder Lord, what it will take to wake these folks up? And get them on the phone? or writing letters. What does it say about us to be like this? You can blame it all on me, but is anyone believing that? No. They are not.