I cannot tell you how many people live with mental health situations and challenges and think that they have no way out.
Most are anxious, and anxiousness causes anxiety, and anxiety leads to anguish.
Listen, the Bible tells us, “Be anxious for nothing but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be known unto God” (Phil. 4:6).
Let us break this down.
Being anxious means to worry about.
We are to worry about NOTHING. And the only way you can calm yourself from worry is to first know who God is. So many folks say they Christians but don’t really trust God. I will not claim anything or anyone I cannot trust. What’s the use in having a Heavenly Father whom you don’t have faith in. It doesn’t mix.
Then those who know Him, pray and participate in supplication. What does that mean? To pray is to communicate with God; to make supplication is to ask or beg honestly and humbly for what you want.
The act of thanksgiving is to thank God in advance for what you’ve asked for, knowing two things.
1. If He gives it, you are thankful. And,
2. If He doesn’t give it, you are still thankful.
What you mean Scroggins? How will I be thankful and He’s not giving what I asked or begged for?
I’m thankful because I understand that He knows what’s best for me. And whatever He doesn’t give, it didn’t fit with His or my purpose. PERIOD.
Listen, don’t allow the world to feed you or provoke you to putting a name or sickness on your sin. Anything the Bible tells you not to do, but you do it, that is sin. I’m not denouncing mental health, I am declaring that some of you are experiencing spiritual unhealthiness. There’s a difference. If you fully understand who God is, then you will know He is sovereign and in control of everything.
You, my dear, are right where God wants you.
Make the firm decision to learn what blessings are on this level for you. Embrace and enjoy your today. Because when you keep looking for tomorrow, it will check you out of today. Check back in by being thankful and grateful for the things He’s already done.
And bless the Lord for all He’s getting ready to do in, for, and through you.
Excerpt From The Right Choice. Grab a copy here: https://amzn.to/2ExnGtt or on #KindleUnlimited!
Vance unlocked his front door praying that Jasmine had left with their family. For the first time since they met, he didn’t want to see her face. Not that he didn’t love her, but he had an uncanny feeling that if Elaina could kill her, she would.
He didn’t see any other car in the parking lot except his. And he walked as slow as he could to get to his place. One mind told him to just hit Elaina’s arm, but she held the gun with so much confidence.
How could I not see this happening to her? How could I have been so blind?
As if she’d read his mind, Elaina shifted, then spoke, “Vance, stop looking at me as though I’m a basketcase and hurry up and open the door.”
A feeling of relief poured through him when he opened the door and there were no signs of Jasmine and the entire place was dark.
“Where is she?” Elaina asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“After the stunt, you pulled, she’s probably on her way back home.”
“Oh so you’re mocking me, Vance?”
“Elaina, why don’t you just go home and we will pretend this never happened. You are a beautiful girl and you can get any guy you want.”
“But I don’t want any guy. I want you, Vance.”
“Elaina. We’ve talked about this over and over and nothing is going to change other than, I might not be marrying Jasmine because of you.”
“Oh, so now you’re blaming me?”
“You are the one who showed a picture of you kissing me to thousands of people, including Jasmine.”
“Oh, so it was just me kissing you, Vance? I knew you’d find a way to spin the entire situation.”
Vance fell to the floor and Austin screamed.
The bullet hit Austin, but in the arm. He let off a yell and fell to the floor. Play dead. Play dead. Austin closed his eyes as he heard her moving in his direction. He held his breath and dropped his head to the side. As soon as he heard her walking away, Austin scooted his body close to the bottom of the sofa where he could see them.
Vance was still breathing but now Elaina knelt next to him.
Austin knew he had to take action.
He could hear Elaina speaking, “I never meant to hurt you. All I wanted was us to be together. But I know you hate me so I’d rather kill you and then no one can have you.”
As she continued talking to Vance, Austin carefully retrieved his phone from his pocket. The pain in his arm caused him to flinch. Lord, please don’t let my boy die. Lord please. And please don’t let me die.
First, Austin wanted to text someone in case she really did kill them both. The first person that hit his mind was Coach Felton. He used his thumb to text as fast as he could.
Coach Felton, Vance and I have both been shot. Elaina Mitchell did it. At Vance place. The girl is crazy.
Then he turned the volume down on his phone, disabled the sounds, dialed 911, put the phone on speaker, and pushed it underneath the sofa as far over as he could.
Vance spoke slow, “Elaina, just let Austin go.”
She pointed the gun at him, “What do you think I am, a fool? He’s dead, so get your mind off him. You broke my virginity. You turned your back on me. You blamed me for sleeping with Tim but never asked me if he raped me. You just took his word and left me. Then you have the nerves to flaunt a woman in front of me.”
Vance mumbled, “I forgive you, Elaina.”
Elaina screamed, “Don’t say that. You’re always trying to be a good Christian, but you weren’t so good when you were all up in me. Where were your Christian values then?”
“Elaina, I loved you. You were the first person I ever slept with and you knew that. I thought we were going to be married, so we made love.”
“Oh so now it was lovemaking? If you loved me, you would have found out how I got with Tim. He raped me, Vance, then he told you that I wanted him. And that’s why he’s dead now.”
“Yes, I killed him and no one knows it. Then I set him on fire in his car. Everyone thinks he died in that car explosion, but he was already dead before the car went up in smoke.”
“Elaina, please don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what? Love you enough to leave you here struggling as you left me? Well, it’s done and I’m wondering if I should just kill you.”
The Right Choice. Grab a copy here: https://amzn.to/2ExnGtt or on #KindleUnlimited!
We all face different challenges in life. Sometimes, the same challenge as others but in different ways and during different phases of life. But, no matter what it is we face, we can overcome because we were built as an overcomer.
Tonight I had a conversation with my sister/friend who is in the hospital facing COVID. Even as she spoke, I could feel the anointing. The special gift God has given her to break yokes and ease the hearts of others through words spoken or song, rest securely on her lips. All I could think was out of the mouth of the anointed.
God has perfected a praise in her even in the state she’s in. Hallelujah!
Well, Scroggins what is the thought?
How are you handling your challenges or how are you coping with what you're going through? Is your head hung in despair and heart broken to the point you don't want to live?
Can you still find something to praise God for right in the midst of your situation?
Listen, praising God has been proven to be stronger than the cable wires on a machine made to lift heavy things. Praising God has the power to lift you out of anything. It can change your heart and mind, and give you the strength to press. Even if you have to crawl or make steps like a baby just learning to walk.
So, first, you've got to learn to simply: Praise God.
Then, you’ve got to learn how, when, and where to praise God.
I'm glad you need to know.
How? In spirit and in truth and with a joyful noise.
When? In the midst of good times and bad and whenever you feel the desire. And,
Where? Anywhere and everywhere you go.
Can you make this your decree?
I will bless the Lord at all times. His praises shall continuously be in my mouth!
I just blushed as she spoke of the goodness of God and said, “Now this is the testament of her life.”
To be in the throws of sickness, but yet find a praise pouring from your lips shows that we are definitely overcomers.
Happy Holidays and please pray for my sister & friend!
Excerpt from Grace Restored. You can grab a copy here: https://amzn.to/2HEkU7L or read it on #KindleUnlimited.
I walked into Faith Temple Cathedral, four years ago, and my entire world changes. Every time I take a break from wife and the music, I find myself sitting on this chair beside the oval-shaped swimming pool, thinking back to that very day.
I wasn’t sure what I expected or either what I wanted, but what I had that day, was definitely worth more than what I had.
I slide into the back row making sure my dark shades didn’t fall when I lowered my body into the seat. I took the seat directly next to a young lady who held her little baby in her arms. Some of the teenagers on the row in front of me looked back at me and waved. Apparently, there were fans a disguise would not fool, but I pretended I wasn’t aware of them.
The choir sang, “Oh how I love Jesus,” and a tingling came over me. I closed my eyes, lowered my head and the young lady sitting beside me touched my knee.
“Christ loves you.” She whispered and flashed a smile fit for the cover of JET Magazine.
Not really knowing what to say, I simply nodded but wondered how she’d known my thoughts. The choir continued to sing, and a tall man whom I presumed the pastor, stood up before the microphone. As if he too heard my thoughts, he spoke, “It doesn’t matter what you’ve done; Jesus loves you.” He simultaneously began to sing along with Faith Cathedral’s heavenly sounding choir.
Then he asked,“How many of you take into consideration, we all are filth and rags before the Lord? Thanks belonged to God when the Saints were sinners, Christ died for us. Christ didn’t die because of our goodness, kindness, or sin-free life. Christ loved us and He is still showing us His love now! Can I get a hallelujah?” Pastor Strong asked and the noise level in the church resembled a baseball game. Many of the parishioners were shouting, “Hallelujah,” while some shouted, “Thank you, Jesus.”
The reaction of these parishioners reminded me of how fans reacted when I came to the microphone to spit lyrics; the crowd usually goes wild and when they go wild, I go harder. After the pastor got them all crunk, he said he better stop before he wouldn’t be able to preach. To one lady it didn’t matter because she belted out, “Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord”! And as if on cue, the choir began singing, “Thank you, Lord!”
I respected the power of God and its existence, but never had I witnessed anything this powerful before. The church radiated with love and even the pastor showed earnest, genuine love for God and God’s sons and daughters. The Pastor’s willingness to allow the Holy Spirit to move went beyond any act of obedience I’d ever seen before. As men and women deliberately got their break-through, Pastor Strong stretched out his arms, lifted his eyes and head towards heaven, and began to cry. Unresistant, and without shame, this move brought me to tears.
I hadn’t cried in a while and even surprised myself. I came through those heavy glass doors searching and expecting, and if it were only tears I found, that was exceedingly wonderful. There was definitely a justifiable cause for my tears. I shed tears for all the times I experienced hurt, for my guilt, and for the pain my mother caused.
Again, the young woman next to me came right to my rescue. She handed me a Kleenex and told me that God cared. I needed the words she spoke and held her gesture of kindness close to my heart.
Little did I know, God had a plan that beat all of the plans I’ve ever had. All I know is that of all the places I could have sat in this church, when I came through the doors, that seat was calling my name. I was so heavy in my heart behind my mother stealing money from me until I wanted to just run.
My grandmother always said, “It’s a poor man that runs and don’t know where he’s running, but a smart man when he runs, he runs straight into the arms of the Lord.”
That’s exactly what I did. I ran to the Lord’s house and one thing I know for sure, God met me there.
You won’t hear too many rappers like myself say this, but I realized a long time ago, even when I was smoking everyday, that the only person who had my back for real was God.
You can take good care of the entourage, buy them smoke, shoes, gold chains, and build stores so they can advance in their own communities, but it’s always a jealous negro hiding in the set.
At first, I thought this was some bull. Then I read one day in the Bible when the angels came before the Lord, the devil came with them. That right there made me always keep one eye opened, looking for that devil in my set.
He just happened to be using my momma too.
Grace Restored; You can grab a copy here: https://amzn.to/2HEkU7L or read it on #KindleUnlimited.