Walking the Streets

Yesterday morning, my friend, Sal, and I met at the Lemon Grove trolley station to see what God had in store for people. It was the second time we’d seen each other, but you would’ve thought we’d known each other for a while because that’s the Kingdom connection we all have in Christ.

When we came together, we were both sharing how we used to “need” outreaches to reach out to people but now, that’s not the case because it’s turned into a lifestyle for each of us. We met to teach another young man how to pray on the streets, but he ended up not coming, so Sal and I decided to change the world without him. Continue reading

A Dance in Glory

Many times, I’m told that people were drawn to look at me while I was dancing with flags, but as soon as they caught themselves, they apologized to God and looked away, but I’m not totally convinced that watching people worship’s a bad thing. Countless times, I’ve found myself watching others worship because of they way they were worshiping; it had drawn me deeper into the heart of God.

At Red Seal Ministries
At Red Seal Ministries

Last night, I had an amazing time dancing with God during worship. Youknow, the phrase for my business is “worship flags that release God’s glory.” That phrase was written for a reason, and I believe people are drawn the glory I’m dancing in, not necessarily me.

I picture it this way: everything God’s done in me and through me pours into my dance, and it gives Him glory, which He gives right back to me. I think THAT’s what people see. Although, I could be wrong. I’ve just heard many people have repented for watching me during worship, and I’m not sure they need to.

Betrayed into Hiding

Recently, I was talking with a friend about how being betrayed by someone had caused me to go-into-hiding, without even realizing it. The strange part was it had happened to her, too. Since then, I’ve been wondering how often that happens. I’m sure in wondering, God will reveal it.

In my situation, it was all very strange. Around that same time, different responsibilities had been surfacing, money wasn’t pouring in for gas, invitations were coming in all directions, so all of these things were masking what was really going on deep inside of me: I was hiding. Continue reading

Compelled Beyond Pain

Yesterday, before church, I received a message from a friend, asking how my foot was. The simple question caused tears to pour out because, some days, it feels worse than others, even after three weeks, and yesterday was one of those worse days, and to be totally honest, I’m tired of still having a wound.
 
Of course, one tear over a hurt foot caused a domino effect of emotions from loneliness to struggle and everything in between…hence my poetry yesterday morning. After amazing time with God, I headed to church, which held emotions of its own, but that’s for another post.
 
After I returned home from church, I knew I needed to clean my foot again but, this time, went into the bedroom because I knew it was going to hurt. Sure enough, I was right.

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