GOD WILL MEET YOU WHERE YOU ARE

“ He had a dream in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it. There above it stood the LORD, and he said: “I am the LORD, the God of your father Abraham and the God of Isaac. I will give you and your descendants the land on which you are lying.”  Genesis 28:12-13 (NIV)

Too often we believe that God is some distant and inapproachable object who remains out of our reach.  I hear people say that they are searching, or looking for God, as though He is lost.  Yet, it is you and I who are aloof, distant, and hard to reach.

A TRUE LOVE STORY

A Mother Cries

 

 

A MOTHER CRIES

By Carla Y. Nix

 

A shot echoes through the city
Lodging in the heart of a child
Destroying dreams of innocence
Shattering hopes of a bright future
A future filled with laughter,

Working Together For Your Good

Just like John 3:16, I believe that most people (well many) can rattle off to you from the top of their heads Romans 8:28.   Don’t feel bad if you can’t, just open the link and read.  You’ll say, “oh yeah, I know those words”.  Many times we speak them and read them, and they are just words to us.  Good words.  Encouraging words.  We even speak them, particularly Romans 8:28, as an affirmation and a statement of faith, when we are facing uncertain and trying times.

Today, I am rejoicing at a divine realization and ephiphany that God has made clear to me regarding Romans 8:28 in my life. 

The Tearful Eyes of Bernice

As we approach Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. day, I would like to share a poem I wrote last year in commemoration. 

THE TEARFUL EYES OF BERNICE

Coretta Scott King & daughter Bernice at the funeral of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

 

 

 

 By Carla Y. Nix

 

The tearful eyes of Bernice

Made me cry and also grieve

As one little girl watched another little girl

Mourn before the whole wide world.

 

Mountaintop Vision

Modus Operandi

“And he sendeth forth two of his disciples, and saith unto them, Go ye into the city, and there shall meet you a man bearing a pitcher of water: follow him.” ~Mark 14:13

Intricate.  Precise.  Exact.  Intentional.  Those are only a few words that I can think of to describe God’s modus operandi, or His mode of operation — His “M.O.”.  God’s way of doing things are never coincidental.  In fact, I do not believe in coincidences.  Every thing happens for a reason, and with God, this is most true.

I am praising and thanking God right now for the little things that seemed so insignificant to me. 

Open Letter – Dear You (part 1)

This open letter is the result of a conversation I had in my head.  It is a conversation that I imagined having with someone who plays a big role in the dysfunction of a precious family I know.  Although the family’s situation is  different than my own, I can relate to the position the wife of this family is in.  Only because my past experience, though not the same, brought the same feelings of pain, hurt, and anger.  Out of those negative feelings, I did write my own letter at the time (years ago).  God has delivered me from such a place in life, but it does hurt me when others go through what I went through, or what this family goes through today.

As I had the conversation in my head, I thought it best to write it out and pen it here.  I truly believe that many can relate, and perhaps, some could very well be the target of the words I’m about to express. 

Everyone who is WITH you isn’t FOR you!

If you read any one of the three Synoptic Gospel writing accounts (Matthew, Mark, and Luke), you will find that there was always a large following of Jesus Christ.  In most cases, they were referred to as the “multitude”.  There were large crowds of people.  Most followed Jesus for good reason.  They wanted to learn more of Him, they wanted to be blessed, healed, delivered, forgiven.  They wanted everything that we today want from Jesus.

Yet, everyone in the crowd was not there for pure and innocent reasons.  The multitude was filtered with diversity, nay sayers, enemies, and those who wanted to destroy Him.

Why should life be any different for us?

When Christmas Isn’t Merry

As I take some time to write this on Christmas Eve, I realize that many people will go to bed tonight with lonely and hurt hearts.  It is after 11:00 pm and the sounds of my family are still echoing throughout the house.  I spent the evening cooking and baking, and my daughter Tiffanie helped me (somewhat).  Anaiah tried to get us all to play some games with her.  Jerry enjoyed watching television, laughing at funny movies, for he has a rare night off.  Then, they all got a taste of tomorrow’s dinner tonight!  They also dug into to the cakes that were baked.  I fussed at them, with love.