My top 3 reasons for getting married!

On the cusp of our sixth month of marriage, I began reflecting on the question I’m most often asked “How did you know he was the one?”. Now, as fairytales would have it… you’d think it was this magical tingly feeling that made me want to be with him forever. You’d be wrong. I sure was. 

I’m going to give you three of the reasons I said yes to the man of my prayers. 
1. He takes his directives from God 


I knew that he would make decisions based on the voice of God, and as a believer in Christ… this mattered to me most. While I have my own relationship with God, I was all too familiar with dating someone who didn’t value having one of their own. I wanted a life that embodied biblical principals and I needed a leader for my home who would be able to ensure this was a reality. He fit the bill! 

2. He is the most beautiful chocolate man on the planet! 


Honey, color me shallow but spending the rest of my life with someone I’m physically attracted to was on my “no compromise” list. And this man… whew! 

Before I knew his credentials, his aesthetic was pleasing. I didn’t place it as number one because it truly isn’t THE most important thing to me. But honey, it does matter. Don’t settle, it’s possible for you to marry a godly man who you’re actually attracted to. 

3. He’s responsible & consistent 


Coming into my marriage as a single mother, I was very concerned about consistency. I was able to marry this man, because he’s responsible. He paid his bills on time, he prioritized needs over desires and there’s never a time he says he’ll show up and doesn’t. Those may not be the sexiest traits to you, but they sure make for a great husband. 
Now… don’t get me wrong. I am absolutely in love with my husband and absolutely adored by him in return. But we didn’t make our decision solely on how we felt. There’s much more to it, but those three were my main reasons for the curious amongst us. I guess after writing a book on Singleness. I have to expect that people wanna know how I made the transition. 

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Disconnected

Yesterday, I got ready for work and headed to my car as usual. I got in and cranked the engine, it sounded the same but it didn’t start. I removed the key and decided I would try again, this time – nothing happened.

No lights were on my dashboard, no power to hear the radio, no connection to do anything – my car was basically dead. It wasn’t until the mechanic checked it, that he realized my battery terminals needed to be changed. There you have it, I couldn’t move because I had no power!

This morning, Holy Spirit gave me the lesson in this inconvenient occurrence. We are powerless when we are disconnected!

When I heard that, John 15:5 came to mind; which states: “Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.

Our dependency on God is what causes us to move from glory to glory as stated in 2 Corinthians 3:18 where it speaks about us being transformed into God’s image. Yeshua is our power source, He is the very essence of our being and the cornerstone of our faith. Are we, trying to operate independently of Him? Maybe not intentionally, but anytime consulting Him isn’t our initial reaction – we are most likely disconnected.

I usually get up, brush my teeth and get prepared for my early morning meetings with Holy Spirit. However, I felt tired and rationalized that I could just lie down and pray. I began in worship by saying “Holy Spirit, you are welcome here”. He responded “Am I?” and I immediately felt convicted and got up. When we aim to alter, to postpone or to tweak the instructions given us by Holy Spirit. We are walking in disobedience. This is an indication that we are disconnected and out of touch with our immense need for God’s presence.

I just want to leave you with this scripture to meditate on today:

“For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen.” (Romans 11:36)

Until next time,

Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing!

 

Just hold on! 

I’m thinking of all the times I thought things in my life would just never get better. I thought of all the moments I made mistakes I thought were too big to ever bounce back from. I thought of all the times I lost faith and thought the worst was inevitable and life would just be terrible forever. 

All those times, I was wrong and so are you! 

In case you need a reminder! 

We are liberated from fear, we are destined to conquer mountains that have stifled our ancestors. We are powerful beyond our own understanding and lovely beyond our own perception. 

The very thought of us, pushed God into action to create that masterpiece you are for the purpose HE pre-established. 

You are a light that directs those who view you back to your creator. Whether or not you decide to shine is entirely up to you!

Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing! 

– Shakeisha M. 

Wednesday wondering…

This morning, I woke up with my thoughts bouncing all over the place. My mind races from the state of the church, what God has to say to me personally, to Adele and then back.

Our minds are strange this way, we somehow build connections and references without every acknowledging it. Are we so caught up in HOW we do things that we don’t even remember WHY? 

Has tradition taken the place of a true commitment to Christ?

If God were to once again take the form of man and enter into the modern church, would He be welcomed? Is God even invited anymore? Or has it now become about us?
Just wondering…. 

Feel free to share your thoughts! 

You don’t get to be ordinary… 

I got tired of praying and fasting. It felt like it didn’t make sense, like nothing was changing, and I found myself slacking off. Each time, a situation arose and it was necessary for me to intercede on someone’s behalf. Funny right?

I bargained with God because I just wanted to chill, to not have to carry the burden I knew was rightfully mine. The very same burden I said YES to before, the same greater level I cried out for. It’s here now and I got lazy. Holy Spirit said one thing to me “You don’t get to be ordinary“. 

God wants a renewed yes and it requires a new sacrifice. I’ve decided that there’s no going back for me. 

I wish that meant I wouldn’t get distracted, I wish my heart was always where it should be but there are moments God has to pull in the reigns on His delinquent daughter. 

Before Yeshuah, before He revealed purpose in my life – I was empty. I was lost and felt useless. Living for Christ may sometimes feel like a daunting task. 

Then I’m reminded ….

“You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.”

‭‭John‬ ‭15:16‬ ‭NASB

None of this is about me. 

I am purposed beyond feelings and destined beyond my current destination. My tantrums to feel comfortable are hindering my birthright to be extraordinary. Just keep going

It’s time. Be who God has called you to be, the world is waiting and honey “You don’t get to be ordinary”. 

Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing! 

Letter to the single mom… 

Dear beautiful,

After having my daughter, I felt like I didn’t deserve God’s grace because of what I’d done. My virginity was this treasure I kept; it set me apart and made me special
now it was gone. I felt worthless and finished. 
The open shame of my secret sin and the public evidence of it proved to be burdensome. I was ultimately avoiding love because I didn’t deserve it!

I wasn’t different anymore, I wasn’t special. I assumed God was like man, I assumed I had to earn His love and that failing Him meant He didn’t love me anymore. I couldn’t be more wrong! 

This very open shame proved to be a very public blessing. This treasure I gave birth to, is a great part of the reason I sought restoration. 

Fornication is wrong, there’s no excuse for it or pardoning of it by any means. But, if you’re a screw up like me that needs grace, and you desire to be pure and to give God all that’s left of you – do it! You’re not too dirty, you’re not used up, those stretch marks and that C-section scar do not mean a thing to the lover of your soul. 

You don’t have to live your life punishing yourself. Let God restore you, let Him heal those broken places and give your life and the life of the blessing(s) you bore over to Him and watch Him give you beauty for your ashes! 

My journey to wholeness began with 100 Days of Singleness, you can order the book HERE!


Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing! 

Perfect weakness (Keep going)

This morning, I began my drive to church without the energy to minister in dance or the desire. I just felt drained altogether but I decided to honor my commitment to God and do what I had to do.

My prayer on the way to church was a little something like:

“Lord I can’t do this if you don’t show up, I don’t have the energy, I don’t have the strength so I need yours”. 

My prayer was answered. God told me to just worship and I’d be fine. So I did, and I was. After ministry, a visitor came up to me and said “I loved the ministry, keep going”. 

So, to those that may have been feeling drained and weary;  I give the very same advice I received “keep going”. 

Galatians 6:9 “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing!

Remind me who I am Lord!

God has such a sense of humor, well that’s what I think anyway. He has to have one, choosing me of all people to minister to the broken, lost and rejected of this generation. 

I’m 27 years old, and truth be told – I still have to remind myself that I am worth sticking around for, worth loving, worth cherishing even if my father didn’t think so. I know, it’s not what you want to hear from someone who’s ministering to the broken; I’m very sorry that this hasn’t completely disappeared. 

I don’t think it does, I don’t think it should .

Those moments when I think back to the twelve year old me waiting for him to show up for me and he didn’t… They remind me how desperately I needed a savior and it wasn’t my dad. I would have liked my dad to grab me and tell me how beautiful and amazing I was, it would have been great to understand that before now.

However, that’s not my reality. This scar, has become my testimony. This memory of a trampled and rejected heart drives me desperately to the presence of God and His presence makes everything okay. His gentle and sometimes urgent reminders of who I am, make my life worth living and my soul rejoice – my dad is cool but I know he can’t do that for me. It’s like, in some strange way, my father taught me that I don’t need his acceptance or his love to be great… I appreciate that.

My method used to be pretending I didn’t feel rejected at all….

  
 — didn’t work out very well. But God loves and accepts us in a way that overrides everything! His love is all consuming and never leaves! Whew! Do you feel that? Holy Spirit just hugged you to remind you that you’re amazing and deserve to be loved and you are loved  – Jesus thinks you’re to die for! Get it? Okay sorry for that… Here’s a consolation prize: 

This song by Jason Gray reminds me when I forget, so I hope it does the same for you! 

 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QSIVjjY8Ou8

I was a cheater too…

Most women I’ve encountered can recall various instances of being cheated on and lied to. Okay, I’m no different but what I also like to share aside from my scars are the wounds I’ve inflicted on others. 

Maybe it started with me being cheated on. That doesn’t matter, it didn’t give me the right to become the very thing I protested and argued against. I stopped caring, I literally didn’t care about the men I dated and definitely didn’t give a flying fart about their feelings… 

Ha! Feelings? I was convinced by my experiences that those bastards with penises didn’t have any. Of course, I was wrong. I’m okay with being wrong and I was okay with asking for forgiveness where applicable. 

But… I didn’t share that side right? Our testimonies are much more palatable when we are the victim and not when we are the manipulative, cold, distant and nonchalant Jezebel of the story.   

This may not have been the story in each scenario but it’s as much a show of my salvation as the pain I’ve overcome! So, I cheated too. I lied too. I took “try anything once” a little too far, a few too many times. 

  
So no… I didn’t only recover from pain, but I was rehabilitated from inflicting it on others. We do our testimony no justice when there is no visible contrast between the darkness we came from and the light we were translated into. 

Anywho…

Live a little, love a lot, be a blessing!