You've Come too Far .... to be Defeated by Rainy Days

Sunny days and rainy days have somethings that we all need to continue to push forward on days that we want to throw in the towel.  I encourage each of you to use this metaphor somehow and began a NEW life towards your dreams and goals while helping others pursue theirs.

Life for most of us is sunny, with minor tweaks and adjustments, our lives would be a ray of sunshine all of the time.  Now there's some days that it drizzles.  Those drizzle days are small setups or tests to see if you are prepared for that storm that's headed your way.  Car won't start?  Left your wallet or phone at home?  iPhone carriers, drop your phone and the screen cracks?  Oh chile, those are the drizzle days.  I believe that those of us who have a calling on our lives (we all do), the storms of life feel as though they were meant to take us O-U-T!  It amazes me to see people, including myself, that a situation that should have killed us or defeated us, DIDN'T!!!!! Instead, we are still walking around, creating atmospheres of peace, healing, deliverance and victory in our lives as well as in others.

Ok now that we have an understanding of the drizzle days, let's move on towards those rainy days...

That statement that says, WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS, is a perfect way to describe these particular days we experience. All hell breaks loose in your life, all at the same time, the enemy comes in like a flood in your life and you feel like what else could wrong?  Hell breaking loose such as your business isn't where you want it nor do you see the funds to continue to operate it at a full capacity, a child of yours is in trouble (as usual), your spouse just left you, that People's Gas bill is due at the same time the rent/mortgage, car note and cable bills are due, but you only have $50 in cash that has to lasts you a few more days.  Oh please believe me, robbing Peter to pay Paul is present in our lives.  Some of us are one paycheck away from poverty.   On those rainy days, you say "Lord, I can't take it anymore, You have to do something!"  God, hears you and sees what you're going through, those sounds of thunder you hear, is the mighty sounds of God preparing YOUR breakthrough.  He's drowning and removing those toxic things and people in your life.  Just as he did for Noah and building that ark.  You have to listen for God's instructions on the rainy days and trust that when the sun shines again, He'll say, "Good, thy faithful servant, I knew you can make it."  The thunder and lightening I believe is how He shakes up and alter what was present in your life and creates a NEW day of sunshine of strength and courage that you didn't even know you had.  Most people want to just stay in and sleep whenever it rains (I'm so guilty of this too), see that to me, is a set up from satan.  He wants you to feel so comfortable in your storms and not push forward or persevere.  The enemy knows the plans God have for your life and trust and believe me, he roams around the earth looking for ways to defeat you, kill your dreams, tarnish your morals, steal your husbands joy in your marriage, create chaos in your business by robbing it of the financial resources you need to sustain it.  Fear not child of God, go through that storm on that rainy day and speak the Word over your life, to the enemy and God told us that when we speak the Word, the devil has to flee!

Finally, enjoy the rainy days because I also believe that that's when God is watering the seeds He's planted in you and is awaiting to see your growth and to see you carry out, what He created you for.  Most of the time, we have to experience rainy days in order to hear from God and BE STILL long enough to hear His voice.  I pray that you open your spiritual eyes and acknowledge on your rainy days that God is working on your behalf against the plans of the devil so be patient.  After all, He created YOU and the world so He knows how to fix EVERYTHING!  Just be patient.  You've come too far to be defeated by rainy days.... get ready, the sun will shine again!

Are You A Karla? (Short Story)

Lightening and thundering were the melodious sounds outside of Karla Monroe’s windows.  She was sound asleep and oblivious to the sounds of God’s master plans happening in her neighborhood.  It’s amazing to see how God blesses us sometimes with sunshine and at other times, He will allow floods of rain to impose in our lives.

In the heart of Washington, DC where on any given day, Congress could be creating new gun laws or the President of the United States could simply be taking a stroll in the Rose Garden meditating on how to end the latest war over in the Middle East. 

Karla had been a native of the legendary district since 1976.  As a child, Karla grew up in a two parent household of a middle class status and had a pet goldfish that she called Milan.  Milan the goldfish became Karla’s best friend because she wasn’t allowed to go outside too often with her classmates.  Her parents were very strict, mainly her dad for reasons unbeknownst to Karla at the time. 

She was pretty much like most women her age, focused in her career and on the rise to a life filled with loneliness if she didn’t settle down and marry, soon.  Marriage was the furthest thing from Karla’s mind at the age of thirty seven years old, and living in the free world’s capital.  Karla had not been married before but she wasn’t celibate at all towards the local gentlemen that she repeatedly slept with at her disposal.   Karla philosophy was to obtain pleasure and send the men home begging for more of her while she continuously climbed the success ladder.  After all, who needs a man hanging around all the time when a maintenance man got the same jobs done but only quicker.    

Karla suddenly woke up.  She had been dreaming of another cup full of romantic endeavors that her and latest, very much married beaux, Marcus Kleen.  Now Marcus was of the elite.  He was a very wealthy congressman and where there’s wealth, there’s always some kind infidelity involved too.  They met a campaign regarding the upcoming United States violence prevention strategies.  His skin was glowing of fleshly caramel.  They were introduced and instantly a shock of temptation ran through both of their bodies.  Months later, the two met for secret romantic getaways, Marcus spoiled Karla with luxury gifts and elite memberships.  She longed to be near him all of the time.  His precious wife was so naïve and only looked the perfect part on paper.  Marcus like most married and cheating men, kept the wife at home and the mistress out in the public with him. 

Karla didn’t mind her enhanced lifestyle one bit.  She didn’t check her morality one bit when she got mean stares from other women that crossed her paths or the men who assumed she would give them the same pleasures as that of Marcus Kleen.  She rarely discussed her involvement with Marcus with anyone not even her longtime friend, Kenzu Muhammad.  Kenzu often gave her spiritual advise which mean t to her basically that her sins were giving her a first class ticket to hell if she didn’t release the toxin Marcus Kleen.  Karla adored Kenzu.  He was more like her brother than her best friend.  They were next door neighbors since birth.  They shared a bond closer than anyone she knew of. 

Now Kenzu wasn’t your average Joe either.  His mane was loc’d and he was always the center of attention for the ladies when he walked in a room.  No one met his spiritual standards enough to become his leading lady let alone virtuous wife.  He dated casually but by the time the night ended, he knew there wouldn’t be a second or third date to follow with the women.  Karla teased him all the time about being too stiff and picky when it comes to women.  He always called her a heathen and then they would carry on as usual plotting their next professional and personal endeavors. 

Marcus wasn’t too kind to Kenzu whenever they were in the same room.  The universe often shifted and gave men some type of intuition, the same as it gives to women.  Marcus felt inferior of Kenzu, Kenzu smelled it and used it to his advantage to capture a dog in heat, every time.  Kenzu knew that Marcus had no kind of genuine feelings or real plans of commitment with Karla other than in an intimate setting.  Anybody except Karla could see that Marcus was just being the typical man in power and needed his ego stroked by other women instead of from his wife.  Needless to say, Kenzu avoided Marcus as much as he could.  He hated to see his friend in such a disrespectful stage towards herself and she does not see the damages she will soon be causing herself and those affected by her choices.  As her friend, he does the best that he can under the circumstances, for now.

Karla began to unravel the covers and grabbed her phone and danced over to her favorite spot in her bedroom.  She checked her emails and text messages that could’ve came in throughout the night.  There’s one text from Marcus asking her to meet him at their usual café for bagels and coffee before both of their workdays began.  She tossed her phone on her bed in an expeditious way that made her spine tingle at the thought of her flirtatious manners her and Marcus will have under the tablecloths at the café.

Upon Karla’s arrival at the café, exactly five minutes earlier than Marcus, she couldn’t help notice the change in the scenery for what would usually be the morning rush, this morning, no one was there but her.  She figured Marcus must have wanted her all to himself.  He was indeed the hopeless romantic she fell in love with.  The door swung open and gracefully walked in a woman with a stallion-like built physic.  She walked straight over to Karla’s cozy table in the corner and sized her up once that gave her the message clearly that she was Marcus Kleen’s WIFE and that Karla’s existence in his life would no longer exists after this exchange between the two women.  For reassurance, Marcus wife looked at Karla with an intense facial expression, placed a knife on the table and walked away smoothly and out of the café.

Nervously, Karla dialed Kenzu and discussed the details of what just happened.  She questioned if Marcus set her up, did his wife carry this mission out of isolating her the one thing she knew was that, her secret relationship with Marcus was OVER.  Instead of Kenzu blaming her for her actions he met her at her house and sat with Karla for hours until she could relax her mind and wrap her mind of the fact that she now has to make healthier choices in her relationships with men.  A man will only do what you allow him to do to you.  Karla morality didn’t get tainted once she met Marcus Kleen, it started from a source deeper than that.  Now it’s time for Karla to find that deeper source or her cycle of dysfunctional relationships will continue.  She must confront her past and began to start her healing process.  People want the results of healing but shy away or discourage themselves against the process it takes to fully heal from our past.  As Karla, most women are angry and hurt by someone or something in their past and their current behaviors reflect that.  Until you conquer the fears, guilt, blame, hurt of the past, you can NEVER move forward.  Your life and pores will reek of destruction.  Reeks of destructions that will lead to social and economic injustices, lack of wisdom and discernment to know who is using you, how you’re hurting others as well as yourself.  Moving forward is a reward of some type of action step or series of steps that you’ve taken towards an objective or goal.  Learn from this short story about Karla’s life that could have cost her everything, including her self worth and make necessary steps changing your life and the people you select as partners to enhance your life and not destroy it.

Be blessed!!!!