There Are Days...

Let's lay the halo to the side for a few. I promise it'll still be there at the end of the post, then you can put it back on.😁

You're saved, sanctified, and filled with the Holy Ghost and that with a mighty burning fire 🙌🏾 (that's my COGIC upbringing right there), but there are days...😁

Be honest. Those days when your patience is runnin' on fumes and someone walks toward you with foolishness written on their forehead, so you start praying "Jesus, take the wheel!" and "Keep me, Jesus!" 😁

The entire time all of that is going on, "Don't come here today with that mess...NOT TODAY!" is tremblin' on your tongue and tryin' to push through the barrier of your teeth. Your finger☝🏽twitches to rise and your neck muscles tense to snake. 😁

It happens! No? Maybe, it's just me. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Sometimes, I yield to the help for which I prayed...Sometimes, I choose not to. I could say, "They made me...." but in all honesty, it was MY choice. It was my choice to allow whatever to pass my lips. My choice to reach deep down and pull up some of those satisfying and cutting phrases I grew up hearing. 

See, this is why I gave up on trying to wear a halo. The thing kept fallin' off.😁

When I make those choices, I don't hear thee, thou, and beloved. I hear, "Now, you KNOW you're wrong." 😁

I'm grateful for the correction. The time to be worried is when I can do and say any and everything I want, knowing the Word of God teaches that it's wrong and my conscience doesn't even twitch.

Listen, I'm just me. He ENABLES me to walk in righteousness (right standing with Him), but I have to CHOOSE to walk in righteousness. I have to strip my pride, drop my useless front, and humbly stand before Him--warts and all--acknowledging that I NEED Him, not just for things but for relationship. 

Like King David (Psalms 51:7), 🙏🏾 I have to humbly ask Him to purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 

I didn't understand how important and PRECIOUS a personal relationship with Him is until I took off my self-placed halo.

That's it. 

You can put your halo back on...if you still want to wear it.🙂

Just keepin' it real...

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