He flapped furiously into the wind

but looked stationary. He went nowhere no matter how hard the little bird flapped his wings. I am sure some of you can relate. You are doing everything you know to do, but your situation is not changing. You are sweating, crying, and doing everything you know to do. The winds are going against you just like the little bird.  You feel it is all in vain.

But then the little bird stopped flapping, spread his wings and let the wind take him where it wanted to.  He glided carefree to the ground, picked up some food and flew on. I got such a giggle out of it. He spent all of his energy flapping for nothing.  Some days I feel like that.  I feel like I am flapping and flapping and not moving forward. But I know better.

We need to be like the little bird. Stop flapping. Glide and let it take us where we need to be.

God has a plan for your life, it is one to prosper you and not harm you.  (Jeremiah 29:11) He isn’t promising to make us all rich, but He is promising to make our lives full. You have to trust Him. Spread your wings and let the wind take you where you are needed.

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I am working on a couple of new projects. Can’t wait to share them with you! Stay in touch.

Peace and Hair Grease

Expanding Our Reach

In the next year I will sell the books on several platforms. In an effort to get the ball rolling, Privateers is the first book being offered online in different places. This includes Apple, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Scribd and Inkterra.

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Which is your favorite? Let me know what you think.

 

Karen

The Smells of Heaven

I am sure before Christ’s resurrection the aroma of the sacrifices for sin filled the space. The Bible tells us that the best cut of meat was sacrificed on the altar as an atonement for sin. I think the fragrance of the prayers of the saints overpowered it. I am sure it was amazing to breathe.

Today, I walked through an area where smokers hung out. Not only was the smell of tobacco in the air, but it was stale.  I tried to hold my breath until I got past it.

The smell I abhor is walking into a restroom and it smell like urine. As I was hurrying trying to get out of there I thought. “Lord, is this what it was like coming to earth? You left the amazing smells of Heaven for the filthiness of earth.”

I can’t think of anyone I like enough to stay in a situation that smells bad.  Yet, I can only imagine what Jesus gave up for His love of us.  He went to the depths of Hell for us.

Bulls and lambs are no longer sacrificed. Prayers are still the fragrance of the saints. Jesus offers eternal life to all those who believe.  Jesus has only one stipulation to those who want eternity with Him. John 3:16.

Chris Rock Started Singing Circus Afro

in the middle of worship this morning and I couldn’t stop to answer the phone. Yes, Chris Rock is still my ringtone. It is normally my habit to turn the ringer off before I enter the church. I did the same thing today, but it came back on in the middle of church service, but fortunately I was up in the sound booth, and only the folks up there with me heard it.

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Another habit I have been practicing a little longer is sacrificing something for Lent. I am not Catholic or any type of Orthodox religion. I just appreciate the season. I was thoroughly amused when a friend asked me what I gave up for Lent.  I have been doing this long enough that folks who know me know.

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One of the things I chose was to praise God everyday in a very physical way. So on FB, Twitter, LinkedIn, Google +, Instagram and here I posted my praise in the form of His Word.  It was interesting to see which scriptures resonated with my friends.

I also believe that it is not a sacrifice unless it cost you something.  How can I offer to God something that is free to me? How can I offer something that means nothing to me?  So I sacrificed things that I valued.

As I approach this last week before Easter, this Holy Week,  I am reminded that He is a Holy Uncreated God. Everything I see is created, He is not created. Even though I cannot wrap my finite mind around this, it is true.

I am also reminded as I make my way to the cross this week with millions of other Christ followers, that the way to the cross is not paved in gold bricks and lavished meals.

It was on a dirt road, with a heavy cross and lots of onlookers who were not willing to help.  He endured the pain of the cross for me. Praise God.