Sunday, October 15, 2017

It Will Be Ok....

I swear the devil will really try to take you out starting with your mind....

So I walk into the church and I'm greeted by the "first lady" the pastor's wife and she is like "Hi, how old are you now?"
I'm used to this because I was never one of the church kids who lived at the church.  So I am like "33" and her response was: 

"Oh you're still young... it will be ok... it will be ok." 

And I was thinking... Um ok.... as I walked in to take my seat. I was cool but the comment kept running through my brain like, what did that mean? 

I am in the service... its praise and worship and my brain is like: What did she mean? And I started to define it... I am thinking, oh she must have been saying this because I am not married and living with my mom.  (Yeah I broke up with my Boyfriend back in February). 

I don't walk into church with a husband. I have been going with my mom for the past 18 years. So this is my assumption and its straight up pissing me off. Now understand I am able to recognize satan and how he works so I already know this is an attack. I am really trying to put all of this out of my head, but it just won't go away... because I was thinking about how ok I am without a having a boyfriend/husband right now. But the feeling that I have been having lately are feelings of not being fulfilled and not knowing how to fulfill these things I want to and feel that I need... so tears started to roll out of my eyes involuntarily and we are in worship, but these tears have nothing to do with worshiping.  So I am wiping tears left and right cause I don't really do public tears... even in church... another story for another day.... 

For whatever reason my mom steps out for a second... (I try to be good in church, I don't do social media in church unless the pastor tells us to take a selfie or something) so I text a friend real quick....  he is a Christian and older so I respect his thoughts on God, Christianity, and his Wisdom. I tell him what happened, but what is funny is right as I am texting this I am like wait.... maybe this is something else. 

I started thinking about this woman of God.  One thing I already knew is that this woman wouldn't be saying anything to me that would be mean hearted.  Something else I thought about was the gift(s) that God has placed over this woman's life.  

As I sent this message I am like: Wait who is to say that she didn't hear something from God to make her say that.  Who is to say that spirit of unfulfilledness was hanging over me even though I wasn't even thinking about it at the time. I had been thinking about last night. I was like maybe here words was just confirmation that IT WILL be OK. With that realization that whole spirit of anger lifted. If I hadn't of gotten that I wouldn't have heard anything the Pastor said and he really had something to say. He even said something that kind of went along with my feelings of being unfulfilled and how we stress ourselves about the things we want, and what we want to do, and what we need, and we concentrated on figuring out how to get this stuff when we really need to put God first instead. In which I already know I fail at putting God first. 

But if I had of allowed that satanic thought process continue going on and on in my brain... I wouldn't be sitting here typing this at all.  

What is even more awesome is I can stop worrying about everything that I think I need to do in order to be fulfilled, give it to God and let him sort it all out. Allow him to work out my life as he sees fit so he can put things in the right order... cause I can't run this... I don't know what I am doing LOL!!! 

Lesson 1: Don't let satan steal your joy... who will use your weakness, he knew my weakness cause I cried about last night instead of praying about it. 

Lesson 2: God has to come first. 

I need to research the bible and what the bible says about fulfillment. 

The funny thing is I have heard this over and over and over again, but it really clicked today.

So I am believing that IT WILL BE OK!  

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