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Your Choice…

There’s this wonderful thing called “free will,” that I think we grossly misunderstand.  No one person is without mistake, but the thing about making mistakes is whether or not you learn from them.  So, you’re free will… you make a choice, that choice results in a consequence, that consequence results in a process or pathway you travel and some choices leave us wondering, “Did I make the right choice?” or “Why did I make this choice?”  It’s funny, in my own learning, growing, changing, and being corrected, I have indeed found myself not always accepting the consequences of the choices I made.  Some things, I didn’t want to take responsibility for, I didn’t want to acknowledge that there were choices I made, some where that got me to this crazy point I stand at today.  I realize, not taking responsibility for the free will decisions I’ve made and instead wanting to blame God or even another person for the outcome as a result of my choices, prevented me from LEARNING from it.  I used to be that person… victim, the one people wanted to hurt, or my favorite, “Oh I’m a black sheep…”  However, today, I realize that was a coward out, a way for me to avoid have to pull myself up by my boot straps, swallow my pride and say, “Hey, you made a few mistakes, some choice that landed you here, but now, wash your face, look to God and find out the next step He wants you to take to begin the correction and restoration process.”

I am not saying, that everything someone goes through is their fault, because there are God allowed things that happen in our lives, that I just gotta be honest, we aren’t meant to understand them.  I believe that is the pill that is the hardest to swallow for a free will being… especially living in a country where many people actually believe they are entitled.  This message, is simply about taking responsibility for where you are in life.  I can’t put my mouth on any one else, but Stacy, oh boy have I taken the process I was meant to endure and blame someone else for it.  I was foolishly bold enough to even say, “God is selective in whom He loves, because if He really loved me, I wouldn’t be going through: [this].”  In essence, I didn’t believe God’s Word, that “all things work together for good to those who love God…(Romans 8:28)”  What God promised in that scripture couldn’t come true in my life until I believed the second part of it, “to those who are called according to His purpose.”  The second part of that scripture to me means, I had to first believe He called me and secondly, I had to trust what He called me for…including all that I had to face in this life.  I wanted God in my life when it benefited me, I didn’t want to serve Him, I wanted Him to serve me.  Don’t raise your eyebrows at that statement, every time we deviate from God’s plans, purpose for something, every time we make a choice that directly contradicts His will… we say in no uncertain terms, “God I want You to serve me; I’m not interested in serving, obeying and trusting You or Your plans.” I think if we truly heard ourselves saying those words when we ignore the still small voice, the gut feeling, the countless warnings He gives us right before we do something of our own free will, we’d be less likely to do it.

Even in the making of the mistake, the blatant decisions I’ve made which resulted in me enduring a tough process, there’s Hope; God still covers and protects, while He corrects. I love that the choices I’ve made can be used to make me a better me if I first take responsibility for the choice I made, repent and ask God to lead me, decrease me that He might increase within me.  I know that is something tough for people to grasp… God having such a measure of faithfulness, such a Love for a people who turn their backs on Him and blame Him at every turn, but He still blesses, protects, covers, re-directs, shares, cares, and wants them apart of Him.  But again, to see that… guess what it starts with… Your Choice.

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Selfish? or Selfless??

There’s a lot to be said about the words selfish and selfless

Dictionary definitions: selfish – Lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit or pleasure; selfless – Concerned more with the needs and wishes of others than with one’s own.

I realize to arrive to the place of selflessness you will go through a process, there’s A LOT of stuff God has to work out of you in order to get to the place of putting someone else’s needs before your own. I mean, let’s be real, we were born selfish, it was in our nature from birth. When you were a baby, you cried because you needed to eat, be changed, be held, go to sleep.  As a small child  you were only worried about yourself, your needs, what you wanted. Teenage years, you cared about things that benefited you, what you needed, desired, had to have and then you arrive to adulthood…

Now, the layers of selfishness stacked upon you over time, so it takes just as much time to delayer you; so then, God steps in… you allow Christ full access to you life and He begins to take you on the journey of placing others needs before your own.  You go through a series of situations, each one working out a selfish characteristic that your heart once held; arriving to today!  I find myself desiring to be more selfless and less selfish and when God grants me that request, life seems to be so much more rewarding…

Questions To Consider: Are you giving more than you’re getting? When you give, are you giving because it’s something you really want to do? Or do you give because that’s what “everyone” expects you to do?  When you give; does it benefit you? Or do you sincerely have the best interest of the one you’re helping in mind??

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