Simply Stacy Poetry

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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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July 19, 2015 Posted by | The World Outside Your Window | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Growing…Now I Know Where I’m Going

I’m transitioning; has all transitions been painless? Certainly not! However, each transition has grown something new in me or something old out of me.  I started a journey of sharing my poetry publicly; I’ve gone through the insecurity phase associated with that portion of my journey.  I’ve often wondered why I’m not as “good” as some of the artists I’ve shared stages with or seen perform.  Thinking on that, I had to be snatched back, “According to who’s standards are you measuring if you’re good enough?” that’s what the still small Voice spoke to my heart (convicting).

The next phase of my transition is complete; I’m secure, truly secure being me. No, I may not have the the most theatrical presentation of poetry, I may not be able to send the audience on a metaphorical journey to understanding; but I can speak life eloquently in the way that God intends for me to do.  I’m growing, learning with each step where I’m going and it feels good.  It feels good to get past my PAST; you overcome things daily, through self examination, acceptance and release. You examine yourself, ensure that you’re standing on solid ground, not worrying about what others are doing (I mean, when do you have time, you can barely keep up with you).  You accept that there are somethings that will happen in life that you simply can’t control, there are somethings you just won’t know till you get there, there are some things you just have to accept!  Then there’s release, release yourself from your past, release yourself from what’s offended you, release yourself from thoughts that aren’t beneficial to you… RELEASE

I stand today, RIDICULOUSLY thankful for where I am.  I have a LONG way to go, but I have to remember I had a long way to go to get here and I made it, I’ll make it there too!  The key is, I’ll never give up Hope, I’ll hold on tight to my Faith, and remember that every fall isn’t in vain God has a purpose for that too!Image

March 26, 2013 Posted by | The World Outside Your Window | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Don’t Take It Personal

Sometimes it’s hard not to take it personally when you over hear or are told that someone is talking about you in a not so good way. But I’m learning NOT to take it personally. Why? Because what someone says about me, is none of my business, especially if they don’t have the guts to say it directly to me. Now, I’m not saying you should sit around and allow someone to defame your character or speak derogatorily about about you causing your harm or danger. But I’m talking about the piddle paddle stuff: like when someone gossips about you, speculate about what you do, formulating their own version of what’s true… that’s the type of interaction should not warrant a reaction from you.

When folks sit around looking for reasons to say “ANYTHING” about you…that’s your opportunity to put the positive spin on it. They’ve made you a PRIORITY in their life EVERY time they open their mouth to speak about you. Think about it for a second, of all the things in life one could shift their focus too, this person or persons decides to keep their focus on you. It’s like your name is the moniker on an awning affixed to their forehead. To me, that’s an ego booster! I know it’s frustrating having your name in someone’s mouth spewing negative energy and trying to bring you down with their words…but you have no control over that. What you do have control over is NOT giving them control of you by how you react to what they say…

Don’t get angry; keep your peace, keep living and doing you, give the naysayers, liars, gossipers NO ENERGY, let them talk, their insecurities are not your issue. I heard someone say, “Whether you’re doing good or bad, folks are going to always talk about you; since that’s the case, keep doing you!”

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January 24, 2013 Posted by | The World Outside Your Window | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

   

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