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The attack of the Inner Me

Monday, February 08, 2010
Apostle Nina Marie was the honored guest at our church on yesterday. She shared a wonderful story of how she was working in her office and a screen came down in front of her detailing all of her missed opportunities. These were opportunities and doors that God wanted her to go through, but because of fear, she "dropped the ball." She explained that some things are not an attack of the enemy, but the attack of the "inner me," which causes self-sabotage. The attack of the inner me comes because something in me is not ready to be great. The self-sabotage cost me my moments of greatness. So after viewing on this screen all the mistakes, and blunders, she began to feel condemned but she said that God never comes to condemn--to convict, but not to condemn. Conviction brings us to repentance and repentance brings us to change. She encouraged us to know that God is not just a God of a second chance, but of many chances. She said, "He is bringing back His original intent and destiny." So, all of the missed opportunities, He's bringing back around again. She said that God is saying, "Love Me, Trust Me, Believe Me." and we should say, "YES!" So, in 2010 He will do it again and I will say YES! She encouraged us to see from "Heaven's Perspective--to see things God way." One thing she said that I really like, was that some of us was going to give more in one year, than we've every given before and I want to be a giver. I've been having on my mind, what I would do if I had a millions dollars and how I would be able to just do for others--my church, my job and the people we serve. I want to be able to give. I fell left out if I can't give. She talked about the four types of giving: First fruit, tithes, offering and alms and in the Bible days, the people only gave first fruit, once at the beginning of the year, but she encouraged us that, it was okay to give a first fruit more than once a year because the first fruit commanded the blessing of God, so why should we be blessed just once a year. She also encouraged us to pay a "faith tithe." I wish I had a faith tithe of $10,000 right now.

She finished her teaching admonishing us to have Order and Discipline in our lives.
1. Order, structure and restructure
The surest path to greatness is preparation!!!
Order, structure, restructure, symmetry and flow.

2. Disciples will be disciplined--It doesn't matter what I want, it's what God wants. It's irrelevant if I don't like it. I have to live a life that please God. She used the analogy of the Coming to America movie when the prince was arranged to be married. She was beautiful and had the most beautiful gown with gold adornment and the prince asked her, questions about what she liked and she responded that she liked whatever he liked. It didn't matter to her, what she liked or didn't her purpose was to live a life that pleased him. We have to be that way with God. I want to be that way with God--not just lip service, but I want to live.

3. Purge, empty, cleanse. Get rid of to make room for.

This is my address for destiny.

I have lived my whole life for this time. I will let nothing stand in my way of what God is doing in my life.

So, I don't want the "inner me" to cause me to miss the opportunities that God has for me.

somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff pt 2

I'm in the play by Ntozake Shange and I love the poem, "Somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff.

somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street
but somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
like a kleptomaniac workin hard & forgettin while stealin
this is mine/this aint yr stuff/
now why don't you put me back & let me hang out in my own self
somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff
& didn't care enuf to send a note home sayin
i was late for my solo conversation
or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts
what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on
a open market/ did you getta dime for my things/
hey man/ where are you goin wid alla my stuff/
this is a woman’s trip & i need my stuff
to ohh & ahh abt/daddy I gotta mainline number
from my own shit/now wontchu put me back& let
me play this duet/wit this silver ring in my nose/
honest to god/ somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/
& i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it
the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs
this is mine/ ntozake 'her own things'/ that's my name
now give me my stuff/ i see ya hidin my laugh/ & how i
sit wif my legs open sometimes/ to give my crotch
some sunlight/ & there goes my love my toes my chewed
up finger nails/ niggah/ wif the curls in yr hair/
mr. louisiana hot link/ i want my stuff back/
my rhytums & my voice/ open my mouth/ & let me talk ya
outta/ throwin my shit in the sewar/ this is some delicate
leg & whimsical kiss/ i gotta have to give to my choice/
without you runnin off wit alla my shit/
now you cant have me less i give me away/ & i waz
doin all that/ til ya run off on a good thing/
who is this you left me wit/ some simple bitch
widda bad attitude/ i wants my things/
i want my arm wit the hot iron scar/ & my leg wit the
flea bite/ i want my calloused feet & quik language back
in my mouth/ fried plantains/ pineapple pear juice/
sun-ra & joseph & jules/ i want my own things/ how i lived them/
& give me my memories/ how i waz when i waz there/
you cant have them or do nothin wit them/
stealin my shit from me/ dont make it yrs/ makes it stolen/
somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standin
there/ lookin at myself/ the whole time
& it waznt a spirit took my stuff/ waz a man whose
ego walked round like Rodan's shadow/ waz a man faster
n my innocence/ waz a lover/ i made too much
room for/ almost run off wit alla my stuff/
& i didnt know i'd give it up so quik/ & the one runnin wit it/
don't know he got it/ & i'm shoutin this is mine/ & he dont
know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous rip[ped off treasure
of the year/ did you know somebody almost got away wit me/
me in a plastic bag under their arm/ me
danglin on a string of personal carelessness/ i'm spattered wit
mud & city rain/ & no i didnt get a chance to take a douche/
hey man/ this is not your perogative/ i gotta have me in my
pocket/ to get round like a good woman shd/ & make the poem
in the pot or the chicken in the dance/ what i got to do/
i gotta get my stuff to do it to/
why dont ya find yr own things/ & leave this package
of me for my destiny/ what ya got to get from me/
i'll give it to ya/ yeh/ i'll give it to ya/
round 5:00 in the winter/ when the sky is blue-red/
& Dew City is gettin pressed/ if it's really my stuff/
ya gotta give it to me/ if ya really want it/ i'm
the only one/ can handle it