It’s 4:29am and I find myself being roused by creativity given me by the Creator. As I proceeded down the hallway I asked the Almighty what He was doing? Perhaps He was lifting me out of the dregs of my own insanity because that’s what I asked Him.— Don’t ask. Running to my desk to write a poem that popped into my head while watching one of my favorite Asian films, “Dinner Mate.” I’d put most of the poem on my trusty “Smart Recorder” but still had two more lines to add and didn’t want to lose the thought.

In the midst of this “I don’t know” month. He tapped me on the shoulder to remind me of who I was. Because sometimes in our human nature we seem to allow our identity to get lost in life’s shuffle. Note I said allow. Sometimes you feel like you’re in a box of pick up sticks and you’re the only stick left laying on the ground. Sometimes you feel like you’re in a bag of marbles and always are the one getting plucked into oblivion. Sometimes you feel like an out of place chess piece with no board. Other times you feel like you’re on a deserted island with your thoughts that leave you in a circular reasoning contest. And no matter your location you feel like you’re in a paper bag just trying to find your way to the nearest exit sign without losing what character you have left.

No, this writer is not insane—just intrigued. And right in the midst of these silent insecurities God will allow a scripture to fall into your spirit just at the right time like the first raindrop to touch a pond. Leaving a rippling effect in your spirit. Replacing this madness with meaning. For me, my scripture is Isaiah 53:1–-Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?

Perhaps He was reminding me of my past victories because that was one of the questions He asked me as I was getting off the hospital gurney about to go into one of most deadly battles of my life. He told me “This sickness is not unto death whose report will you believe? In that moment my mindset had to change and through the process His arm was revealed to me because I chose to believe His report. And by His grace, I am still here after the doctor’s said it was only a 20% chance. Perhaps He was reminding that no matter our circumstance we have to choose to believe the report of the LORD. Instead of allowing all of those “sometimes” that are trying to replace our most holy faith with fear to take up residence in our minds. Or maybe He simply wanted to remind me that He is not a man that He should lie neither the son of man that He should repent.

And just in case you’re wondering what the point to this blog post is…Don’t allow the “sometimes” to become “all the times” in your life. And if you are blessed to be touched by the hand of the Creator in the midst of your mess. You will find a message in it if you choose to believe the report of the Lord and in that message His arm shall be revealed to you.

Thank you so much for your continued readership and support. Have a blessed new week. Until next week be and stay blessed!

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