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Wednesday Wind Down: Instrument

Hello, Sweetheart! Here’s a short-stop for your week.

“Musicians must clean their instruments. If they don’t, the quality of their sound is affected. You are an instrument. What is affecting your sound?”

I heard this in my spirit on Sunday, February 16, 2020 at 10:16 AM. I grunted in confirmation of its profundity. The question was legit and it made me take a quick peek inside my soul. What’s the sound, you ask? My life.

My life is a sound that reverberates through time and space. So, what speck of dust or sticky residue is affecting my sound? After all, I am God’s Instrument. I am fashioned to make physical and spiritual noise while I’m here on Earth. His hands created my vocal cords, shaped my lungs, and He blew His breath into me, so of course, I’m designed to change the atmosphere every time I breathe. Just like an instrument in the hands of a musician, my life has the opportunity to change the world around me.

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Taking it a step further, I thought about Black History Month and how the lives of those we read about left an exceptional mark on the Earth simply by allowing their divine sound to be heard. Some weren’t trying to be heroes; they just wanted to exhale what was breathed into them. And the sound… the sound that came from their lives was (and still is) amazing. The supernatural part is that we’re still hearing it.

So, what’s affecting your sound, Sweetheart? What’s preventing you from being an Instrument in optimum condition? What are your blockages and are you willing to let them go?

I know I am. I’ve allowed the Love of God to do a lot of cleaning in the last 5 years and there’s no way I can go backward. My prayer is that you’re able to say the same. If not now, soon. Just start with a step and keep walking.

Peace & Thanks for listening!

Holey Folks

A visual I saw on Sunday, May 7th: A man is walking on a deserted small town street. He’s dressed up for church – suit, shoes, trench coat, and hat – but, there were holes in his chest. Perfect round holes with the circumference of an aluminum can. It was a windy day and his posture slanted forward as he pressed into the force. As the wind whipped around and through him, green bacteria grew in the holes. He kept walking, but his pace grew slower. Then I saw the same man, in the same scenario, only this time the holes didn’t exist and the bacteria bounced off his chest as he walked into the wind.

What I Heard:

God wants to clean the holes in our heart left by others and fill it with his Love and Light. You were not designed to walk around with holes in your soul.
You were not created with a deficit in mind.

The truth is that we have a lot of holy folks with holes in their hearts. They’ve learned to breathe around them, look pretty around them, and even preach around them. Those holes are lined with bacteria of hate, prejudice, lies, and unforgiveness. And some bacteria is good for you, even the bad ones, for they help build your spiritual immune system. But imbalance and infestation is what causes death of the soul.

I am not exempt. I have had many moments where I didn’t want to love someone, didn’t want to extend myself, didn’t want to be kind, and definitely didn’t want to forgive. But I realized a funny truth about this badge called “Christian” that I wear. I don’t have a choice in representing His character. I have a choice to trust, but I don’t have a choice to forgive. Once I said “You are Lord of my life. Take me as your own. I’ll do what you say. I want to love people like you love. I want to be like you.” I relinquished my duty as a free agent of this world. I now have a duty to show Christ in everything I do. I’m an ambassador, and I don’t choose when and where to take off that title. So, when He says “Call her/him,” I do it. It doesn’t matter if I was wronged or if I know they have spoken ill of me… when He commands it, I do it. It’s frustrating, yes. It’s unfair; yes it is. It’s aggravating; indeed. But, I don’t always get it right either, so I only hope that I receive the same diehard response when it’s my turn. I don’t want the bacteria to stick. I want the Love of God to repel it.

We can’t continue to walk around in garments of gold pretending like we aren’t rotting wood underneath. We’re holy by His grace, not by our standards. We can’t give place for the Body to be infected. After all, infections spread fast, but they don’t have to. We don’t have to die holey.

I’ve been on this Body kick lately. I’m interested to hear everything God has to say.

Peace & Thanks for listening.

Photo courtesy of Human Anatomy Chart. They have awesome images for biology nerds like me. Check them out.

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