Blessed
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I have been truly blessed. The thing is, my blessing, I often refer to as luck. Growing up, I was an active member of the Youth choir and the youth department at my church. One of my favorite songs we sang was �When the praises go up, The blessings come down�. I feel guilty because my praises have not been going up, but my blessings are always coming down. My prayers are sporadic and usually only take place when I want something for myself. I even try to convince myself that my prayers are not answered so why continue to pray. I know I complain a lot about the negative things going on in my life. I often forget how truly lucky�.I mean blessed I really am. It�s so easy to forget the positives and dwell on the negatives. Friday, as I was driving around in my new car, I realized that I really do got it going on. I tried to think about all the good things that have happened to me and I realized that the good things really do outweigh the bad things. I knew that I had to go and give thanks for all my good fortune. I met this Bishop back in November. He was helping out on our project. After hearing him speak to some parents, I asked him where he preaches. He wrote down all the information to his church and I have been caring it in my wallet ever since. I knew the time would come when I would be ready to use it. I went out Saturday night. Didn�t get home until almost 2:30am. I woke up at 7:30 on Sunday morning and called my Mom to ask her if she wanted to go to church with me. Of course she said yes. We decided to go out to the Bishop�s church, not realizing that 1. It was not a Baptist church 2. The congregation was primarily white 3. It was an Assemblies of God church (still a little confused about that one) and 4. The Bishop no longer preached there. Now normally religion is something that fascinates me. I don�t mind visiting different churches or religions. But this church almost immediately turned me off. When the minister stood up to began preaching, I was ready to go. The first thing he starts talking about is the Gay marriages in Massachusetts that were taking place. Now I realize that in certain areas of the bible, homosexual lifestyles are condemned. But it frustrates me to no end to hear people bashing these folk lifestyles when the majority of folks pointing the finger do not live there live according to the word of God. After a few minutes, I told my Mom that I need some real gospel music and I needed to hear somebody really preach. Half way thru the sermon, we left and headed over to St. Paul Missionary Baptist church. Situated right in the hood. It was great. The youth choir sang there little hearts out and the minister preached the WORD of God. After I left, I felt like the seed in my heart had been watered. Oh and did I mention that the first person that I saw when we stepped into church was my Dad?? My Mom mentioned to me that his new wife is an active member of the church, but I really was not expecting to see me Dad. My mom and I sat with him and the new wifey. It was a little weird at first especially since I was sitting between my Mom and my �step mom� (and I use that term very loosely). My Mom is a cool person and so is my Dad�s new wife so really there is no bad blood. And unlike my Dad�s previous ex-wife and girlfriend, the new wifey seems to be secure in her marriage so does not appear to be threatened by my Mom. I know that I have abandoned my church roots. But I must admit that it felt good yesterday to be in church. And I am truly thankful for all my many blessings. |
10:19 a.m. || May 24, 2004 |
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