That Crazy Pentecostal Girl

Recently I wrote a blog entitled "Woman of God" And I challanged God to bring on the light. To show me the things He wants me to change In order to be the woman he wants me to be.  Word of advice...don't ever challange God unless you yourself are ready for the challange. He succeeded the challange.  And it hurts. I knew it would though.  Now the key is how to change those things that He has brought to my attention? More prayer? More reading of the Word? More fasting? See my problem really lies in the timing.  I want to change NOW.  Not a year from now, but RIGHT NOW! And God is telling me, "slow down speed racer" See God is the Author of Time and I quickly forget that more often then not.  I also forget that the life that I live now is only the beginning.  It's only a fragment of time, but also what I do now may be all I ever do for God and I think that is why I'm so anxious for God to mold me and to use...

Tired, hungry, and angry, I was at my wit end sitting in the Atlanta Airport Wednesday night delayed because the plane I was on was broken. Until a man named Ray made his way over to my sister and I. He was a bit sketchy, not gonna lie, but he came over in desperate need of a phone. Of course I let him use it and I'm so glad I did because he made the rest of the night bearable . My sister and I were starving. Our mom told us we should get a voucher for food, but the line was super long for the front desk and I didn't want to make a fool of myself, but Ray was hungry too so he helped us out and got us vouchers. We spent the whole night with him, eating and conversing about everything and nothing. I'm pretty sure he was strung out on something, but something about him struck me. It wasn't his salt and pepper hair that was standing straight up. It wasn't his leather tanned skin or bug eyes. It wasn't how he kept saying my sister and I reminded him of his daughters....

Came home for spring break. Been here since Tuesday. It's been a bit bumpy...usually is. Arguing, complaining, a little laughter, a little tears. I've been trying to stay pretty neutral and let my Holy Ghost joy shine through, but that is not always the easiest thing to do. Needless to say I think I've failed. Really all I want is to see my family back in church. Back to the way things used to be. I was really thinking about it today. We all went to church. It being Easter in all, they all came. But I remember going, all of us, when it wasn't Easter. It was just a plain ole' Sunday morning. I miss that. And I know since I left they haven't gone much, if any at all. And it makes me wonder, if I came back would it help them. I don't think it would and God knows it wouldn't help me. I think the only way for them to come back is if they get a sudden realization of what Jesus did for them on Calvary. My family knows good and well what the bible says Jesus di...