THE VOICE OF HOPE

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Everything Is All Good


ItsAllGood I’m done making New Year’s resolutions. In fact, my final resolutions concerning weight loss, cutting dead-weight people out of my life, and make clearer decisions based on selfishness came about two years ago. My resolutions revealed quite a bit of worldliness that was not doing me any good or doing anything to glorify God. I realized that I lacked a lot of discipline to do much of anything on my own power. Sadly, I possessed an ungodly amount of judgmental thoughts, self-righteousness, pride, and selfishness. Needless to say, I had some more maturing to do. That was a fact that I begrudgingly, but humbly accepted.

So, I altered my attitude of the New Year and tried another approach. I decided that my new year needed to be based on my walk with God and not my personal desires. I began by letting God lead me to a scripture that summed up the lesson He wanted to instill in my life. Prior to going in to 2012, I realized that God had worked out some things on my behalf and for my good during 2011. So my theme for 2012 was based on Romans 8:28,And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose”- Everything is for my good.

As I have shared in previous blogs, I did not always feel like everything was for my good in 2012. This was especially true when I was going through certain situations. That breast lump the doctor thought she found on me this past summer gave me quite a scare. Thank God it has not amounted to anything serious. Going through the motions of getting a definite answer showed me how grateful I needed to be and much more sensitive I need to be toward those going through the breast cancer battle. It was all good.

The move from Georgia to California was exciting at first, but the reality gave me more challenges to deal with than I cared to. Leaving a stable lifestyle, family, and friends behind to start over was hardly desirable. The red carpet was far from being rolled out for me particularly in the work force. I learned to have a heart for other people who relocated as we did. It is difficult to pick up, move, and get settled. I also needed to accept what God has in store for me job, no job, extra jobs or whatever. Even though it was a tough transition, it’s getting better-it was all good.

There were many things that I did not understand at the time when I was going through them. Then I realized that God has to put me through certain situations as part of His will. He positions me for what He needs to have done not what I think I should be doing. Many times, I have thought about ways I can rewrite God’s plan for my life. As much as I would love it, my plans will never succeed as long as I put “me” at the center of it all and not Him. Looking back over 2012, God has proven to me that everything: easy, difficult, undecided were all for my good.

The spiritual path we all chose will impact the decisions we make the rest of the year. Consider your walk with God and think about what He wants you to get out of the New Year. Think about the message or theme He would have for you, how it applies to your life, and how you can implement the changes He would like to see in you. God will move in a mighty way when you focus on Him and what He is trying to teach you. It is all for your own good.

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Can You Hear The Voice of Hope


Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumes, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, Therefore I HOPE in Him!
LAMENTATIONS 3:22-24

What does the Voice of Hope sound like to you? Have you ever heard it? It doesn’t have to be an audible voice. It could be the voice that comes from listening to another share their story. Especially if there story is liken to something you are going through and they are telling you how they made it.

One of the definitions for the word voice is, something likened to the speech as conveying impressions to the mind. That is what this blog site was designed to. As we share our life experiences and struggles it is our desire that the voice with which we speak is conveying hope in your mind. The kind of hope that says, you know what, if they went thru that and God brought them thru then surely He can do the same for me. God is no respecter of persons, (Romans 2:11) and He loves you just as much as He loves me.

One thing we lack in our lives is transparency. People don’t want you to know their struggles. They just want you to see them shining, later for the ugly parts of life. Just get to the good part. We see the effects and scars but the story of how they made it over is hidden out of fear of judgement or shame. I can only speak to you from my experiences and in return this should offer you some kind of hope. How can I give you directions to get to New York if I have never been there myself? Sure I can maybe sorta guide you but if I have actually driven there myself and I know the ins and outs of the city then surely that would give you a little more confidence in taking directions from me, wouldn’t it?

When you are going through things in life you need to find someone with which you can identify with. Someone that can say, “Hey, I been there and done that and because I made it through you can too.” A couple of years ago I found a lump in my breast and fear was waiting to greet me with thoughts of dying at a young age. I knew I had better get a hold of those thoughts or else they would overtake me and win. The first thing I did was search the bible for healing scriptures so I could speak them over my life, then I asked God to put a song in my heart to carry me through, and He did. The song was by, Dewayne Wood, it’s called “Let Go.” I also knew of some women of faith who had battled breast cancer and won so I read their testimonies. The purpose of doing these things was to feed my faith. I also went on the Susan G. Komen website to read the stories of women who had cancer. Doing those things gave me hope during that dark scary time in my life. Turns out it wasn’t cancer (Praise God!) but just in case it had been I was getting myself in the position to hear the voice of hope come from others experience.

When you see that someone else has overcome the same thing that you maybe be struggling with and they survived it, that gives you hope. I was listening to Bishop Jakes on TV the other day and He was talking about this very same subject. The man he was interviewing was talking about a time in his life when he had lost his job and had his car repossessed. He felt like he had failed his family. He was struggling on the inside and was too ashamed to tell anyone. He said, he would go to church and look around at all the people who he “thought” had it all together and he would leave church feeling worse than when he went in. Then one day he met a fellow who had been through the same exact thing he was going through and he shared his story of how he made it through that season of his life. Hearing this mans story encouraged him so much. It gave him some hope and placed something within him that said, “EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!” People love to share the glory but not the story that goes with it.

In your everyday life you may come across hurting dying people. I don’t mean dying from a sickness or anything like that. I mean dying for lack of hope or strength to carry on. All you have to do is look around they’re everywhere. The things you have been through in life may not have been all that good but like I said before God can use it for your good. Especially to help another person. No experience you have in life will God waste. Just take a look at Saul in the bible, he was a murderer, he killed Christians for a living. (Acts CHAP 9) Then one day God got a hold of him and not only changed his name from Saul to Paul but He changed his life forever. He was forgiven, his past was wiped clean, and he became a new person. That story alone should give you hope. Surely if God could give a person like Paul a new life, imagine what He could do for you! Paul went on to become the author of thirteen books of the New Testament and its in those books that you can find, if your listening, “THE VOICE OF HOPE!”

~~ Be Blessed ~~

Chanteea

LET GO ~ Dewayne Wood

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Grief is a Process


Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

I had been waiting for Chanteea to share about her mom, Valryka, my favorite auntie. Her death was a major blow to our little family circle. My mom, Pat had a strong sisterly bond with “Val.” My mom just loved being with her and especially enjoyed fond memories of their times at the beach. Spending time at the beach as mom has shared was something they always did. It was something we continued to do even after Val was gone.

I was 11 years old and I can remember being right there with the family in that house on Cedar Lane. Auntie’s cancer progressed to where she was completely bed ridden. My mom and my grandmother, affectionately called Nan, were right there for Auntie. My mom had taken me and my brother and sister out of our school in Delaware for at least two weeks that January so we could be there.

One of the things I had to do while staying there was help clean the dishes in the kitchen. In the dining room next door was where auntie lay in her hospital bed. One day I was washing dishes and I heard auntie groan loudly several times. I couldn’t make out what she was saying but nobody was in the room with her. I went to ask my mom what auntie was saying. My heart sank as my mom told me that auntie was yelling fire. The cancer in her body literally made her body feel as though it were on fire. My auntie was in so much pain. I believe we all would have done anything to save her life, but there was absolutely nothing we could do. We were powerless.

That fateful eve of January 17, 1983 was the last time auntie moaned in pain. We were all gathered in the living room when the devastating news was announced. My mom said through her tears that auntie was gone. I cannot imagine how hard this was for my mom and even though she is a fighter, I believe she was also relieved that auntie suffered no more pain.

Chanteea was right, nobody talked about auntie’s death. It was like a hushed secret of shame that nobody wanted to talk about. As kids we had questions; we had overwhelming emotions not knowing how to process them. It wasn’t until I became an adult dealing with my own personal grief that I realized grief is a process. I felt like my “wheels” were stuck in mud and I was going in circles with the same issue over and over again as Chanteea shared.

The stages of grief: denial, anger/guilt, bargaining, and acceptance are real. When Jesus was nailed to the cross, even the disciples questioned whether he was the Messiah. When Jesus died, the disciples were confused and felt as if their loyalties were displaced and their convictions were void. There was an emotional reaction that no one knew how to deal with. The same reactions continue today.

Many of us have unspoken grief right now that is causing bewilderment inside our hearts and minds. People do not know how to deal with death or the grief aftermath. It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and it makes people too vulnerable to the condition of their hearts. Those are feelings people just cannot handle. They avoid all of that “feely stuff” at all costs. People void the emotion and try to fill that void with worldliness: work, drugs, alcohol, unhealthy relationships, extramarital affairs, etc.

Our addictions are not rooted so much in personal desire as they are in grief. We fabricate our own coping methods and create a bogus front to give the outward impression that we are in control of our lives. The impact of not grieving through the entire process clings to our souls and lingers. Every time we are confronted with the source of an unprocessed grief, we get defensive and lash out. We accuse and point fingers at other people and cowardly dismiss our own guilt. Sadly, we neglect to realize that we will always be inadvertently conscious of the deep rooted grief, yet many of us will still stubbornly choose not to deal with it even when it arises again and again.

There is a huge difference between trying to deal with grief on our own or to let God help us. I am proud of Chanteea for surrendering to God and His way of dealing with grief. Her experience is an example of how God keeps his promises. He ensures that we are comforted, no matter how long it takes. God is faithful in all He does, even when it hurts us to our core.

If you are moved by this blog today, feel free to leave comments on how you have dealt or maybe haven’t yet dealt with a painful situation or how you helped someone cope with one. You never know how your story may help someone else find the healing they have been needing. Be inspired to lead someone else to the hope they are looking for.

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For more information on stages of grief please click the following link.

http://www.helpguide.org/mental/grief_loss.htm

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Comforting scriptures

Psalm 23:4

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Job 5:11

The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety.

Ecclesiastes 3:4

a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance…

Ecclesiastes 7:2

It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart.

Jeremiah 8:18

You who are my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me.

John 3:16

For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.

 

 

 

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LET IT GO


PHILIPPIANS 3:13-14
Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

When I was 12 years old my mother died of Cancer. She was only 41. As one would imagine this was a very devastating time for me. Now, some of my memories of her and the events leading up to this time are just not there, while others are unforgettable as you will see.

I remember where we lived. 890 Cedar Lane Avenue in Pleasantville, New Jersey. Our house was a 3 bedroom green rancher. The Applewhites lived to the left of us and Mrs. Eloise and her family lived on the right. My best friend Angel and her family lived next door to her. There were a lot of other houses surrounding us in the area too. There was a big empty field where all the neighborhood kids gathered to play softball and kick ball. We had to cross this field to get to our house when walking home from school. The saying it takes a village to raise a child could definitely be applied to our neighborhood because if you were caught doing something wrong, somebody was going to tell on you!

In my house lived, my mother, father, 3 younger sisters, ages 10, 8, and 7. My older sister age 25 and my 4-year-old baby brother. I also have an older brother who did not live at home at the time. When my mother became sick at one point my cousin Monica and her family as well as my grandmother came to stay with us.

I guess you could say the first memory of mom being sick was when I woke up one night to see my father carrying her out to the car. That didn’t turn out to be much at the time, just a kidney stone. She could have known then that she had cancer for all I know. I say that because, six months she was sick no one ever told us younger kids. The only reason I knew she had cancer was because I had overheard it. It was the summer before she passed actually and one of my sisters and I had been staying with my paternal grandmother for the summer. My grandmother was on the phone with one of my aunts. “Ricky, short for Valryka, has cancer” she said. I don’t remember my initial reaction at all. The only thing I recall about that is telling my younger sister. We didn’t even know what cancer was and we never told anyone what I had overheard. No one ever told us what was wrong with mom and we never asked. I think she didn’t want them to tell us. Years later my father told us that on the night she found out she had cancer she begged him to tell her that she wasn’t going to die as she cried in his arms. She made him promise he would take care of us.

Our last Christmas together is very faint as well, but what I do remember brings tears to my eyes, even to this day. It was a couple of days after Christmas and mom was laying on the sofa. I was kneeling down beside her as she watched me show her how I played this hand-held Pac-Man video game. She asked me if I was mad with her because she couldn’t play with me. I don’t remember if I looked up at her and answered or if I just kept on playing as I answered, “No” I remember how my heart-felt though, you know the type of pain that feels as if someone has just gripped your heart with their bare hands and is trying to squeeze all the life out of you as they are daring you not to let that tear fall from your eye. Yes, it was that painful. I held it in though just like I held in everything else.

Mom had a make shift hospital room in the house. They had turned the dining room into a room that would meet all her needs. Complete with hospital bed and all. She wanted to be home and when she was well enough to come they let her. One week before she died she went into a coma. My grandmother couldn’t get her to wake up. They called for my best friend Angels, mom to come down and see what was wrong. She was a nurse. She helped them turn her over because she said sometimes when you turn coma patient they wake up and she did. They still called the ambulance and took her to the hospital. There they would tell them she only had a week to live. The family never told my mom and they never told us kids. I guess they felt it best. All she wanted was to come home so they let her. That was Monday January 10, 1983.

Every morning before we left for school I gave my mom a kiss and told her I loved her. Monday morning, January 17, 1983 we overslept and were running late for school. I rushed out of the house without telling her that. Oh man! I thought, as we got in the car and headed for school. I will tell her when I get home I thought. As I sat in Ms. Birch’s 6th grade class, staring out the window, I had what you would call a vision I guess. And this vision would haunt me for years. As I stared out the window I saw my green house and the field we played kickball games in. I saw myself walking through this field and my cousin coming out to greet me, she would tell me that the ambulance was on its way to get my mom and that later on that night she would die. Well I snapped right out of that and said to myself, you need to stop daydreaming and that was a stupid thing to be thinking anyway. Get back to work, I told myself. Three O’clock came and the day was over. I waited for my sisters and my best friend Angel after school so we could walk home. I laughed and carried on with them like we normally did everyday. That is until we got to the field and my cousin Monica came out to greet me and tell me that the ambulance was on its way. What I had visualized in school was coming to pass right before my eyes! Now, I do not remember anything else after that moment except for them coming back home and gathering us all in the room. I just remembering crying before anyone of them opened their mouths. They didn’t have to tell me because I already knew. My thoughts at that moment went straight to that morning and how I had forgotten to tell her that I loved her. I do not remember who grabbed me or was trying to console me at that time. The only other thing I remember about that night is my father telling us that we would be alright, and my youngest sister asking why everyone was crying. When they asked her why she had been crying she replied, “because everybody was.” She was only 7 at the time. She didn’t understand death. No one ever told her about moms sickness perhaps had they prepared us her response would have been different. Just in case you’re wondering if I was angry with them, I wasn’t. I had deeper issues. Issues I never shared with anyone for years. You see I thought my mom died because of what I had thought that day in school. I was angry with myself for rushing out that morning without telling her that I loved her. Did she know that I did? This 12-year-old was in torment. This is the place where fear was birthed in my life. The fears I shared with you in my previous posts. They all stemmed from this one event in my life.

The funeral was January 23, it was a bitter, cold, and dreary day, perfect for a funeral I suppose. We all rode in this ugly green limo. The hearse was the same ugly color. The funeral home smelled like cherry Juicy Juice, oh how I hate the smell of it! Other then remembering that my mother had blue on and that Rev. Scott mentioned how I prayed for my mother every Saturday at the bible study he held in his house, I don’t remember a thing about the funeral.

There was no real grieving process that took place for me. Her death was never really talked about. I remember one day my sisters and I were together in our room and one of us mentioned my mom and my younger sister said, “sssshhh don’t talk about mommy.” Why she said that I have no idea but growing up we just did not discuss her. I do remember crying myself to sleep at night because I thought I had caused it all and I told no one….

I lived in that mental prison way into my adult years. I did eventually share the story of my vision in school that day with my sisters and my father. I never told them that I had thought it was my fault though and to this day I have not shared that with them. Grieving moms death never really happened for me until last year. Mother’s Day weekend actually. Well maybe I grieved in my own way all those years but a part of me felt that I needed closure. You see every January 17, February 27, her birthday, and Mother’s Day was awful for me. Silently I suffered inside. It was like someone gripping my heart again and daring me to shed a tear. And it hurt like hell. I wanted it to end after all it had been 28 years for Petes sake. I came to this conclusion while shopping for a Mother’s Day card for my Pastor’s wife. I was standing in Rose’s Department Store surrounded by what I always called “stupid mother’s day cards” when the pain in my heart came again and this time the tears fell right in the store. I rushed out to my car in tears and could barely see while driving home. This is ridiculous I thought. She has been dead for 28 years now and I shouldn’t be feeling this way. Sad maybe, but my heart shouldn’t hurt like this. Someone later told me that because I never grieved her death, every time those events came around it was like I was reliving it all over again. The wound never had a chance to heal. It was awful. I came home and sat down with my journal and talked to God. You have got to help me Lord, I cried and wrote. I cant do this anymore, I don’t want to feel this way, she is dead and I know she is not coming back and I don’t want to cry anymore. God quietly spoke to my heart and said, “you will rest in peace when you let her rest in peace.” I had never let her go and therefore I had no peace. I never got a chance to say my goodbye. My aha moment, as Oprah would say. I decided I would say my good byes. I went to the store and got a Mother’s Day balloon and I was going to write my mother a letter, tie it to the balloon and let it go. I sat on my swing outside, it was a beautiful warm sunny day and I wrote my goodbye letter. I told her I was angry that she left me and that I was sorry that I had forgotten to tell her I love her that day. I told her I knew she was in a better place and that I would see her again someday. I shared a lot about my life and things a mother and daughter would discuss. Then I tied it to the balloon, cried like a baby and LET IT GO! I asked God to send it to her grave in New Jersey for me. It hasn’t made it there yet but I believe it will somehow that balloon is going to get there.

I shared this story with you because I learned that there is tremendous power in letting things go. I am by no means saying that when a person dies you should just forget about them and move on. Grief has stages and is a process and takes time. I just wish someone had shared this with me back then, but that’s OK. As a 12-year-old child no one told me that so all my emotions were bottled up inside and because I held them in my heart for so long other things began to manifest in there as well. All those fears i spoke of in the previous post, they stem from this place right here.

We all have to go through things in life that will bring us to our place of purpose, but at the same point in time, there will be obstacles that we must overcome on that journey. That was an obstacle for me and 28 years later God has healed that part of my heart and I am free from its torment. So with that being said, I ask you, what’s in your heart that you need to let go of? It doesn’t have to be the death of a loved one it could be anything in your life that is weighing you down. Have you been carrying around hurt, anger, bitterness or maybe unforgiveness in your heart towards someone and you sense that its time to let it go. Perhaps you have been feeling that nudging in your heart for a while now and this post is just a confirmation for you. Well I am here to tell you there is freedom if you release it.
Life is to short and you have a purpose to fulfill whether you know what it is or not right now, is not the point. The point is to let go of all the things in you heart that are hurting you so you can get to that place of purpose.

Father,

I pray that all who read this will examine their hearts and follow Your leading on how to release the issues in their hearts. Let the words that have been written plow their hearts so that they are now ready for Your peace, love, and healing to start growing in place of every hurt that has ever existed in their lives. May they come to know You as their source of all strength when their heart is overwhelmed. May they come to know the purpose and plans that You have for their life and not only know it but walk in it. May they come to the place of understanding that even though bad things have happened in their lives that You, Oh, God can use that as a platform to propel them. Most of all God, I pray that they come to know what is the depth of Your love for them.

In Jesus Name I pray,
AMEN

~RIP~
VALRYKA Y. MOBLEY
1-17-83

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