THE VOICE OF HOPE

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The World’s Viewpoint Needs a Change


“Those people belong to this world, so they speak from the world’s viewpoint, and the world listens to them.” 1 John 4:5 NLT

 

Like many of you, my heart has been heavy for the family of Trayvon Martin. Sadly, it is much like the heaviness I felt for the families of Sandy Hook Elementary not so long ago.

I have three children. I cannot imagine how I would feel if I lost one or any of them in such a horrific manner. I believe I would be devastated and grieved beyond belief. There would be no words, no comfort, no relief, and no justifiable explanation, especially for killing a child- my child.

As a parent, I would feel guilty for not being there or somehow protecting my child. I would beat myself up over why I did not teach them enough about self-defense. The haunting question of why I couldn’t save them would compel me into madness. I would wish for more time to spend with them and hug them without letting go. I would profess my love for them every moment of the day.

I feel the fear now, as my family and I go out into the world each passing day. There is a lingering “what if” scenario that plays out in my mind. I wonder if we will make it back. I wonder if we as a family or individually will be confronted with the horror of a violent person waiting to ambush us. What would I do if I feared for my life or my family? Would I take a life to protect us?

Nonetheless, it is clear that the fear that grips my heart is compelled by the escalating ignorance of this world and its views. The world we live in has allowed its very morality to suffer because it chose to accommodate convenience.

The world used to teach and emphasize the protection of children by all means necessary. At one time, children were considered special possessions regarded as worthy inheritors of this world. At one time, adults were especially preparing a world worthy of inheriting.

Somehow, the view point of commitment to the future became an inconvenience. I further suggest that the commitment was broken right about the time when people who spoke the truth were killed for doing so. The people who tried to effect changes for the good were killed for doing so. The people who fought for the rights of other people were killed for doing so.

The world that once boldly pronounced, “We, the People,” changed its viewpoint. The longstanding viewpoint to protect and defend at all costs, progressively killed everything that was true, good, and right. Truth, goodness, and righteousness were all deemed inconvenient by the standards of this world. The world taught people how to kill the truth, goodness, and righteousness in this world.

Everything that is true, good, and right has the face of a child. Suddenly, people were free to kill, molest, corrupt, neglect, and abandon children like wild animals. Indeed, the world we live in wrote a license for open season on our children. Now, the blood of children, our children, speaks from the grave.

The world once taught that we are entitled to justice. What is the standard for justice now in this world? Could it be that justice is now based on convenience? In the lurking depths of a painful heart, would there be that indignant desire to retaliate and seek revenge. Would upstanding citizens stoop to the level of a killer believing it would free them from their pain? Would they convince themselves that killing was justified because their heart hurt so much? The laws of this world teach that vigilante killing is unacceptable and punishable. However, is this not a contradiction based on the learned judgment that people we fear should die? Should we not seek justice on our own if the entitlement is lost due to someone’s convenience.

The point is that this world has taught many erroneous viewpoints. The world cannot even comprehend its own contradictions. By substituting principle for convenience, the world now adapts to its erroneous viewpoints instead of enforcing correction.

Therefore, it is not the world or the people we must focus on. We must focus on the reflection we see in the mirror. The reflection that knows the difference between right and wrong. The reflection that understands that the world will never change unless we change ourselves first. We must focus on the motivation and the mission for the change we wish to accomplish. Our children. Save our children.

The World We Live In Needs A Change. We cannot live in fear of continuing to do what is right. We cannot resort to the world’s ways of handling situations by accommodating convenience. We must all do our part to restore truth, goodness, and righteousness that this world once stood for. Our children are depending on us.

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WHERE IS YOUR FAITH


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MATTHEW 6:25-33

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?

26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?

28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?

32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

More often than not, when I hear people speak or when I am reading I hear what I call, “TITLES” in my head. This morning while reading it happened again. What I read was, “Where is you faith,” but what I heard was “Where IS you Faith?” Is your faith in yourself? Is in the government, your job, your bank account, your friends, or is it in GOD?

So many times because of disappointments, distractions, and let downs we tend to lose our faith in God or we just lay it aside not really realizing that it was ever missing. When we do that we unknowingly are putting our faith in ourselves or other things and not in God. Through the distractions and disappoints that arise in our lives the enemy has lulled us in to putting our shield of faith down. God does not want us worrying about anything at all. I know that is a hard thing to comprehend sometimes especially when life is hitting you hard but its the truth. We see from the scripture God is saying, “What are you worrying for, if I can feed the birds, if I can clothe the fields with beautiful flowers, then surely I can handle what you need.” Its our job to BELIEVE that, to put our faith and trust in Him and His word.

Philippians 4:19 And My God shall Supply ALL my needs according to His riches in Glory by Christ Jesus.

So today, I challenge you to ask yourself, “Where IS my faith, where did I lay it down?”

CHANTEEA

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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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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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Anyone Who Had a Heavy Heart


“Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony. I am sick at heart. How long, O Lord, until you restore me? Return, O Lord, and rescue me. Save me because of your unfailing love.” Psalm 6:2-4 NLT

One of my all-time favorite songs is Luther Vandross’s version of Anyone Who Had a Heart. The words are not so much what I want to focus on for my topic, but more so the title. As you see, I added the word heavy for emphasis, because my spirit is sensing a leading of some other heavy hearts that will encounter this blog.

I spent the last thirteen years of my life living in Georgia. God led my husband to move us there. In those 13 years, we acquired our first home and added two more children to our lot totaling us to a family of five. We added an amazing number of friends who became like family to us. We were a pillar in our neighborhood and local schools. We were truly blessed. Now, having left so much behind in recent months, I miss my house, my friends, my church, etc.

Believe it or not, those 13 years were the longest I had lived anywhere in my life. It is very hard to start over. After all the moves I have experienced in my lifetime, this recent one to California has been one of the hardest I can remember.

So far, I have had a number of personal challenges that if I sit back and dwell on them, I would be crying for a few days or weeks. Many times I thought, God, was this really a move from you? Lately, I wondered if I am where God intended me to be and if I am doing what He intended me to do. My motto at the beginning of the year was “Everything is for my good.” Then I wondered if that was true. From the questions alone, you can discern that my heart is truly heavy. Sadly, I had to face the fact that my faith has been shaken.

In attempting to uncover the reason for my present spiritual condition, one thing occurred to me: moving into unfamiliar territory makes a person quite vulnerable to challenges. It’s not just physical moves; it’s anything that we do not know how to handle personally. Losing a loved one, a job, a home, the change in circumstances drives us into survival mode and immediately attacks our faith.

At Satan’s request, Job came under attack and his entire world was changed forever. My heart is nowhere near as heavy as Job’s had been. Isn’t it true that the slightest shift in our hopes, dreams, and everything we have worked so hard for makes us question everything, even the presence of God? It’s ok because that is how God reminds us that we are human and we need Him at all times. After Job sat in the dirt, talking to his equally faith challenged friends, God came and attended to him and restored them all.

My challenge was to get past the heaviness of heart, have a little talk with Jesus, and strengthen my faith by planting God’s word in my heart. We are all going through our own challenges. We have the choice to go through them alone or let God take the lead. Imagine a world of “Jobs” pouring their hearts and complaints out to God, being prayed for and then being completely restored.

The wonderful thing about Job’s testimony was that God gave him even more than what he had lost in the beginning. God will multiply our lots too if we unload our heavy hearts before Him today, believe, and receive. A multitude of repentance and restoration would be a beautiful gift to God.

We are not alone in our struggles against disbelief and uncertainty. Talk to your friends, make their concerns your prayers, share your heart, and watch God perform some restorations right before your eyes.

 

Anyone who had a heart would surely take me in her arms and always love, love me, why won’t you?

Rest in Peace Luther

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