An open letter from Mr. Right

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Dear daughters of God,

Contrary to what you have heard, I do exist. I’m no fairytale hunk with big muscles and thing for chick flicks (although, I may or may not have a man bun). So, put your daydreams of love off to the side for a minute and let me tell you what makes me, “Mr. Right” and why people keep telling you to wait for me.

The first thing I really want for you to understand is that I was not born your Mr. Right. I promise we weren’t destined to cross paths and lock eyes from across a crowded room and fall hopelessly in love. God has been working in my heart for YEARS! Do you realize what was in my heart before Christ saved me?! Of course you don’t because we haven’t met yet, but I can promise you it is equally as crazy and sinful as…

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Therefore, do not worry.

MATT. 6:34 says “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

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I think I’ve heard this verse maybe 250 times in my life. Recently, I’ve passed by it while flipping through my Bible or whenever I read my devotion. Even though I take the Bible seriously and what it has to offer, I pass by verses everyday, read them, tell myself “APPLY THIS TO YOUR LIFE TINA” and move on with my day. It probably would take me 30 seconds into any conversation I’d have where I’d start to state something about worry or distrust. Even if it’s about where to eat dinner at…I worry that the other person won’t like my choice. Every night when I go to bed, I worry that I won’t get everything done the next day that needs to be marked off my agenda list. Worry comes in the smallest and largest forms. Worry=anxiety. I worry all the time what I am going to do with my life if I won’t get accepted into graduate school. Why do I still worry so much if I tell others I’m a Christian and believe what the Bible has to offer? Then that’s not me being the best person I can be.

So, recently I’ve decided to give up all my worries to God. The second I recognize I’m in a stage of worry, I shut my mind off and give it to Him. It’s hard, but I know it’s worth the best shot I’ll ever make. Me giving it to the big Man upstairs is basically me surrendering myself to Him, telling Him that my ways are less than His ways and putting my faith in Him.

Joyce Meyer states “Surely God loves me more than a bird and I never seen a bird sitting on a brand having a break down because he didn’t know where his next worm was coming from. God teaches us that we don’t have to worry about tomorrow.”

Let me know if you can find a story in the Bible where Christ didn’t provide and left people to worry their life away. He cradles and care for each of us and I ask Him to wipe away our worry with each morning breath we take. The moment we lay our worries down at the feet of Christ, He will recognize our humble hearts and bless us for our act of faith. Also, pretty sure we miss out on a lot of life if we just sit and worry.

Chiseled

“When someone doesn’t fit your stereotypical view of a Christian, you’ve already shortened the arm of God.

Everyone is accountable, but everyone is also being chiseled in their personal relationship with Christ — and you are not the judge of that. You don’t get to judge someone’s life over a tiny slice of their lifetime.”

Truthist (haha) thing I’ve read. Thank you J.S. Park for your words. They touch me everyday as I try to find the ways of life while being a Christian. Waking up each morning and picking up the cross is a chosen lifestyle.

I can’t be your Jesus.

PinterestIt’s true. I can’t save you from the toughest time in your life. What a lot of people don’t understand is that usually they look towards people for the answers they want. They sit there, with big sad eyes and just wait for the next words out of my mouth. Honestly, sometimes I wanna say “you suck” but the truth is, I can’t be your Jesus. Just because I follow Christ doesn’t mean I know anything more that you do. All this time you’re investing in others, that precious time could be used in communication with Christ. Yes, God uses us in many ways and I believe He has called us to be comfort to others. However, when people don’t even seek God but just humans, this turns into an issue.

I’ve done it before. I’ve only asked advice from my friends instead of asking God. Sometimes we think that God can’t give us immediate answers, so how about just text my friend right away. That’s just the thing. We begin to transition from only seeking humanly advice without trusting in God for direction and clarity. We’ve got it all in reverse! Us people on earth and not saviors! Ultimately God is the only One who can fix things and direct someones life. What we can do is be there for emotional support, love on people, and let them know we are praying for them. The rest, leave it up to God because if God is for us, who can be against us?

Remember Psalm 118:8 says “It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man”.

The People of a North Carolina Airport.

I just wanted to share a heart-warming/wake up moment that I encountered last week. As I was flying to NYC, I had a quick stop in NC. In my spare time, I went to the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t scary looking from waking up at 5am. But the real point of the story is that I met the nicest janitor. You could hear her from outside the restroom area..in an airport. Airports are loud…people are talking all around you. Yet this little lady, with some sweet southern charm, made sure my dang toilet seat was wiped clear and that there as enough paper. That’s not even really the point. The best thing about it was that she was singing and praising Jesus as she was working and cleaning nasty bathrooms that thousands of people use each day. The moment anyone walked in, she was (joyfully) yelling “Welcome Miss, God Bless you, have a Blessed day, Jesus loves you, you have a Safe flight….”

Like seriously, she probably repeats herself 1,000 times a day and each time she says it, it’s like the first time. I was SO SO sooo tempted to get a picture of her…or a video…or even a selfie but I really have to watch myself sometimes because I get too carried away in minor situations.

Fast forward an hour, I decided to go to a different bathroom in a different terminal at the same airport. Same. Exact. Thing. Another worker was legitimately praising the Lord as she was wiping toilet seats, taking out the trash, and cleaning the mirrors. I thought that maybe this was my chance to talk to her (because what else do you do on your layover, right?), but my shyness kicked in and I left by just giving her a smile.

Guys, if someone is an airport bathroom janitor and they are giving all the Glory to God…I don’t know what else is more encouraging. These two ladies I met must have been the most positive people I’ve encountered in a while. They were witnessing to people all around them…in a darn bathroom. Seriously, how cool? What a testimony!
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Aging.

After staring at the word “aging” for a while, it starts to look really weird. Like “a-ging” and then you start to stare at “ging” for 30 seconds and wonder why it even matters.

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Anyways, recently I’ve found myself around some aging people. When I was super young, I loved them, because the elderly women in my church smelled so good and the old little men would bend down and give me a hand shake. I looked up to these people. They got my respect and my reverence. I then entered a different stage around middle school where I thought old people creeped my out so bad. I believed they were contagious of anything and everything. They were grumpy, had no humor, and thought that “teenagers” weren’t living life the right way. We apparently were robbed from our lifestyle by our very own ways of living. Cool.

Now, I see aging in an entirely different light. Yes, it’s sad. With at least some education under my belt, I now understand the difficulties they face, especially concerning medical conditions. Many are at the end of their rope while others aren’t letting age define them. Either way, they’ve gotten to a point in their life where things just kinda plateau. With the elderly (and I’m talking old old, not like your parents age or something), I’ve realized that yes, they slow, you gotta somewhat shout at them for them to understand the general topic of conversation, you sometimes want to stand your distance. But also, I also learned that they were just like me; many many years ago. They probably went to college, had jobs, did some volunteering. They experienced life and now have a history. At first, you might think that they don’t wanna talk to you. Some might try to shut you out. But if you give them a few minutes, they will open up to conversations with you. Even if it’s the simplest things, words coming from someone who has more experience that I may ever have in life in standing right in front of me. When you learn to accept this –they let their true personality shine.

I’ve witnessed this, especially this past school year. This age group is such a forgotten group of people. But quite honestly, it fascinates me. If someone can get along with the elderly, props to them. It’s almost more difficult that getting along with kids. Because one day, you yourself will hit that mark in life where you’re not much of the focus anymore. Age in beautiful.

Five Minutes.

Sometimes your [20-something] and standing in the kitchen of your [apartment or] house, making breakfast and [maybe] brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to [school or] work and [doing everything you need to do that day], and also more exciting things like books you [may be reading], and trips you want to go on, and relationships that are springing into existence, or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your own skin or in your house and you just want to go home but “Mom [and Dads]” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person make you feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over, the coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.