Daily Devotional – 9/26/19 “Get back to YOU!”

I’m resharing a post from 2014, with updates because, although the date has changed, the message hasn’t. And I would try to be all nice with it but I ain’t, you need to read this …

You’re stressed out, right now about a job that’ll replace you, in the amount of time it takes them to post the job, interview and offer the position. You’re stressed out and losing sleep over somebody, who is in a whole relationship with somebody else, yet they’re dictating what you can and can’t do. You are stressing over debt, you created and got the audacity to be mad at God. No boo, this is all you, but you can come out of it, if you cut up the credit cards, stop spending beyond your means and get on a “get out of debt” plan. If that means bankruptcy or budget, do it and stop being embarrassed. Your blood pressure is high because you won’t take your medicine. That’s fine but you’re being selfish, to your family, who’ll be left behind when that high blood pressure claims your life. Your house is unhappy because you got folk in your business. Your ministry is in an uproar because you won’t sit down and devote the time, it needs, to studying. Your relationship isn’t working because you’re basing it on what happened in your last one, boo, start over.

What I’m saying is, God didn’t create us to be unhappy, all the freaking time. Bible shares in Ecclesiastes 2:24, “So I decided there is nothing better than to enjoy food and drink and to find satisfaction in work. Then I realized that these pleasures are from the hand of God.” Baby, your life should be enjoyable and your home should be your refuge from this cruel world. Life is but a vapor, which means we ain’t got time to be stressing, losing hair, getting sick, off balance, running up doctor bills, being angry all the doggone time, wound up, crying, groaning and complaining. For the bible says in Proverbs 12:25, “Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.” This is my good word for you today … get back to you! I don’t know what you need to let go of but do it. I don’t know who you need to whisper bye to but do it. I don’t know who you need to forgive but do it. I don’t know what changes you have to make but do it. Get back to you, have that margarita, glass of wine, cigar, weekend getaway, cut your hair, put some makeup on, dance in the house, cry one good time, scream loudly, rent that movie and laugh, take that walk, read that book … whatever it takes, GET BACK TO YOU!

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New Book Alert … Shattered

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What would you do, if you could no longer hide behind the wall you’ve created?

What would you do, if the shattered pieces of your life began to cut, deeper and you can no longer hide the blood?

For Camille Shannon, she’s unapologetic about who she is, until she comes face to face with a demon of her past and it sends her spiraling.

From unfaithfulness to drugs, to love and loss; she’s experienced it. Some of it is due to her actions yet when she tries to get her life together, it’s proving to be harder than she expected. Will Camille find the strength to deal with the skeletons, in her closet, the ones that left her torn and battered; or will she always be Camille Shannon, hiding instead of owning her truth … she’s SHATTERED?

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Excerpt:

“I’m sick of having this same argument with you.”

“And I’m sick of assuming you want this marriage,” I tell him.

“I do want this marriage, why else would I still be here?”

“To annoy me,” I shrug then laugh. “Maybe this is karma for everything I’ve done, to you or it’s God’s way of punishing me for breaking my vows. Either way, I can’t keep doing this. When I get back from Miami, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay and file for divorce. Now, get out,” I say walking over to open the door.

He grabs my arm, turning me to face him and closes the door. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to me, for once.”

“I don’t—”

“Damn it, Camille.” The sound of his voice causes me to jump. “I’m sorry for yelling but I’ve put up with so much of your shit and never once did I say divorce. The nights, no the mornings you’d come in from doing God knows what, I was right here. When you threw in my face, your cheating, I still gave you chance after chance. The night you overdosed—”

“Don’t.”

“No,” he says pushing me back against the wall. “The night you overdosed, I gave you the option to stay and get help, but you left, and we all know how that worked out. You, laying in the hospital for seven days and I was right there, watching you fight for your life. Camille, I’ve always been here, for you, even when I should have put your ass out and now, the first time I mess up, you want to leave me. Well, you can’t because you owe me more than that.”

I snatch my arm away from him.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Like hell! You owe me the same freaking thing I keep giving you and that’s a chance. Camille, I made a huge mistake but why is my sin costing more than all the ones you’ve committed? Why should I have to pay, with our marriage when you almost paid with your life and yet, I’m right here? Am I not worth, fighting for?”

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