MY GOD!!!!

 If you aren't a believer, this probably isn't the post for you. With that being said, now would be the time for you to close your browser. For those of you who do believe in the most high and mighty Lord, feel free to share your testimony in the comments section; as this post is a testament of what my God does for me.

Life has a way of getting to people. We all have stress of some sort at times. With no statistics to back this up, I am going to say the that the majority of  working class citizens in the US are experiencing some financial difficulties right now or have in the past few years. Costs are rising and our pay rates aren't. It's almost inevitable. This hits home hard for me. I'm a single mom, as you all know by now; with a 15hr/wk commute to work. So the rise in gas prices is threatening to my livelihood, to say the least. There are times when I don't know if I can afford to get to work the day before payday. There are times when i sacrifice my grocery money for gas or for necessities for my child. I'm not unique. This is happening to parents everywhere. I have plenty of other stresses in life. I'm single and at times lonely. I'm overwhelmed with the "new life" I've been handed in the last few months. I'm busier than ever at work. My responsibilities have doubled, but my pay rate has been the same for 3 years. I rarely have time to myself, i need a vacation, blah blah blah. I could go on for days!

A few days ago I got a phone cal from a friend from college. we caught up as usual which included some complaints from both of us about the things I mentioned above. Later that night on Facebook, I made a comment about feeling blessed beyond measure (or something to that effect). He texted me an accusation of "Facebook fronting".  The text read, "You just read me a laundry list of problems, 2 hours later, you're super blessed huh? *side eye*" 

I didn't respond to the message because I didn't want to get "preachy", but this post is my response.... And here it goes.

I have never counted my blessings based on how much money was in my pocket, purse, or bank account. I have never based my blessings on the number of friends I have or don't have. I have never. Do I consider a raise at work on an unexpected sum of money a blessing? I do. Do I consider my friends and family blessings? Huge ones! But, when I tell somebody I'm blessed that's not what I'm talking about. When I thank God for blessing me, I do thank him for the things I mentioned above; most of all I thank Him for the ability to keep on keeping on in spite of the days I don't know how I'm going to make it to work. In spite of the fact that I've gone to bed hungry a time or two because I wanted to make sure that my son had breakfast, lunch, dinner, and diapers for the next day. There have been times when I felt like I didn't have a friend in the world and I was as lonely as I could be, but I was blessed because I had breath in my body. I had a job to report to. I had a car to drive to my job. I had a closet full of clothes to choose from to wear to that job and that closet was in my home. The home God saw fit to provide for me and  watch over when I worried about how to keep the lights and water on. The home I sinned in and God still made sure I had what was needed to maintain it. My God provides. My God protects. My God preserves. I'm hard. I've said before and never denied it. I've experienced things I wouldn't wish on ANYONE in this world; but I still have enough left to love. I love ME. I love my son and my baby sister more than I love me. I love my family, I love and adore my true friends. God has preserved my heart. He's protected me from me. When I wasn't sure I was strong enough to deny the devil access to my heart and to my body; God saw fit to step in and ward him off. When I tried to step in front of Him and do the devil's will instead of God's, as I have so many times; God accepted my apology. He forgives me over and over. He is the only one who has the power to judge me and he NEVER does. He knows EVERYTHING I've done. thought, spoke, and even considered but He loves me like I'm flawless!


I kiss my son everytime I put him in his carseat and everytime I get him out... Why? Because I know that God doesn't have to let us make it to our destination. Each kiss I give him could be my last. I've had 8 months of kisses and pray that I'll have many more. That's why I love My God.
That's the power of MY GOD!

:-) And that is my testimony.

 ~XOXO,

LyfeBytes