Wednesday, January 24, 2007
The lesson
Life will always pose a series of questions. The difficulty in being faced with those questions is how to respond. Your maturity level and foremost your relationship with God is a determining factor in how to respond to those questions. In this month alone, I have been presented with many questions, some difficult and others not so difficult. The main question that has loomed over my head this past month is "why am I still doing this?" Each person has a "this" in their lives. Your this could be overeating, gossiping, over spending, drinking or engaging in relationships that are spiritually unhealthy. With my "this-"ness", I see myself growing but I don't get too confident because there are so many areas where Alecia needs to take her "big girl" pill and grow up. Each time I come through a trial or notice something in my life, I ask God "what is the lesson?" A few weeks ago I went to Atlanta (as a vendor) for a Christian Women's Pajama Party. I had a wonderful time and I was honored to even be there among women who were on the move in their Christian walk and in their businesses. Sister Ivey was the coordinator of the event and left me one thought that stuck with me since then, which was "what is the lesson?" You see I have realized that I don't have a lot of time to keep making the same mistakes over and over again. Wasted time means missed opportunities for me to witness God's glory or for me to be an active participant in this great thing called life. I've never been a good test taker but I quickly realized as a student in my "younger" days that the tests are far more difficult the second time around. So, in my day to day walk with Christ I want to pass the test the first time. When things continue to re-surface in my life, I want to know what the lesson is. What was I supposed to gain from this experience or from this person? When those questions are asked then God can pour into you and show you who you really are.
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