Fear Can Be a Monster

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Fear can be a monster. For real! It  can be like a big, hairy, ugly, stinky, towering monster!

As a child growing up in a loving home with my parents and siblings, I had a brief encounter with the monster known as Fear of the Dark. As a young girl, I just knew that there was a monster behind the brown, wooden doors of my closet and under my cluttered twin bed that only unleashed his frightening powers when the lights went out at night. I’m supposing, in an attempt to scare the monster, irritate my throat and frustrate my parents I would SCREAM like my life depended on it!!!!! Needless to say, my daddy or mama came to the rescue. I got over that fear, and now relish rest in the dark.

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Fast-forward many decades, and here we all are today grown, or growing up, possibly not dealing with fear…

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I Saw the Sun

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I woke up late this morning after staying up late last night being empowered, entertained and stretched (in my dancing skills) by the most amazing teenagers at a leadership camp. We laughed, we cried, we learned and we shared. Instead of my usual 4am rise, I rolled over only to see 5am staring back at me. Still, in my delayed rising, I didn’t rush. Something in me didn’t want to rush, but simply embrace the moment and all of its unfamiliarity. I took my time pulling out one of the best older sundresses I have and a blazer to match. I took my time applying my Wet n Wild coordinating eyeshadow, while taking great care to make sure my coif was cute. I made sure my oatmeal was ready to go, got in about 15 minutes of worship with my Pandora “Richard Smallwood” station and I proceeded to head to another day doing what I…

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I Saw the Sun

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I woke up late this morning after staying up late last night being empowered, entertained and stretched (in my dancing skills) by the most amazing teenagers at a leadership camp. We laughed, we cried, we learned and we shared. Instead of my usual 4am rise, I rolled over only to see 5am staring back at me. Still, in my delayed rising, I didn’t rush. Something in me didn’t want to rush, but simply embrace the moment and all of its unfamiliarity. I took my time pulling out one of the best older sundresses I have and a blazer to match. I took my time applying my Wet n Wild coordinating eyeshadow, while taking great care to make sure my coif was cute. I made sure my oatmeal was ready to go, got in about 15 minutes of worship with my Pandora “Richard Smallwood” station and I proceeded to head to another day doing what I love to do.

Because of my tardiness I was able to see something I don’t often see in the mornings. I saw the sun. My normal morning drive frequently consists of an occassional family of deer, ducks who can be heard quacking, but not seen splashing, the neighborhood rabbit, a lot of squinting to make sure a leaf is a leaf and not a turtle, and the three dogs that hang out at O’Dark Thirty along the stretch leading out of my area. This morning however was different. I saw the sun.

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Through clouds as intimidating as the Ghostbusters “Stay Puft Marshmallow Man”, I could see rays of light. Rather than having to safely and slowly maneuver my way through a glob of visual nothingness I could see luscious green trees, two red birds frolicking, a clear path ahead  and I could see the sun.

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Last night, right in the middle of my country line dance instructions  I received a text message from a dear loved one that nearly sent me to my knees, and not because I wasn’t used to exercising so much energy on the dance floor. The message was a call for prayer for healing. This morning while driving and choosing to focus on the sun rather than the clouds I was reminded that it’s through the unusual (like waking up late), or in the midst of dark days (like most of my mornings driving into town), or following the unexpected (like the text message) that the Son truly, truly shines. Instantly I was reminded that God’s word is true. By His stripes we are healed, and according to our faith be it done unto us. My God is a healer and He has never failed. The initial feeling in my stomach when I saw the text message was that very similar to one I would get as a child when I was in trouble or afraid. My tummy initially went into a tiny tailspin. This morning, tossing my regular routine out of the window and being able to take time to see the sun was a reminder of the power of the Son. 

My God, who specializes in miracles, signs and wonders, was not caught off guard by the news received yesterday. And He is well able to provide a breakthrough in my loved ones life just like He allowed the sun to peek through those clouds. He said He could. I believe He will. It’s no wonder the Lord allowed me to dance the night away last night. I feel it was preparations for a celebration, dah-lings!

@AngelaMMoore316

There’s Always a Chance to Change

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Change can be hard. I’m sorry if you thought otherwise. However, change is as necessary as it can be difficult. Even more, it’s as possible as it can be challenging. Having had to make a change or two a time or two in my life I’ve come to realize that there are some steps we can take to help make the ultimate steps to something new.

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I remember learning “Stop. Drop and Roll.” at my dear, sweet Stonewall Jackson Elementary School in Birmingham, Alabama(Go Eagles!). “Stop. Drop and Roll” was the catch-phrase for what we should do in case of fire. They drilled that mantra in our heads until it was second nature to know how to say it and do it.

Needing to make a change in important areas of life can be overwhelming. It can feel like we’re under fire! The heat from stress, pressure from others, feeling like a failure, dealing with doubt, avoiding…

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