Making the Band...

Have you ever been to a parade?

Me , personally...I can live without the crowds.New York is all about space invasion and I don't mean galaxy's , I mean MY space.

I digress....parades are LOUD and amazing and every single entity plays a part.The instruments play their part.The trumpet,the drums,the horns,the cymbals...oh Lord the Cymbals.Everyone has their note and if not played properly the whole band is out of wack, and instead of a sound of ONE , there's just NOISE.No fluidity,no purpose,just one note trying to find it's way back in line. Ok so before the parade,there was practice,before practice there was an audition,before the audition, there was a single soul with an instrument .

Let's talk about the band...

I was laying on my aunts couch in Virginia, having a "moment" .Yea you know ....the times you only bring up in mixed girl company after a couple of people have shared their WAY WORSE "struggles" with the "H" word.Yea I was horny and guess what?My boyfriend wasn't far.DANGER!

And what halts an "H" moment? Scripture.

Like ok God..."thy word have I hidden in my heart so that I might not sin against you"(Psalm 119: 11)...it's REAL!My stinkin' heart had scripture in it. Lol ...no seriously.His word rose up in me.

I lay there and I heard "....do not offer the members of your body as instruments of wickedness" (Rom 6:13 ).

Like plain as day,I heard Him.

Was I still horny?Yes.Was there a big cloud that came around me and whisked me away from it ?No.

All I could think of was "making the band".

Ever saw that show?Well it was a short lived few season show of a bunch of random people with great talent that had to come together and had to function as one.Differences ,struggles,likes dislikes and all.The purpose through tests,trials and differences and all else ,a band.A successful unit.

No one logically chooses a broken instrument; a bent trombone or some ranky drum with a hole in it to lead the band,nor some screechy voice chick with no rhythm.

Why?It wont make the right sound.It's whole being and purpose was to make a distinct sound when played,when chosen.

I and my body parts,are one instrument. Every time I have decided to go out side of the singular reason God created this body and use it for something else. I made the wrong sound.

I was off beat.

I was instantly convicted.Was I having sex ?No, but so what?!

I heard God ,and we ALWAYS have a choice.Ever wonder why God doesn't handicap your God given hormones  before your married?The things you go through are a test and you are tried with the purpose of being made into what He desires.It's purpose is not to ruin or cause the female version of blue balls ,but the fruits of the spirit.

What sound will you make?What sounds are you making?What does it echo into the ears of God?

I don't know if you can identify, but at that moment in time I was reminded that my body wasn't my own.

Will I ever be horny again?Duh!

Just to throw a wrench out there sometimes the perfectly fine looking instruments make weird sounds too.You could look just like that fig tree Jesus ran up on and then cursed because it had no fruit.It looked the part but had no fruit.I'd like to say it was pretending.

Ah!It will cost you !Please remember the decision you make will cost you something.

Wait.

"Dip Me, Please!"

Who doesn't look forward to the big finish of a dance? Whether you watch "America's Best Dance Crew" or "So You Think You Can Dance," you wait to see how the routines will follow through from beginning to end. If the performers end by falling flat on their face, the judges will often times brutally share their criticism. On the flip side, a strong ending could save a somewhat flat performance. Despite the outcome we enjoy watching the movement and anticipate the ending. As kids, we pretend to be fabulous ballroom dancers. Tango music comes on and we steal one of mom's tulips, stick it in our mouth considering it a suitable substitute for a rose. We then, grab a partner and begin to dance. We may have never taken one formal class, but we've seen enough old movies, television shows to know what a Tango looks like. And then the music prepares to end. Time for the big finish! "Dip me, please!"

After moving to the same ol' song and dance of life, many of us are waiting for the big finish--especially when it comes to relationships. Romantic relationships. Boy meet girl. Hand on shoulder, one on waist. Boy asks girl out. One, two. three...one two three. Girl and Boy enjoy each other's company. Spin and turn. Boy and Girl disagree. Come together and separate. Boy and Girl break up. They change partners and begin the dance again. A few moves may be added for flair, but the basic choreography is the same. We will dance and switch partners until the right one can close the dance at the end of the song with the "big finish." 

I imagine the frustration and exhaustion when you find--partner after partner--that the "big finish" has eluded you once more. Now you don't even want to run through the routine. Boy meets girl--I know how this goes...You'll ask me to dinner, we hang out and get to know each other, but let's cut to the chase. Either you think I can be the one or not. If you aren't sure and don't think you can be sure, keep it moving! OR, if a guy shows you the list bit of interest you agonize over whether he really likes you and where it could possibly go. Either way, we are no longer keeping time with the music. We are trying to rush through the dance to see if we will finally be dipped. The fact still remains that no matter how fast or slow we dance, when the music comes to it's final chord the big dip will either happen or it won't. You still have to wait for the dip in the end because it does not look as good in the middle of a song. Have you ever heard of a premature dip? Can you imagine how awkward that would be? Where do you go from there? The dip comes at the end of a song allowing you to begin a new one. And if the right partner dips you, he will be there ready to move step by step with you through the next song. 

So I suggest to you, my reader, to wait on the right partner. One whose arms will hold you tight enough to keep you close, but loose enough to let you move. One who will know the steps and won't trip you up. And one who knows the right time and the right way to dip you!

Something Borrowed....

I borrowed you and didn't even know it
You're on loan and I only found that out when I realized the abuse
I took you for granted,thought I wined and dined you. Gave you what you wanted
Everyone else was bent on no,so  I found ways anytime I wanted to give you Yes
I looked at you with my eyes and was satisfied, 
what people said rolled off as smooth as the butter in the grits for your morning breakfast
Or like the whippedcream on your espresso
Words, I ate those , even the ones that were hard to swallow

oh ....those actually became easier to eat after time passed and almost as sweet when you do the math

More sweet can mask the sour 
BUT like a book that's borrowed beyond the appointed time becomes worn and weak, it no longer looks like the item you borrowed, 
So......you,my gift are beginning to look like that once treasured toy 3days after Christmas, beaten 2nd rate and out of mind
You are me....
Every entity .....the soul
I have windows for eyes, i behold everything,where are the shades when you need em?!
and Hands heavy as lead w/ a scarlet stain that started with the cross, thank God for the sanitizer that is called redemption
Got memories for ears....help me hear YOU not the replay
Got a shredder for a mouth, God....what a mighty tool.
Got will made of a stockyard metal...it's hard to move....
Restore my soul...
I borrowed ME and I want to return me to YOU richer than that man with the buried treasure.
Open me and be pleased Lord.Pleased with me.
I am not my own ....Lord Help me to take care of me.

Front row seat

How much does it cost for a full featured movie now a days?
How much will you pay for the full length movie played in your mind?
Legs together, ankles crossed.
"Usher please pass that lap cloth !"
My skirt is too high,can they see it from my mind?
Will I get tapped by a Holy ghost eaves dropper?Will they all know?
Can I get a lap cloth for my mind?
'Cause my legs aren't showing ,my mind is where the party is at.