I'm Good, Regardless

Ever been a front passenger in a car that comes to an abrupt stop to avoid hitting the car in front of you, but you're afraid to show how frantic this abrupt stop makes you because the driver catches an attitude if you show just how frantic the abrupt stops make you?

I'm like "WHAT!? I CAN'T BE CONCERNED ABOUT SAFETY AND LIFE???!!! GEEZ! A SISTA' CAN'T CARE IF SHE LIVES OR DIES?"

Too specific?

You know what I'm talkin' bout?

You know the type of driver I'm referring to?

I'm just sayin ...

But what I can also say on the same day of the abrupt stop in the car (LOL) is something about the next scenario:

Passenger Seat's Not SO Bad

Our family of four arrived home after a morning errand. We were still sitting in the car, and Kwesi (hubby) was making some mental notes about what needed to be done in the house before we all got out of the car. In a few moments, he told Asa (our older son) to put his seat belt back on. Then Asaiah (our younger son) started repeatedly asking about where we were going. At this point, I didn’t even know because Kwesi had just made this decision. After about the third time Asaiah asked the same question, I turned to him and said, "Dad knows, and that's enough; just ride." Kwesi drove us to the park so the boys could play outside on that really nice day.

Pull On Him

Dr. Myles Munroe, sensational preacher and orator, advised wives to tug on their husbands' capacity to lead the home through questioning about his vision and plans (since we are fashioned to be his help meet). I love this advice and the fruit it yields because God put in me, as a woman, a need to be covered, guarded, and guided by a man. When I was single, the man responsible for this was my dad. When I got married, the responsibility shifted to Kwesi. And through it all -- singleness and marriage -- GOD has been the CONSTANT Keeper.

I'll Take "WOMAN" For $300 Please, Alex!

I say, all the time, that I'm glad God didn't make me a man because I don't want his responsibility and role of leading the family, being the one who has to answer to God for how we turn out, collectively and independently (I actually need to keep him in prayer more because of how loaded his call really is). I want to be the beautifully exquisite godly woman that I am, knowing my own role and capacity to dynamically do what God wants me doing ... being who He wants me being.

So, I was excited on the inside to know nothing of the destination Kwesi had decided on from the driveway of our home. He made the call, and it made me glad to tell my son we didn't need to know the destination. Dad -- our leader -- knew, and that was enough.

Even in my cares about my life, my safety, and that of my husband and kids (abrupt stop scenario at beginning of post), I've learned to, right after rolling my eyes accompanied by my pulsating heart, breathe and trust that God's got us. Our FATHER knows our destination and everything between there and now.

Can't Touch This

There's a princess type of feeling I have while resting in my privilege to be looked after, cared for, maintained, pruned, and made better by my heavenly Dad, Comforter, Guard, and Guide. You really can't touch me even if you harm me.

Live or die, I'm secured in WHOSE I am. Without this security in Christ, I'd be doomed whether I had millions of dollars in the bank and pristine health or whether I was penniless, scraping by just to physically function at all. Only the Christian is truly untouchable, rain or shine, hungry or full, mad or naw. And I'm just glad I'm on the right train.

It's cuh-raaazy what God can do with you through a perspective shift. Yowzers!

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