Speak 2 My Heart

Speak to my heart, Lord.

Give me Your holy Word.

If I can hear from You, then I'll know what to do.

I won't go alone.

I'll never go on my own.

Just let Your Spirit guide

And let Your Word abide.

Speak to my heart, Lord.

These lyrics swell inside one of my favorite songs [come through, Donnie!] which takes me back to the early days of my faith.

1998! Morgan State!

I start thinking of freshman year at Morgan State (B-more), Blount Towers, 8th floor with my roommate LaShawn! During these days, I'd started a fresh chapter in life and was newly on fire for the Lord. My heart beamed with excitement to get closer to God and do what He said. I loved reading the Bible, discovering these beautifully untouchable yet simple truths that applied to me and made me feel so powerful ... truths that made me feel like flying as I'd walk across campus to and from class, knowing I was a King's kid who really wanted to please Him.

These kinds of memories make me smile ... being 18 years old, young, athletic, a great catch who had her head on straight and her heart pointed in the right direction. And to top it all off, I stumbled into relationship with a ministry that rocked my young world, opening doors to the next level type of faith I panted for! It was on and poppin' (this phrase still lingers today, yes?) for my young life.

It's DOPE Still

No, I wasn't naive to the fact that life had never been and would never be perfect, but THIS CHRISTIAN THANG WAS DOPE! Twenty-two years later, I look up from a more seasoned state and am happy that I can still say the same ...

This Christian thang is dope.

Of course less than desired occurrences done happened because such is life, but through what I've seen, I still end up better for it -- and guess what -- so do others who come into contact with me!

Do I have weak moments? Yes! In these weak moments, where have I learned to QUICKLY run though? GOD!

After miscarriage number one, who was I voicing my frustrations to? GOD! In the course of 15 years, when high school kids sometimes cussed at me, challenged my authority, and made it way less than pleasant to teach them, whose face was I in? GOD'S! When our little red Mazda MX-3 spun out on I-95 en route to my folks' home in VA, who did I thank as my heart palpitations died down? JESUS! After miscarriage number two, who did I know could hold my hand through yet another loss of a baby and receive my thanks for the two kids who have my last name and are well today? MY FATHER! Who do I, sooner rather than later, ask to check my heart for bad stuff when my husband and I have a spat, and I'd rather not close my mouth before more daggers are spoken? GOD ...

Who?

Who never sleeps?

Who's always able?

Who made me?

Who made you?

Who knows how this'll turn out?

Who don't you have to be perfect for?

Who sees you in your ratchet-ness and always has solutions to help it?

Who has THE game plan for your life?

Who has THE blueprint for your mind?

Who knows how you should spend your time?

Who's BIG and BAD enough to hold His own?

Who's never been born and never will die?

Who's real regardless of who thinks He is or isn't?

Who does everyone have to answer to at some point whether they serve Him or not?

Yup ... GOD.

So, I repeat ...

Speak to my heart, Lord.

Give me Your holy Word.

If I can hear from You, then I'll know what to do.

I won't go alone.

I'll never go on my own.

Just let Your Spirit guide

And let Your Word abide.

Speak to my heart, Lord.

The song's below if you wanna' hear it ❤: