What All Heroes Do

I watched you care:

You encouraged the shattered

You stitched up the wounded

Rebuilt the fallen hero

Your faith quenched their arrows

 

I watched you fight:

You carried the exhausted

You reported the assaulted

Protected the innocent

Your armor was not militant

 

I watched you lead:

You steered thru scattered ruins

You advanced out of confusion

Restrained the hostile ones

Your heart preached from other tongues

 

Words of Exhortation

I want to encourage you with the same words I received last week from my pastor.  And that is, “You are in transition.  God will not allow you to fall.”

Transition can take many forms: for instance, labor.  The experience can be one of intense pain, practically unbearable.  But you know the pain won’t last forever and at the end lies the greatest reward.  Or, it can be quick and sudden like changing gears in a car.  Or, it can be long and gloomy with no light at the end of the tunnel.  In the midst of darkness, you lose sight of God’s presence and feel He has abandoned you.

But I’m here to tell you saints, Don’t Give Up!  I’ve learned that no matter how uncomfortable the period of transition is- change is a good thing.  That is how things evolve into something new: a caterpillar into a butterfly; an embryo into a fetus; an egg into a chick.  Therefore, don’t resist the process of transition: trust it and embrace it with gladness.  The ultimate goal is to become like Jesus.  So, surely God will not allow you to fall!

We ARE Connected

I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.

I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.

We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.

And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?

We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.

“WE” A Black American History Poem/Prayer

WE thank the Lord for this glorious day!

WE thank the Lord for those that paved the way!

The herald voice of Mahalia Jackson, WE hear YOUR love.

WE are forever grateful, for freedom felt from above.

The intellect and grace you give, is never partial.

For, WE see YOUR goodness in Thurgood Marshall.

To the many embodied with endurance, who made a landmark-

Refused to give up, like Barack Obama and Rosa Parks.

For, YOUR hope covers us like an umbrella,

The same comfort YOU gave Nelson Mandela.

During times of white hooded sheets and police,

WE thank YOU Lord for YOUR peace.

In your appointed and anointed one, Martin Luther King-

WE saw your insight, courage and light; WE saw everything.

Like Muhammad Ali, Jackie Robinson and Jessie Owens;

YOU brought us faith and patience, seen thru the eyes of great ones.

For the ones YOU instill with wisdom like Harriet Tubman,

WE give you all the praise, honor and glory…AMEN AMEN AMEN!

 

Sheyda Irani

 

 

 

Bring It- just not lemons.

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I will not be devoured.

By poisonous thoughts, old and new.

I will not collapse into a lifeless state of being;

By skeletons who call themselves, secrets.

I will not have a mental meltdown,

By the pressure found in me.

I will smash back death,

With every vulnerable cell, fueled by sugar.

With every pure thought devoured into darkness

I will spew out another one, and another…

Hoping they bind together in light, and manifest into fruit.

Anything but lemons.  No more lemons.

The One Question We All Should Ask Ourselves:

Before I make any decision, I always ask myself this-

“Am I making this out of love or fear?” 

This one question has prevented me from being polluted by this world.

It causes me to evaluate my intentions.

It offers me a direct pathway to abundance.

It provides me with a deeper understanding of the contents, in my heart.

For, fear leaves me feeling powerless.

And love-WoW! What can I say about love?

For, love leaves me feeling kind, confident, satisfied, protected, devoted:

Indeed, I feel positive!

Love inspires me to be better and better and better….

I AM, what I accept

 

I received an “Ahh-Hah” moment, as Oprah Winfrey would put it, the day I was on the phone with the insurance company.  I was pregnant with my youngest and the doctor encouraged me to get an insulin pump.  While, holding for the agent, I visualized the pump pressed against my abdomen, just how I saw it on T.V.  I had a few questions I wrote down for the agent, like what should I do while swimming? And the shower?  I was filled with excitement as I anticipated a life without pricking my fingers and poking my stomach with needles.  I couldn’t wait.  After a minute or two, the agent buzzed back in, “Thanks for holding Sheyda”, he said.  Kindly, I replied, “Yes, of course.”  What happened next, played a pivotal role in the way I viewed adversity.

I noticed the tone of the agent’s voice changed to disappointment, as he said, “Well, with insurance ma’am, the pump will cost five thousand dollars.”  He sighed.  First, I was shocked; then troubled.  And suddenly, I was outraged.  Money was holding me back, yet again, of living a life of ease and progress.  I blamed the insurance company for being crooked thieves.  Why was I paying three hundred forty-seven dollars a month, and where was it going?  I informed the agent that I couldn’t afford the pump, and hung up with bitterness.  Afterwards, I sat at my desk, feeling like “woe is me.”  I felt helpless.  But, I knew I was a warm-hearted woman who loved the Lord, and sowed many good seeds.  I prayed for calmness in my heart, mainly for the baby inside me.  Then, I asked myself this- would God desire for me to be without an insulin pump?  No, of course not.  Then, I began thinking, all the things I settled to be without.  Dental care for all of us had been obsolete.  Foundation issues in our house was deemed unsafe.  My son wanted to play baseball and my daughter wanted to dance.  I always wanted to eat organic fruits and vegetables, but just couldn’t.  Something, had to change.

I just knew, I had to evaluate myself because God is not poor and HE is the main source that supplies abundance; so, something wasn’t right.  Initially, my frustration came in part of the pump’s expense, not the diabetes.  I had accepted a diagnosis given to me by doctors.  And once I accepted diabetes as something I had to carry for life; I then owned everything about it.  Indeed, it was mine, all mine.  This included the expectation of all the limitations this disease carries, even the horrifying prognosis of amputations, blindness, failed kidneys- and yes, even death.  I am, what I accept!  So, basically speaking- I am an insulin-dependent diabetic because I accepted that I am, an insulin-dependent diabetic.

Moreover, I figured out that it’s not God withholding a life of freedom from me; it’s me.  I had forgotten about Matthew 8:17, ‘This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet Isaiah: “He took up our infirmities and bore our diseases.”  Thankfully, I don’t have to accept this disease because Jesus already paid the price.  I am free and no longer held captive by my limited beliefs.  I have acquired enough faith to receive the mighty blessing of healing.  In addition, to this faith, I need works.  Because, it says in James 2:17, “In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”  Healing will require my participation, meaning- a total life-change.  I was reminded of a quote from the famous Albert Einstein, who once said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”  Once, I change my eating habits in ways that’ll honor my body and God, I won’t have to take insulin anymore.  Amazingly, once I released the lies I acquired through life experiences and old beliefs, something inside me started to shift.

Truly, our experiences along the way are meant to guide us, into our destiny.  But how can we go further along our journey if we’re shackled, and there’s a veil covering the heart?  This veil has a power so strong that it will hide the spiritual truth of God’s sovereignty and HIS love for us.  It’s now time to remove the veil.  So, let us be humble and seek the Lord through our helplessness.  God will come to us, exactly where we are.  HE understands all and knows we’re confined by our infirmities.  Thankfully, through grace and mercy, we all have straight access to HIS throne; which provides a clear pathway to God and nothing is stopping us.  For, there’s no job, no addiction, no physical and mental limitations, no financial burdens can stop us.  Let’s take advantage of this opportunity given at this very moment- and be free.  It starts NOW!