Resting in the hands of Almighty God

Last weekend, I held a ten pound infant in my arms. We were at a church event and all the kids were having a blast! There was laughter, food, games and music. Everyone was having a good time.

Holding this baby in my arms was an important task. I had to shield him and protect him from all hurt, harm and danger- seen and unseen. I even felt compelled to protect what we heard.

The music was blaring; yet, he wasn’t bothered. Not as nearly as much as me. I thought: his ear drums are like the size of peanuts, his lungs the size of tea bags and his brain, the size of an apricot. All I wanted at that moment, was to shield this precious new child from a secular world.

Today, I reminisce on this. God feels the same way about us. He’s holding us in His hands. Wanting to shield and protect us all from the ungodly contents of this world.

So, on this day Lord God, I thank you! I thank you for new grace and new mercy on this day. I thank you for covering me. I feel your mighty, compassionate hand on me. I pray this day be a day spent, that is pleasing in your sight. I pray for the opportunity to share your goodness, to uplift and encourage whosoever is in need of your word. For all that you’ve done for me, how could I ever repay you? I love you Jesus! I love you Holy Spirit! I love you Heavenly Father! In Jesus name, I pray, Amen.

I AM my own best friend.

I’m sure the rapper Ice Cube was referring his song: “Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself” in a different manner than what was revealed to me.  Nonetheless, this song title says what I know to be true.  I have to check my inside voice because she’s here to wreck havoc- she’s vile!  And dangerous.  And she kills confidence and dreams.  She disparages very hope I wish to have.  She’s uneducated- because she only has one train of thought.  She’s obnoxious and intrusive.  And she was apart of me.

I wondered why the advice I tell others is not the I tell myself.  My council to myself is so mean: “You need to do this.  You should do this.  You gotta be better- better- better…” But my advice to others, even new people I don’t know, is always uplifting and in love: “You can do it.  You’re awesome.  Trust the process.  You’re not perfect, no one is.  Be gentle and kind with yourself.”  It’s always words of hope, founded in the word of God.

I understand, many of the things that happen in my life are to build upon what I already have- it’s character-building at its finest.  God is in the character-building business.  Even though, I understand this process, I’d typically look at opportunities as something I may mess up.  So anxiety is there because perfection is there then I miss the lesson.  The opportunity is there to refine character.  And our inner voice should serve as a moral of support.  To help build something in us, that we usually don’t realize it needs to be built. When people say “Listen to your inner voice” that’s only effective if your inner voice serves you into your best self!

Therefore, it’s time to replace the criticizing voice with the sincere, motivating life coach. It’s time to cast out that disapproving, nitpicking, judgmental, faultfinding, unsympathetic, belittling voice inside.  And welcome the voice of stillness, kindness, gentleness, praising, accepting, love, sympathetic and understanding- my authentic voice!  My voice of innocence and wisdom that makes me faithful and true! 

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No Room for Distractions

Her focus is solely on the birth.

For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.

Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.

You have no room for distractions.”

She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-

Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.

Not all understand this drive to the extreme;

It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.

She is on a mission.

To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.

By Sheyda Irani

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.