AN INAPPROPRIATE TEXT

It was quite a while ago when this happened. I had merely met the man for drinks. I didn’t intend for it to be any more than a one time affair. The conversation we had over drinks led me to a quick conclusion. We were on two different paths. I think I may have given him a goodbye kiss but nothing more than that.

It was on a Sunday morning when I got the text. I was in church. Thank God on that morning I decided to watch my church service on my computer in my bedroom. The text was inappropriate. I texted back and told him I was in church. It didn’t seem to bother him but it ignited fury within my heart. Sunday is my day with God, furthermore I was in worship and to have this text come across my visual field was offensive.

Then God started infusing my mind with His wisdom. He reminded me of a verse which said that my body was His temple.

I Corinthians 6:19-20. “Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in y0u, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.”

Christ reigns within my heart and when men disrespect me with their sexual aggression it is an offense to God himself. It doesn’t matter if it happens when I am in church because according to God I carry church with me everywhere.

Over the past week it is apparent that the inability to treat women with respect crosses all lines in America. To be a Christ centered single mother and to have to endure the circus of insanity which is circling around Donald Trump is trying my last nerve. It is NOT okay to kiss, grab, or sexually assault a woman without their consent. It is NOT okay to sex text anyone that you barely know. Locker room banter is not appropriate if it demeans another person. Donald Trump is a bully and he does not treat women in a manner that is worthy of a Christian.

Donald Trump may have been blessed with an enormous amount of wealth but you can’t buy class and he has no class. I would rather be poor and have dignity than be enormously wealthy and act like a buffoon.

SCHEDULE

I usually work on a bit of a schedule. I am also almost always late but I kind of have a plan for each day when I wake up.

A couple of weekends ago I was in a fix in regards to my schedule. It was the last weekend that the pool was open in my neighborhood and I wanted to swim. There was one big problem with that idea. Clouds were in the sky and it looked like rain.  If there is any lightening within the sky the pool will close down. There have been many times when I have been shooed out of the pool on account of lightening.

So I kept looking out my bedroom window at the sky as I put my bathing suit on. I only had a short time in which to swim because I had plans to go to church with a guy friend of mine that evening. One minute I would look out it would be cloudy and the next minute sunny.

Finally I got a little put out and decided to bring the situation to God. I told God that I wanted to swim and I needed His cooperation. I had to have sunshine. I hadn’t swam much all summer and I wanted one last hurrah in the pool. Then I gathered my towel and made sure my goggles and swim cap were in the car and drove to the pool. I jumped in the pool and had the most delightful swim, something about it being the last swim of summer made it extra special.

After swimming close to a half of a mile, I got out, toweled off and went home, jumped in the shower and started to get ready for my church date. Then I happened to see my poor butterfly bush on my back patio. It was drooping. It needed some rain. I felt a twinge of guilt and got to praying again, now asking for rain and thanking him for the sunshine he had just given me so that I could swim. I kid you not, within 15 minutes there was a deluge of rain.

Okay but this rain was coming down in sheets and you know I had that church date planned with my guy friend. Right? He was supposed to be doing a reading in his church. I really wanted to go but the rain was a bit dangerous looking. So I texted him that if it continued I would stay at home. Soon after, the sun came out.

So I got in my car and drove to his church. He actually didn’t need to do the reading that day so we went out to dinner instead. I felt a bit guilty about not going to church but by this time I had totally given control to God so the guilt was soon abated.  We had a nice dinner and when I got home I realized that my butterfly bush could have used more rain so I asked God if he wouldn’t mind? The next day it rained all day.

I felt like such a spoiled brat that day but this isn’t the first time that God had changed the weather because of prayer nor will it be the last. I get so tickled when he does it on account of me. I think he is the most delightful Father ever and when he changes the weather because I have said a prayer I just get the giggles. Makes me want to crawl in His big lap and cover him with kisses and hugs. He is the delight of my heart, soul and mind. He is my Lord and King.

Leviticus 26:3  “If you follow my decrees and are careful to obey my commands, I will send you the seasonal rains.”

THE PARK

I saw her in the park a few months ago. She had moved back in with her parents. They were already taking care of her older son. Now she had another baby boy, with no father in the picture.

When I saw her in the park, I caught the look that crossed her face. It was just there for a fleeting moment. A look of despair and shame, as if I was judging her. I crossed the playground, and with each step, her face changed from a look of condemnation to one of joy.

I made small talk with her and asked her about her baby boy that was snuggled next to her chest. She lit up as we talked about her precious bundle of boy joy. I made sure I caught his name because I intended to bless him with some sleepers.

As I considered what I wanted to buy, I had a few thoughts from the devil wandering in my mind. “You know she hardly talks with you at all and her mother rarely even acknowledges you.  You don’t have enough money for yourself, what are you doing spending your money on a someone you barely know? She is probably a slut. I mean really… she is living with her parents and has two children. ”

All of these thoughts went through my mind but I didn’t listen to them. Instead I kept shopping for the little tyke. He was one of three baby boys I was planning to bless. Sometimes you just got to listen to who is in your heart and Jesus is in my heart. He does a pretty good job of having me ignore thoughts put in my mind by the devil.

I got all three boys some awesome sleepers at Target and gave this single mother her package.  She was very thankful and sent me the sweetest thank you note.

Yesterday my neighborhood had a garage sale. I walked over to talk with her and her mother during the sale. It was nice to chat with them. I sold a few things and then as I was loading things up to take them to Goodwill a thought occurred to me. Why not give all of my clothes to this single mother instead of Goodwill?

So I walked across the street and asked her if she would like my cast offs? She said, “Sure she would love to have them.”

She came over to my garage and we began to talk.  As she told me her story, she opened my heart to love, not condemnation. The reason why her older son was living with her parents was because the baby’s Dad was abusive. It eventually got so bad that she had to move in with her parents for the safety of herself and her baby. She is not in any way a slut, she is a mother who was smart enough to realize that abuse was not her fault.

When I think back to all of the horrible things the devil was trying to get me to believe about this young woman I am so thankful that God had another plan. I gave her the majority of my clothes that I didn’t sell.  It is such a wonderful feeling to help someone who is walking the same path you have walked.

I wonder if I had not walked the path of a single mother in my own life would I be as quick to love her?

This just highlights the amazing love that God has given us through the gift of His Son. Jesus was without sin, yet did not judge us for ours, instead He sacrificed His very life so that we could be forgiven.

I realize that I haven’t a clue how to love someone like that.