tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72898635022901338482024-03-12T23:09:35.037-04:00Right here... Right NowThe Samaritan Woman said to her people: "Come and see the Man who told me all I ever did. Could He be the Christ?" (John 4:29). Likewise I tell you, Come with me and see the God who showed me all I was and what I could be in Him... I choose what I could be in Him. Its a struggle because I'm just a recovering sinner allowing Him to transform me daily, and trust me, it is going. Join me, as you comb through my Journey and consider allowing Him to show You all that You could be and more in HIM.Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-55385786153371466082015-10-23T22:42:00.002-04:002015-10-23T23:42:22.995-04:00Mbaya.You were so strong and so beautiful.<br />
Hips held high to the sky,<br />
Athena blushed with jealousy.<br />
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Smile so wide,<br />
heart so nice,<br />
life was full with you.<br />
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With you, was laughter<br />
and boldness and<br />
peace and wisdom.<br />
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With you was passion,<br />
and generosity and<br />
compassion.<br />
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If I am ever a quarter of the woman that you were, then I know I would have lived as I should.<br />
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I always knew,<br />
from the minute I learnt your name,<br />
that my daughter would be named after you...<br />
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Mbaya.<br />
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A beautiful ring to it.<br />
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A name with the force of the universe behind it.<br />
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You live forever kaka (grandma), though the earth is void of one more angel, the heavens have<br />
gained the star that shone brightly in our lives.<br />
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Love you.<br />
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<br />Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-30974170559011992882014-04-15T02:27:00.000-04:002014-04-15T02:27:05.033-04:00Impatience and Peace of Mind Part 2 So after judiciously trying to figure out my feelings and thoughts, I've finally decided to suck it up and share my current struggles with being patient and less worrisome. As most of you know, I am a researcher in training... this means I spend most of my days poking around in the lab doing experiments... what most people don't realize both people who go into research and those who look at it from the outside is how much of a training it is in both frustration management and patience. If you are not used to falling flat on your face or spending hours slaving for something with no result, then this may not be something you want to spend your life doing :) Over the past year and a half, I have been getting lessons in that - the art of striving and waiting and hoping with fingers crossed. However, as time has gone on, I've noticed that while I expect my experiments to take time... while I expect progress to come at a snail's pace... I don't expect that to happen in life situations.<br />
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I can give the perfect example of my relationship with catching the bus to lab in the mornings. Mind you, I live about a 20 minute walk away from my lab... and by bus, I am in lab in 3-4 mins. However, this short time is insufficient for me... apparently, at some point I must have started bargaining with myself that I should be able to "apparate" into lab *shout out to all my HP fans out there*. In short, I'd been getting to a point where once I flip from my bed, I suddenly want to translocate to lab and start my day, without a moment's delay such that any interruption with my mental plan flips my emotional state to that akin to an angry mother hen pissed at people disturbing her chicks. Anyways, let's just say, it was so bad that I was jumping in front of buses all in the name of attempting to be in lab early to start my day. To some it may just be a sign of punctuality, but knowing my heart and its signs - it was me being impatient. I mean, I could have just waited 10 more mins and avoided being scolded by the bus driver about jumping infront of his bus *yes guys, being a grad student is making me go rouge* This aside, and other patterns I have noticed just made me realize how much I need to just sit and breathe and remember to wait on God, just practice waiting... in something as simple as waiting for the bus. My friends, if I can't wait for a bus, I don't think my heart is really set then on waiting for other things. <br />
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So yes, I've come to the realization that my heart is roaring with impatience... so how do I battle that? I honestly wish I could tell you the answer or that I've been fighting it well enough. The good news about this as with other situations is that I'm not the one holding myself... but I am learning baby wobble at a time to fully depend on the God who calls things to be as though they are (Romans 4:17) :D So, my God who does things like that will teach this tautly worrisome heart to be patient... I've been reading Psalm 139:5-6 to myself for weeks:<br />
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Hoping in His word, in His truth... believing that the very words He says over me are true, resting in His irrefutable gift of life to me.<br />
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So join me, as I learn to just rest in the beauty of His love for me and you... It is hard, however, He gives us grace every step of the way :)<br />
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Love,<br />
Mwajim Al. <br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-130-6"></span></span>Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-22644645036303837082013-10-27T23:02:00.000-04:002013-10-27T23:02:06.035-04:00Acts of Faith: Home"Settle down, it'll all be clear<br />
Don't pay no mind to the demons<br />
They fill you with fear<br />
The trouble it might drag you down<br />
If you get lost, you can always be found" - Phillip Phillips, Home.<br />
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I first got these lyrics from a good friend of mine a few weeks ago... I was in the heat of preparing for my candidacy exams... and to say the least, during the whole process of exam preparation I was filled with <u><i><b>Fear</b></i></u>. I can't explain the feelings I had during that period... It was like attempting to pick out an item from the aisle and being so scared of reaching out to touch the item. It was like standing in front of the door to your house and not being able to go in... well, just because you were afraid. I had a few nights where I would randomly wake up and just stare... I think the reality of everything just hit me all at once... you know the saying: "Ish just got real"? Well, I suddenly saw the realness of it all. So real... like the skin on my flesh... like the ground I walk on... like the people I see.<br />
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And to be honest, I had never felt this way before. I would get my work done, and at the end of the day muse over numerous possibilities. It was like I was obsessed the idea that I wouldn't come out unscathed. I remember when my friend sent me the lyrics. I had just spent all day feeling defeated and out-of-place. I felt like I was in the wrong space and time... I can't remember the exact fearful thought that had just crossed my mind... I remembered praying and wishing away the fear all day when a text came in... the words that got me were... "I'm gonna make this place your home"...<br />
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Home.<br />
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Home.<br />
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Home.<br />
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There is no fear in a place that is your home. There is no doubt and ugly heads of failure in your home. There is only peace and love, and belonging... that warmth that emanates from security.<br />
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I can't say that the fear immediately dissipated... but I got comforted that: "[I am] not alone... and [I] would always be found."<br />
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I'm still navigating this long road on the way home.<br />
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p.s., I'm now a doctoral candidate y'all!!! <br /><br />
Help me praise God :D<br />
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<br />Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-33194911261856418082013-06-21T21:52:00.003-04:002013-06-21T21:53:48.135-04:00Acts of Faith: The going has been rough, and the tough keep going.Title says it all. It's funny, I re-read a letter I wrote to myself about 2 years ago, and it just helped me put it all into perspective all over again.<br />
*sigh* IT IS WELL :-)<br />
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Rahilla, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Abadi MT Condensed Light";"><span style="color: #351c75;"> Here
we are again at another overturn – five years later from when you first stepped
your foot at one of the most pivotal places in your life (and where you
succeeded and conquered might I add) – ready to step into the next phase of
your life. You are about to embark on one of the best and worst times of your
life… exciting and terrifying, engaging and isolating… rewarding, satisfactory
and yet with a lot of troughs. It will be hard, I won’t lie. There will be days
when you will lay in bed and cry and will want nothing else than to run, give
up and go home – but don’t. Hang in there a little bit longer and you will
conquer and be right where He wants you to be. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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we are again – drafting you a letter to keep you strong through the next five
years of your life. First things first, you need to remember these things:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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The letter for college still applies!!!***<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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such a time as this, for a reason and to accomplish a purpose. So honor Him in
all that you do. Be honest, remember to love and give of love freely, your
neighbor as yourself. And remember to love yourself as well. You must remain
alive to do His bidding.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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strive for quality. Be the best at what you do – in lab, with your colleagues,
in your studies and in your friendships. No one can ever lose from you giving
the best of yourself that your conscience can allow to them. Nothing can
detriment from your trying your best at finding the answer. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Forgive easily and let go even faster. You are flawed, people are flawed – and
inspite of it all, not everything is about you. You must remember that
trivialities and trifles in life exist, not everyone is out to get you and yet
no everyone will like you – regardless you must still move on. Live, Laugh,
Love. Remember if all else fails, He loves you inspite of you and forgives you
inspite of you, and hence you must forgive and let go inspite of circumstances.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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principles, your values, your beliefs and your instinct. The foundation and
core of yourself is what keeps you going. At the end of a hard bustling day of
life, you lay on the bed you make, and hence you must always live up to the
notions that will leave you in peace. There is no need to please others or live
out of fear of hurting others – you must remember to do what will leave you at
peace with yourself at the end of the day. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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owe all of this journey to – your Maker and the architect of your destiny. He
allows you your free will and the gift of enjoying the pleasure of pursing that
which gives you some fulfillment. Remember where you steam from – the Word of
the Almighty God, the One who smiles at you and covers you by the justification
of His Son’s blood.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Abadi MT Condensed Light";"><span style="color: #351c75;">Penciled by His Leading,<br />
Rahilla.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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P.S. So, how are you? Tell me below :-)<br />
<br />Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-39488431171964541492013-03-31T08:22:00.002-04:002013-03-31T08:24:54.859-04:00Re: Sweet Reminders of Easter, vs. 2013<br />
The <a href="http://mwajimal.blogspot.com/2012/04/sweet-reminders-of-easter-2012.html">reminders from 2012</a> are still relevant... what is funny that I'm still learning to apply all of that in my life...<br />
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... Galatians 5:1(NIV): <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><i><b>"<span style="background-color: #fffefd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;">It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery."</span></b></i></span><br />
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Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-10636752661690034912013-03-30T18:19:00.001-04:002013-03-30T18:19:46.166-04:00Happy EasterAdmist the distractions, the craziness and intertwining loops of life, I just wanted to say:<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M2QT24cfUWo" width="420"></iframe>Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-23467260090388067382013-02-13T19:58:00.002-05:002013-02-13T20:02:56.505-05:00A song and a beautiful post on Lent.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/grGE-prp6H4" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Click to read -> <a href="http://blog.emergingscholars.org/2013/02/shoot-christians-say-lent-and-ash-wednesday/">A Beautiful Post on Lent.</a></div>
Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-2899529593625910772013-01-27T22:00:00.001-05:002013-01-28T09:20:00.473-05:00Urbana 2012 #U12 Lessons: #1<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6056419967208058"></b>*long post alert*<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">21 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And he began to say to them, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing."</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 11pt;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Can I stand up and live out God’s good news in my local environment?</span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>And what of the crazy promises that this bold Man speaks to these people, that He claims is fulfilled in their lives on that very day??? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“To proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor...” … Sight to the blind, freedom to the captives, good news to the poor, the end of oppression? A lot of times, I’ve read this passage, as some story that happened long ago that can just possibly never happen again. But isn’t it happening now... and when it does, don't we chose to ascribe to chance or luck? Isn’t God still healing broken hearts? Isn’t He still setting the captives free? Are the poor in heart not still the getting good news?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It seems that the year of the Lord’s favor comes with an alteration. A covert operation from Christ that echos till this day, that His good news still rings sound and sure - He is our only hope, He is our total satisfaction, He is our God... our everything. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our acceptance of Him turns everything upside down, with a demand to trust that He is good and only wants our good!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="color: #a61c00; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What does this mean for me?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A whole lot of processing and a reassessment of my life. In what ways have I limited God’s work in my life? In what ways have I limited the power of the Holy Spirit in my life? God’s power is the same today as it was thousands of years ago... and all these disciples I read of in the Bible were human as I was - same flaws, same frailty, same fears... What’s different? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I think it’s my unwillingness to to give everything to Him, my unwillingness to lay everything down... to trust that He is who He says He is. He is not just a carpenter’s son that stood up to read a passage and went away at the wrath of His people. He is not just some figment of an imagination or some conjured conspiracy passed down through the centuries by some select old people that wanted to control the masses. He is real. As real as I am. As real as my typing fingers on this keyboard... As real as the light falling on your retina being transduced to neural signals and relayed to the rest of your brain. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And for me to accept His reality is for me to stop giving Him the boundaries that I think He ought to stay within in my life. He is a life-changer... a life-alterer... and I must continue to let Him be that... To continue to heal this broken heart... to continue to give good news to this poverty-stricken soul... to continue to free this oppressed life... and continue to give sight to these blind eyes...</span></div>
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Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-54776350445272215542013-01-17T21:48:00.002-05:002013-01-17T21:48:39.365-05:00the ones who know what good is.<b id="internal-source-marker_0.05921782040968537"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">determined to be the ones who don’t cave in...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the ones who defy the status quo...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">determined to be the ones with change in our eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">fire in our chest...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the elders, they got it wrong!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the old ones, they settled for less...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">letting the dream die... </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">letting their dreams die.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we are the ones with dreams we say,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we are the ones who can make a difference we chant.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Change starts with us.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No more of that old nay says and hay says and no action!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No more of that absolute power corrupts nonsense!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We are the generation that wants to see what good you are.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We are the generation that knows what good it all is.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we forgot that they were once young too...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and like us with dreams in their eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and fire in their chest...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">they swore they would be different.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we forget they were once young too</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but breaches of sand and bamboo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">came knocking at their door one day</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">until they could not ignore </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the clarion call...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day they will come knocking at our door too.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Question is, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">would we still be the ones who </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; 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I was at Intervarsity's Student Mission conference, Urbana, usually held every three years at St. Louis, MO. I spent the past couple of days, being convicted, learning, being challenged and encouraged about my current position and how I can view my faith and what I've been called into from this position :) I also got a few books, and a plethora of recommendation of books (it's almost impossible to go to a conference and not get books to read lol), lots of exchange of ideas, and fresh vision. I am sooooo soooo excited about the next level in living out my faith, being authentic about it, and just loving people more, loving God more... Whhhoooohooooo!!!<br />
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I just wanted to share some pages of my journal from the first two days at the conference... It's in my "chicken-stratch" handwriting. So please bare with me :)<br />
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Thanks, for reading! And happy new year!!!<br />
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p.s., <a href="http://mwajimal.blogspot.com/2010/12/adieu-and-hello.html">I don't make new year resolutions</a>... For me, 365 days just seem too short or long - take your pick, to work on change... change should be over the course of a lifetime :) (Or maybe i'm just lazy, who knows).<br />
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Stay beautiful people. I'll be back with more tid-bits soon enough.<br />
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Love,<br />
Mwajim Al.<br />
<br />Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-80797591646531877812012-12-25T21:19:00.000-05:002012-12-25T21:21:30.422-05:00Merry Christmas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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From me and the cutest dog in the world, that I 'dognapped' for this shot, we say to you: Merry Christmas, and not for just all the good food, and good company and the lazy wanderings of the day. We say Merry Christmas, for [God is with us] - Immanuel.<br />
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Remain Blessed,<br />
Mwajim Al. Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-49424410943171464522012-11-18T20:06:00.000-05:002012-11-18T22:20:00.792-05:00Dear Friends,<br />
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So I turned another year older today... (and next year will be the year that my age will stay frozen at till 2022 (a decade later) when I will then be a year older!) and I've been told that apparently, after 21 the years just stock up higher and intermingle and you just can't tell one birthday from the other - they all feel the same. However, I've not felt that way. It's been a few years since 21 and I still get giddy on the 18th of the eleventh month of every year... I still sit back and reflect on the past year - its presents, misfortunes and opportunities, and it feels different every time... I will never tire of this!?!? But, I may be wrong. Maybe age, time and brittle bones will get the best of me yet, but until then, I will keep the giddiness up.<br />
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To start off, this past year was... interesting in a very different way. For the first time, I've been more aware of my shortcomings and I don't mean those: "Oh, I need to stop this and that..." NO, more in a blinding: "You seriously need to work on keeping this up and that..." It's like I never had a year like this one, where I wanted to seriously be truly liberated into the contentment and liberty of finding what Christ has freed me into... It has been like having a tussling fight with my desires to either wallow in ingratitude and counting of losses or remember the good news that I am more than an overcomer both in this life and that to come. It was slow and painful and etched on for a while... but as in all things that we subject ourselves to, there has to come a time when we either look ourselves in the mirror or slap ourselves to sense, and say that: Enough is enough!<br />
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I got tired. Tired of looking at the glass half empty. I refuse. I refuse to look at the glass half empty. It is half full.<br />
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Correction - It is brimming full and overflowing with gratitude, thankfulness and praise. I am learning and continually learning to battle my feelings that attempt to sit with the tide and turnings of circumstances. The Psalmist (I love Psalms!!!) puts it perfectly:<br />
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, <span style="color: purple;">for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 43:5 (NIV)</span><br />
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So therefore, I will yet come with dancing and jubilating and praise for what God has done, what He is currently doing and what He will do in my life. He has already called me as though I already am all that He is calling me to be: Blessed, Redeemed, His daughter, an Overcomer and so much more... and I.... *breaks into smile* am so glad and delighted!<br />
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I pray that I continue to remember this, and live out my life in full realization of these facts.<br />
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So yay! Happy Birthday to me :) 2 dozen years on this earth and still so much more to be done. I can only ask for continued grace and strength to truly love Him and love people as He has called me to do!<br />
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Have yourself a fantastic week filled with lots of love and thanksgiving! Gobble up people. xoxo.<br />
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Love,<br />
Mwajim Al.<br />
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<br />Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-33092034988372532692012-11-02T02:02:00.000-04:002012-11-02T02:02:06.713-04:00The Girl Who Forgives and Moves on...Apparently, forgiveness is more than just ushering it from your lips, and praying it in. It's more than just saying you've forgiven the person and next thing shanking them in your heart... <i>the heart</i>... Apparently, forgiveness is letting go and moving on from the heart... <i>the heart. </i><div>
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I've known that theoretically. It's like math: 1 + 1 = 2 - someone hurts you, you forgive them. <i>You just let go.</i> But for me, letting go means I profess with my lips and imagine 1001 ways to serve revenge cold. But of course, God must be looking out for them because <strike>I'm a wuss</strike> I never get the opportunity.</div>
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So here I am, sitting and listening to people talk to me about forgiveness and my mind is going: "yadda yadda yadda... same old kapeesh"... until they bring up the <i>heart: the seed and harbor of all intentions. </i></div>
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I mean if I backed up for one second and reviewed what I honestly wished for people I've been harboring in my heart: </div>
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1) Would it be good intentions? <b>Nope. </b></div>
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2) Have I or have I not imagined scenarios and rehearsed (emphasis on rehearsed) where they beg on their knees for my forgiveness? <b>Yup.</b> </div>
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3) Have I passively aggressively played good nice wonderful girl, freely giving out my "<i>forgiveness"</i> readily without their asking knowing well I would pine in anger and retribution? <b>Absolutely. </b></div>
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And Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been claiming for years that I easily forgive... that I easily let go (adjusts halo) and still, the intentions of my heart portray a different light. </div>
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The people talking to me on this occasion went on to say different things: "We need to forgive so that God forgives us...", "We forgive just as Christ forgave us..." etc etc... Still yap to my ears... It should have clicked earlier... I know... If I claim to be in absolute awe of the Almighty One, the thought of my sins being forgiven as I forgive others should have me running to my heart's armed safe, beaming it with laser rays and releasing whosoever I hold in... It didn't click yet. What clicked was that: "Whoever hurt you is just like you, hurting in some way or the other..." Whether they hurt you intentionally or not... whether this offensive act that hurts you was big or small... <i>That's just it</i>... <i>they're human too.</i></div>
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And there it is folks. Somehow I think letting go from <i>the heart </i>suddenly made sense... I know, I know. (<i>I shouldn't hold people on some weird abstract playing field, where I expect them to do no wrong).</i> I should know this stuff. Or it seems I should have. But at that instant in time, it just made perfect sense. Lip profession. Act forgiving. None of that matters if I can't let my heart rest in the solace of just letting go and moving on...</div>
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I think this has been a long time coming... and for the first time today... reviewing stuff from this year... I realized that in a weird way... I'm becoming this girl who <i>actually is </i>letting go and moving on (for real this time guys, no daggers in heart). I know I write about this on here often enough that one would have thought: "Whatever it is, just suck it up... it's life, it's unfair..." But that's just the thing... that doesn't cut it for me. I can't just suck it up... I can't just view it as life. Well, one could then say: "Well, did you come up with answers that help you cope or deal?" Honestly... No! And i don't think that will ever happen. Not on this side of heaven.</div>
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What is happening every day however is <i>the decluttering of this heart</i>. I know - it's my copyrighted term. </div>
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More room for love - because I need it. <i>Disclaimer: Love from Jesus.</i></div>
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More room for peace - because i'm a volatile belle.</div>
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More room for joy - because I have to overflow some more.</div>
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More room for truth - because it's all there is to live for.</div>
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More room for His goodness - because nothing else can stay. <i>Nothing else. Nothing.</i></div>
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<i>Phew.</i></div>
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That's a nice load off my chest. </div>
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And so onto more positives.</div>
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You. I know it's easy to believe you've forgiven. Your words say it. You act it. You've cut them out, or still let them in - whichever the case. What else could there be to forgive? But that's just half of the story. In your times of frustration and road blocks, they take the mental heat from you... they take all the leashed arrows... But the truth is, honestly, you're the one taking the leashed arrows. Like a monk sworn to silence, your promise eats you up. You're the one to set free, not them. You're the one who needs to show mercy... not to them, but to you. So, look inside you... your heart, muscle and blood, beating in chest and with one deep sigh and breath just release yourself... you deserve better. Better than broken promises of a past life. Better than lost memories of an frozen childhood. Better than shards of a memorabilia... You deserve space for the beauty and fullness that Christ came to free you into. It takes time, I know... just crawl, drag, run, sprint, walk (forward of course)... whatever you have to do... <i><u>just don't stay stuck.</u></i> </div>
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And then, we can say this in harmony when we've fully forgiven, fully moved on, strengthened that the best days are happening now in His arms: </div>
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<span class="text Isa-61-10" id="en-NIV-18854" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><sup class="versenum" style="display: block; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; left: -4.8em; position: absolute; vertical-align: top;">10 </sup><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I delight greatly in the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>;</i></span></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-61-10" style="position: relative;">my soul rejoices<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-18854AE" title="See cross-reference AE">AE</a>)"></sup> in my God.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-61-10" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">For he has clothed me with garments of salvation</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-61-10" style="position: relative;">and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness,<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-18854AF" title="See cross-reference AF">AF</a>)"></sup></span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-61-10" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">as a bridegroom adorns his head<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-18854AG" title="See cross-reference AG">AG</a>)"></sup> like a priest,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-61-10" style="position: relative;">and as a bride<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-18854AH" title="See cross-reference AH">AH</a>)"></sup> adorns herself with her jewels.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-61-11" id="en-NIV-18855" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><sup class="versenum" style="display: block; font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; left: -4.8em; position: absolute; vertical-align: top;">11 </sup>For as the soil makes the sprout come up</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">and a garden<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-18855AI" title="See cross-reference AI">AI</a>)"></sup> causes seeds to grow,</span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">so the Sovereign <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> will make righteousness<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-18855AJ" title="See cross-reference AJ">AJ</a>)"></sup></span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">and praise spring up before all nations.</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">Isaiah 61: 10-11 (NIV)</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">Have yourself a delightful weekend! </span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">And, may this month be one of your best months yet :D </span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">Love,</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-61-11" style="position: relative;">Mwajim Al. </span></span></i></span></div>
Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-65409895778856718802012-09-30T23:03:00.000-04:002012-09-30T23:08:29.115-04:00Finding God in the... [What]?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
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I've gone through a rush of varying emotions which ranged from a peak of elated
joy and happiness - you know, the kind you think will just never end, as though
you will never ever come down from such a high; to a trough of despair and
confusion - the kind where you think you are in the wrong place and maybe for
the wrong reasons. The trough was mostly me freaking out about my lack of time
for myself and slowly coming to the realization that I've chosen a line of training that of course demands time and all of myself and more time and more of me than
I would have liked to imagine. It's one thing to have thought of it abstractly
and another thing when your feet are drenched in it. However, as I sat in that
state, I made a mental note to have personal goals to accomplish through the
week, and amongst that was upping my G-time, <i>literally that is how it's
written in my journal </i> (personal time with God). In the midst of
my busyness, I've found that it's easy to spend 10-11 hours of my day in lab
or wherever your place might be and forget that there is a Sustainer that webs
the galaxies for His purpose... bends stars at His will and loves me so
passionately to die in my place... it's easy to forget that. In upping my
G-time, I was scavenging through Jeremiah, trying to feed off His breath of
words to my "supposed" trough. A couple of days ago, I came across
this: <i><span style="color: blue;"> <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"> </span></i><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">4</span></i></b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"> This is
what the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, says to all those I
carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: </span></i><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">5</span></i></b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"> "Build
houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. </span></i><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">6</span></i></b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"> Marry and
have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in
marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number
there; do not decrease. </span></i><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">7</span></i></b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"> Also,
seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into
exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will
prosper." Jeremiah 29 (NIV)<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">So here are the Israelites in Babylon, carried away by King
Nebuchadnezzar, against their will. I can't even begin to imagine what that
must have been like - in the midst of so much confusion, despair and regret,
they were probably expecting to hear a word that God would send a deliverer to
propel them out of captivity. But instead, they hear the opposite. They are
instructed to: "Increase in number; do not decrease". I was
challenged by that verse. For some reason or the other, I have often found
myself standing at a cliff-hanger… almost like I think I’m in an intermediate
state waiting for something big to happen. I neglect the fact that the big is
happening now, like right now as I speak, walk, sleep, eat, talk, write… the
big is now! In my present state, I must find satisfaction and contentment in my
territory. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Note to self: I must increase.
Yes, I am blessed where I am. Even in my lack... even in what I don't have... I
must still increase. They were instructed to also pray for the city that they
were in, because if it prospers, they too would prosper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Note to self: If your lab
prospers, you too will prosper. I don't even need to tell you what I started
doing next. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">The next verse that came to me as
I considered things in my trough was Esther. Remember her? A girl who during
the exile of Israelites and the reign of the King of Persia, although an
Israelite, became Queen in a foreign land. A classic syndrome case of: from
grass to grace. My favorite line from that story is what her Uncle tells her
when he comes to her for help due to the verdict that was out that all Jews
should be killed. He said to her: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mordecai told them to reply to Esther, “Do not think to yourself that in the
king's palace you will escape any more than all the other Jews. For if you keep
silent at this time, relief and deliverance will rise for the Jews from another
place, but you and your father's house will perish. And who knows whether you
have not come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” (Esther 4:12-14 ESV)<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Esther
was brave enough to move from victim to victor. She was challenged to realize
that part of her bottom-line was happening now… not later. Not tomorrow or in a
few years… but now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #326500; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Note to self: I was born for such a time as this. My life, my
timeline... everything has been leading me to a bottom-line. Where I currently
am is part of my bottom line. Never mind the sweat. Never mind the tiredness.
Never mind the lack. Never mind the things I covet. All of my life has been
leading towards this... and even beyond what I had ever imagined.<b><i><u style="text-underline: #241066;"><span style="color: #241066;"> I was born for such
a time as this!</span></u><span style="color: #241066;"> </span></i></b><i><span style="color: #326500;"> </span></i></span><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Now my next job is
sitting back and basking in that for… the rest of my life. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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or downtime,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Abundance or
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Whichever the
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Have a splendous week of ecstatic
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<!--EndFragment--></span>Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-45076579531783858202012-09-07T08:26:00.005-04:002012-09-07T08:26:50.056-04:00Sharing 11<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"><span class="verse Eph_1_15 Eph_1_16 Eph_1_17 Eph_1_18 Eph_1_19 selected" style="-webkit-background-clip: padding; background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: white; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-left-radius: 4px; border-top-right-radius: 4px; border-top-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68) !important; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> That's why, when I heard of the solid trust you have in the Master Jesus and your outpouring of love to all the followers of Jesus, I couldn't stop thanking God for you—every time I prayed, I'd think of you and give thanks. But I do more than thank. I ask—ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory—</span><u><span class="verse Eph_1_15 Eph_1_16 Eph_1_17 Eph_1_18 Eph_1_19 selected" style="-webkit-background-clip: padding; background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: white; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-left-radius: 4px; border-top-right-radius: 4px; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do,</span></span><span class="verse Eph_1_15 Eph_1_16 Eph_1_17 Eph_1_18 Eph_1_19 selected" style="-webkit-background-clip: padding; background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-left-radius: 4px; border-top-right-radius: 4px; border-top-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68) !important; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> <i style="background-color: white;">grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">—</span></span><span class="verse Eph_1_15 Eph_1_16 Eph_1_17 Eph_1_18 Eph_1_19 selected" style="-webkit-background-clip: padding; background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: orange; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-left-radius: 4px; border-top-right-radius: 4px; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><i>endless energy, boundless strength!</i></b></span></span></u></span><br />
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So far, it's been a year and a few months into graduate school. I'm currently a second year whhhooohoooo!!! It's funny because I can hardly believe that it has gone by so fast. It feels just like yesterday when I was on here asking you all to keep me in your prayers through the application process... or rather, me ranting about how I need to keep focus on Him through this process. Through it all, while I now can't imagine not doing what I currently do, I also find myself in a place where I want to frivolously plan for the next step.... Mind you, I won't be finishing up with where I currently am for at least the next three years... so where on earth am I rushing to?<br />
*breathe*<br />
I've had to <b>re-learn</b> the art of sitting still all over <a href="http://mwajimal.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-where-i-want-you-to-be.html">again</a>.<br />
Sitting still. In contentment. Glad with where I am. Re-trusting that there is a purpose associated with where I am. There is a plan, a Master Orchestrator directs my path. The rest of it is having confidence in that.<br />
Pretty hard, and all because I forget. The Psalmist in Chapter 103 had to write the benefits of who God is to him to remember that indeed, He can sit still wherever he is. The hardest has been learning to strike the right balance between becoming consumed with what I want to do in the future vs living in the present tentacles of where I am. It's good to plan, I know. But, it's also bad to live in the plans of tomorrow... I'm a dreamer who feeds on the possibilities of tomorrow... learning to live in the present is coming at extraneous costs of mind re-training. I'm getting there.<br />
In learning to live in contentment, I've also realized that it is so easy to get stuck in the rut of<br />
daily duties. You could be a 9 to 5 worker, a stay-at-home mom, or a student, and no matter the amount of excitement you had in the beginning, there comes a time when you just go through the moments. There comes a time when you just get into the automated drive of existing through the tasks... Painfully mundane. And then of course, there is the occasional burst of rejuvenated strength... that is if you pinch in church/TEDtalks/[insert your source of inspiration] on the regular... You know what I'm talking about - you just had a crappy week, you to to church and BAM! You feel the word is directed right at you and you feel that you can face the week with all the might in the world. But then Monday morning, you see your pile of work papers and to do lists, and all of Sunday's fever is gone. That's just the thing - the feelings. The fact that we can live though the mundane things exponentially as overcomers is a fact and not an occasional feeling we fester off the pulpit on Sundays. Even if I spend the rest of the days of my life doing some menial task every single second, it is still worth it to approach it as though as my life depended on it, rather than merely trying to get through the task just because it <i>has</i> to get done... In a way, this realization is part of me learning to live larger than life... living larger than myself... and into living abundantly as I'm called to. I've been freed into a life of abundant liberty rather than mundane get-bys.<br />
My second realization from the past couple of weeks has also come in the form of how I relate to others. I found that I have a thing for "seeing" service in other people... but not in me. How do I use my most precious preserved gift to serve other people? For you, it may be money or belongings... for me it's time, and money. While I won't write about the money aspect on here or (now?), I will expound on the issue of time. Because I'm a self-proclaimed recovering introvert, time is probably my most treasured gift... and probably most selfishly used. I've been challenged over the past couple of weeks in sharing my time, not just with other people but also in things that I should be doing for me outside my professional goals. To that note, there are two service-related projects I will be planning to work on by the end of the year, and when it is all in fruition, I would love to share it with you all :)<br />
I guess my request is to ask you to keep me accountable and ask me in a couple of weeks about how the project(s) is going!<br />
Here is to living rather than mere existence!!!<br />
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Have a great labor day weekend and remember to smile back, HE is already smiling your way :D<br />
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OH and P.S., this is totally random, but I just realized why heartbreaks hurt so much... it's the absence of the crazy state of elation you once lived in! I know this is totally random as I don't discuss matters of the heart on here, but yes, bask with me in this moment of realization lol.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As I had written in the previous post, I'd grown up knowing the commandment of loving your neighbor as yourself... and needless to say, I focused a lot on the first part. And I can safely say, I adhered to it to a stifling level. I never understood what one of my Aunts meant when I was a teenager, but she once said I was a "Yes" person. And that reflected in my relationships. Once I let someone get close - my time... my money... my everything in fact, you could have it. I would keep my opinions to myself to not hurt you... If you needed me to go cross a river to get you something and I could, I would... mostly I would. To me, my idea of loving people was inconveniencing myself. In it of itself, without considering my intentions, that would be considered loving my neighbor... but what about me? My idea was to get you to like me no matter the cost. Maybe if I inconvenienced myself enough, you'd notice that I was walking barefoot in the scorching sun for you... I didn't realize that if I walked barefoot long enough I would burn myself and not get to walk at all. Ironic. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; line-height: 21px;"><i> On this continual journey of learning who I am, I'm already more than a conqueror! I think that is the most awesome piece in a stream of messages I've relearnt over the past year. If I am more than a conqueror, that would mean that I am not only confident in who I am, but also whose I am. In the things I do, I'd exude that reminder, that knowledge... and that is so powerful that it translates into my dealings with people. Because I am more than a conqueror, I can confidently do all the loving I am blessed to do. Not because I need that affirmation or approval. I do it because I am already blessed and crazily loved. People who are loved, can't help but love back in return. They can't help it but extend that love to others. It's like when you come across a couple. I'm not talking about a couple engaged in their consumptive and needy selfish love, but one that just for the sake of all that is good and whole, they just love each other. Whenever you meet such a couple, you can't help but feel warmed at heart, and included. You don't leave their presence feeling like: "Oh gawd, where is my Boaz?" You leave feeling rejuvenated... like wow! (Lol, I'm so excited, I just want you to get the picture of what I'm trying to convey). That is what it feels like in the presence of someone who is self-assured on who they are. I feel that people can't help but get that vibe from you once you resign yourself to self-acceptance and self-love. You just can't help but love people back. I clearly haven't gotten there yet. It's like something my friend D once said to me - She said she hopes to be someone that she looks up to one day. She'd want to be the person she admires. I love that statement. And it is something I think everyone should aspire to. You end up loving and building yourself to be the best you can possibly be - all that untapped potential can't possibly go to waste. We are just too precious and awesome as individuals to spend our days in envy or self-loathing. You are awesome, you are wonderful, you are beautiful/handsome, and just too good and immensely loved. </i></span></span></div>
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that I knew where to begin,<br />
the genesis of my gratitude...<br />
It would be like telling you<br />
I knew what particle of sand<br />
you moulded Adam from.<br />
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If I told you<br />
I could begin<br />
to count the stars<br />
you use to brighten my day...<br />
Nay, brighten my life,<br />
It would like claiming<br />
I know the extent of your grace.<br />
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Your grace.<br />
Your mercies.<br />
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I'm drowning in it.<br />
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And I couldn't even want a lifesaver jacket...Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-42561259777743284912012-06-26T07:34:00.000-04:002012-06-26T07:36:37.390-04:00Sharing 10<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Colossians 1:15-23 (The Message) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br /></i></span>Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-69629116489867879342012-06-17T20:42:00.002-04:002012-06-17T20:58:18.278-04:00Acts of Faith: On Friends and Fathers!<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I've always been someone surrounded by friends... not acquaintances that I casually know... or 'fillers' to talk to... I mean actual friends that I can connect with... people that I can talk to about what is really on my heart and they instantly light up and say: "Hey! I know EXACTLY what you are talking about'. And I want to believe that this is the same for everyone... I mean everyone does have a friend or two that understands when they lay bare their troubles right? I know I'm wrong to say/assume that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I'm also wrong to take the fact that I have some awesome individuals in my life for granted. I've never been a social butterfly... While I do have bursts of 'outgoing energy' during which I can fluter around and say things that may or may not matter to me, I've always and will always be the "I-want-to-sit-and-talk-to-you-over-a-cup-of-tea" kind of gal. And because I've had some awesome people in my life... some from high school... and currently, most from college... I think somehow I just always assumed everywhere I moved to, I would always meet an awesome bunch of people... or that I would instantly connect with other people... HA! Naivety... I know! I think the past year has taught me, quite solidly, that you hold onto old friends as they are part of your bedrock... even when you wean in with new friends. Maybe it was part of the process of graduating from college, but my first year of graduate school saw me missing my friends... a lot. I saw myself comparing new relationships to old ones... and looking for the same connection I had with my old friends in new ones... and honestly... it was lonely. Nothing as lonely as chasing an old vision. I went on in this repetitive cycle for a while... and then it hit me... I do have friends with the right connection that I am looking for... why try to fix something that isn't broken? I know this may sound obvious to many out there, but for me, it was a lesson in the making. I already had people that understood my qualms and my weird ways and quite frankly even if they thought was absurd, still accept me the way I am. *Exhale*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <span style="color: #38761d;"> So in a way, this is a thank you post... to friends especially old ones who are still in my life. I'm not one for cliches as they irk me... (seriously, if you want to hit a button of mine, tell me a cliche phrase... I'll do something mean to you in my mind's eye lol) but here goes... as the cliched saying goes by Bernard Baruch: <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;"> "</span><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.24;">Those</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;">who mind don't</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;"> </span><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.24;">matter</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;">, and</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;"> </span><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.24;">those</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.24;">who matter don't mind". </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 1.24;">I know there is also another saying that no one is </span><span style="line-height: 19px;">indispensable</span><span style="line-height: 1.24;">, but it is crazy to think that people are replaceable. You may replace a role someone played in your life, but you can never replace that exact bond you shared with them... So in my efforts to navigate life socially, I've learnt the hard way that I do have awesome people in my life that play important roles, and that these friendships need to be continually fostered.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.24;"> Therefore... a toast! To friends past and present with whom I share an irreplaceable bond - I pray it goes on till death do us apart. To friends whom I've fallen out with, lost touch with or just fallen to the way side... we may or may not miss each other... and it is okay - if we need to be in each other's lives again, it'll happen. To future friends or those currently </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.24;">in the process of bond formation... I hope it turns out to be true friendship that lasts for a while. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.24;"> On another note, Happy Father's day! Sadly, I'm not physically in the same location as my Dad this year :( I've been blessed with an amazing father that has encouraged me to be me, dream big and live larger than life... and I'll be forever grateful for that. </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.24;">One lesson I've learnt from the relationship with my Dad is realizing that I'm loved by him, and the rest of family - dearly. Knowing you are loved as an individual goes a long way in giving you a sense of completion... and in one way or the other, even when I forget, at the back of my mind is that lingering reminder is that I'm too blessed to be stressed (Yup, another cliched saying... imagine!). I'm beginning to realize that the relationship/perception of relationship I've had with my father has gone a long way in defining my perception of self and worth in the eyes of other people. I would like to believe the same applies for everyone... but hey, what do I know? While the prior statement I've made is true to an extent in a general sense, I also know that there are orphaned individuals out there or people from broken homes or those without a good father relationship... and despite that, they still have a great sense of self and worth. I truly admire those individuals, because they are the true troopers. That also goes to say that other people can also play the role of feeding you with a great sense of self and worth apart from your biological father and that is as legitimate as it gets as well. So I am aware that it is possible to not have a great father figure, and still turn out great! Regardless, the above is the lesson that I've learnt over the past couple of years. My dad treats me like I'm worth it... being treated like I'm worth it has led me to know and realize that I am worth it... therefore, by default, non-</span><span style="line-height: 19px;">compiling</span><span style="line-height: 1.24;"> individuals and situations get shown the turn around :D </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.24;">In conclusion, a toast to all the fathers out there - past, present and future! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.24;">And a toast to the Papa Father of all - God! Because, let's be real, everyone has a Father whether they realize it or not, and He is all around us.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.24;">Have a </span><span style="line-height: 19px;">splendrous, and awesome week of joyfulness ahead of you!</span><span style="line-height: 1.24;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span>Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-67968872898827562472012-05-29T11:41:00.000-04:002012-05-30T18:32:05.605-04:00Self-Esteem Series 3: Even if you've been mistreated and abused, YOU are still worth it!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">My dear friends - D, A and I will be sharing our wonderful stories through the next couple of weeks of moments in times when we were pretty low and how He came through to remind us of truths that are solid irrespective of how we feel. I hope you read and enjoy and come back each week through the next week or so to share in our testimonies.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;">Please sit back and enjoy the third installment of the series from my dear friend A. She writes the story of a dear friend of hers who has been through a lot, and regardless still upholds her self-worth. It must have been our sophomore year of college when I first heard this story from A... and I remembered thinking to myself that I would been a shell of a person if I were in her shoes. I know abuse is a rampant phenomenon that happens in households especial</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic;">y to young children. It is something that we would rather dust under our carpets than admit it to the whole world... I've admired Misty so much because the strength and sacrifice it takes to say this makes people realize that if this kind of past circumstance is hiding under their carpet, then they aren't alone... and not only that, but speaking up is one of the ways we can help prevent the cycle from continuing. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic;">You can catch A at her wonderful blog: <a href="http://bimpeoyewo-whatreallymatters.blogspot.com/">http://bimpeoyewo-whatreallymatters.blogspot.com/</a></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #674ea7; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic;">She is a champion of social justice which warms my heart so much, you should check her out and join in her efforts as well :)</span><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7331115864217281" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The Misty Story</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is a name everyone at some point has heard me mention and if you are one of the few that have not heard the name well then today you will. She’s such an inspiration and an example of someone who took her struggles and hardships and turned it into an opportunity to make a difference. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can still remember that day vividly my life changed. It was a shocking day and I literally had to fight the tears from coming down my eyes. It was an 8a.m. Gender Women Studies class and I struggled to get out of bed to make it on time for class. We had been talking about rape and sexual assaults all week in class so I surprised when I saw Misty coming into my class. She was a good friend sorry I meant to say a great friend and more importantly a beautiful person. She came in with her husband who sat in front to encourage and support her as she spoke.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She started to narrate her story of how when she was young her mom brought people to come and rape her and her siblings. This went on for a while until authorities found out and removed her and her siblings from the home. She was taken and placed in a foster home were she continued to be mentally and sexually abused again. One of the boys in the home sexually abused her as well and even though she reported this to her social worker, nothing was done. So she remained in this abusive environment until she got lucky and finally got adopted. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She did not allow all this to break her or shape how she felt about herself. Most people would have been ashamed and insecure instead she chose to speak up against rape and the injustices that are associated with rape charges. Not caring whether this put a label on her, all she cared about was that people were talking about it. In her words “people don’t talk about rape until it happens to someone close to them” but by then the damage is already done. There she was openly telling us about a past that most people would do anything to cover up. She was bravely sharing in the hope of helping someone who was or has gone through something similar and bringing to light a human rights issue that society has done little to prevent from occurring and shys away from talking about.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When Rahilla told me that she wanted me to contribute to her self esteem series I was honored and very excited but for the first time I struggled with what to write. And then it suddenly occurred to me that Misty’s story is a perfect example of someone who according to society should have a low self esteem and self worth. Someone that should be depressed and hate all men but instead she is a strong woman, an amazing wife and an exceptional mother who inspires me to be a better person. Reminding me that beauty is skin deep and that confidence comes from within especially when you know who you are. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> She has shown me that no matter what society views as beautiful, we are all beautiful whether we are fat, slim, short, tall, white, and black. A person can use the hardest times in their lives to help others and bring about change like she is doing. Today Misty works as a Victim Advocate, at the District Attorney's Office helping people to overcome things similar to that she has been through.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You can meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you and then you meet one person and your life is changed forever. That’s exactly what she did. Misty’s strength, courage, fearlessness and big heart during her adversity is very inspiring. I think there is so much one can learn from her story.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Self worth comes from within. You have to make a conscious effort to accept who you are and be happy/comfortable with the person you are. Yes people may put you down but when you have a strong sense of who you are, it would not matter what they say or think. Nobody can make you feel little about yourself unless you give them the power to. You are a beautiful and as long as you believe that, it doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You can follow me on: <a href="http://bimpeoyewo-whatreallymatters.blogspot.com/">http://bimpeoyewo-whatreallymatters.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love Always,</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy’s lil girl (Mbang) </span></b></div>
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An unexpected and sweet reminder:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Though the fig tree should not blossom,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>nor fruit be on the vines,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>the produce of the olive fail</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>and the fields yield no food,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>the flock be cut off from the fold</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>and there be no herd in the stalls,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">yet I will rejoice in the LORD;</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I will take joy in the God of my salvation.</span></i><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">GOD, the Lord, is my strength;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>he makes my feet like the deer's;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>he makes me tread on my high places.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.<br />
(Habakkuk 3:17-19 ESV)<br />
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Have a wonderful week of sweet wanderings!!!Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-62223965284980970842012-04-06T18:41:00.000-04:002012-04-06T18:44:42.937-04:00Sweet Reminders of Easter 2012<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As we go about our numerous wanderings during this dichotomous weekend of solemn reflection and wildly estatic celebrations, I am quietly reminded of two things:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> 1. I worship a God that would rather die that spend eternity without me.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> 2. I am free. Liberated and earth-shatteringly free. Free to receive this love. And free to love in return. Free from shame. And bought from guilt.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I am freed and loved.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>And so are you.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>This God is crazy about us. </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Won't you come sit with me and enjoy these reminders as well?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Have a festive Easter and remember this:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>John 15: 13 (NIV): </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>"Greater Love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."</i></span><br />
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<br />Mwajim Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144148003491425276noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289863502290133848.post-62922148744544103142012-03-12T23:43:00.005-04:002012-03-12T23:46:51.644-04:00Self-Esteem Series 2: You, yes You - You are good.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br /></span></span><br />
<i><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My dear friends - D, M, A and I will be sharing our wonderful stories through the next couple of weeks of moments in times when we were pretty low and how He came through to remind us of truths that are solid irrespective of how we feel. I hope you read and enjoy and come back each week through the month of March to share in our testimonies.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"><i>You can catch the first installment of the series <a href="http://mwajimal.blogspot.com/2012/03/self-esteem-series-1-in-beginning.html">here</a></i></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;">Please sit back and enjoy the second installment of the series from my dear friend D. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span> <i><u>My Ash Wednesday, 2012</u></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Today, my day began with the best intentions in the world.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I was joyful and happy to be alive. I made my to do list in my head which included fasting through the day with a 30 min prayer before I head out, catch my bus, be a bomb at work and then get to church at seven. Oh and let's not forget, read "Grace for the good girl" during intermissions of the day (awesome book y'all should read it).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Anyways, first of all, I was late for my 30 min prayer and had to bold out of the door to catch my bus. No biggie right, i'll just pray on the bus, which I did. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Work: the experiment starts fine (I am a researcher by the way) and my fasting could not go any better. First experiment - raging success, I pat myself on the back, high five the Holy Spirit and continue to the next one. I'm</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> on fire. Then, my supervisor confirms that my previous experiment, similar to the one I am in the process of up was a raging success: "We got AWESOME data, Keep the good work going" She says... My self esteem is up a 1000X. God loves me and the birds and the bees all chirp and buzz in my favor!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Ten minutes before the end of the experiment, the machine froze. This machine never freezes!!! It is almost 6:30p.m., the bus will leave and I will miss church. What is even more heartbreaking is that my experiment might be compromised. 10 minutes later and with a defeated attitude, I exit work. "Let me get a honey bun to break my fast" I thought to myself (I have been craving a honey bun all day). The vending machine did have a honey bun. But it was behind an apple dutch whatever and in order to get I would have to pay twice. I only had a dollar. I settled for some fruit snack instead (me not remembering the name tells you how annoyed I was). Everything had gone wrong. My plans thwarted.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> While walking to my bus stop it occurs to me that God is still God and I am still his servant. How does my day relate to self esteem? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Well, I started the day full of myself but in the end I was emptied of me. And did I tell you I had to go through the day with a gaping hole on my shirt?!?!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I had the expectation of my supervisor, of the world around me and most of all, my self-imposed expectations to satisfy. But when did I ever consider the expectations of God which are to lay my burdens, these expectations of the world, at His cross and to rest?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"> Our self esteem is shaped as Newton's third law, every force has an equal and opposite reaction. The world tells us we are not good enough, but God tell us "I died for you". The world says you have a gaping hole in your shirt, God says "I have made you in my image and I said you are good." The world said you couldn't even meet your own expectation, God says "Stop expecting and start living in me."</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> In God our needs are met, so why do we keep on expecting what we already have? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">We are beautiful because we were made in His image.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> If you say that you are ugly then you are insulting your God (oh noo u didn't). God loves you and knows your very core - the one you hide from the world. He still found you so worthy of His love that He made an entire earth for you to dwell, mates for you to chose, animals and plants to feed you, and as if that was not enough, He gave you eternal redemption with no fear of death. So when every honey bun is hidden by an apple treat that you didn't intend on having, and you are broken in your hunger with a gaping hole in your shirt and a so so experiment, dear friend - laugh and enjoy for the One in control has pushed you off the driver's seat and showed you that you do not drive that car, but you are a passenger - a beloved and well taken care off passenger.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Be blessed,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">D.</span><br />
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