God the Sayer of Nay

What if Yahweh, the Creator of Heaven and Earth, was a good God?
What if Yahweh, the Creator of Sex and Love, had our best interest at hand?
What is Yahweh, the Creator of You and I, knew what was best for us?
I am thinking it may be about time that I stop associating the pain, hurt, anger, and mistreatment's I have had with other people back on my Creator.
My Creator is the Father who will do whatever it takes to help me reach my best potential, be it successes to rejoice in, failures to learn from, or discpline to redefine my road.
My Creator is the Mother who teaches me I am beautiful, worthy of love, and strong enough to keep going.
My Creator is my Provider who has a plan for success and is just waiting for me to ask what it is.
My Creator is my Lover who wrote the manual for sex and how to have a great marriage.
My Creator is my Friend who will listen to my problems and answer my questions with Wisdom.

Here is my issue. I have seen over and over again how I have placed on my Creator my own perspective of who he is. I have seen others do it as well. Again and again I have placed the failings, misguided attempts, dysfunctions, manipulations, guilt trips, and excuses of other people on to a Perfect and Holy God who knew one day we would spit in his face and blame our painful inadequacy on Him, when he had nothing to with it.

He does not sit up in heaven watching us stumble around in the dark trying to find the light switch, laughing at our short comings. He does not watch as innocent children die and call it his judgement. He did not put the earth on a timer, wind it up, and walk away.

On the contrary. I have found that as I have chosen to not be offended by his ways, he is as close as a whisper, mourning for the loss of the innocent, his heart broken knowing we have no idea what his judgment looks like.

Yahweh does not need me to blog on his behalf for any reason. I will change no one's mind about who he is and what he does. I blog about him for me.


I found out that Yahweh is not who everyone says he is. He is who HE says he is.

For example. My house was recently struck by lightening. Some thought it was God telling us to straighten up, change something, or a punishment. But in the reality of Yahweh, it was his provision. I have lived in the house for close to 20 years and some things were needing to be replaced that we currently didn't have the money for. So, Yahweh the Provider, struck our house with lightening. Soon the things we needed replaced we covered by insurance.

Many, including myself, have portrayed God, Yahweh, as a sayer of nay.

I am here to tell you I was wrong and I need you to forgive me for ever communicating that to you.

There will be things in our lives that are painful and we may never understand. But I can tell you this, Yahweh is here to help you be amazing. successful. smart. beautiful. healthy. hopeful. funny. important. inspiring. truthful. delightful. lovely. life changing.

I have found that if I can hold off being offended by him long enough to actually listen to him, he is really the answer. He has never asked me to change, only to give up the things I never really was. For so long I had indentified with the lies I had come to find who I was in them. But who will know me better then the one who made me.

So if you are angry about some things that church people say, I get it. I was too. But church people are not Yahweh and we need to find out who Yahweh is.  There will be some things he will say that we will not like, but maybe we will listen better if we understood that He is truly wanting successful brilliant, life fulfilling destinies for us. Sometimes we will have to say no to ways of life that we thought were ok, because everyone around says it is ok. But maybe, just maybe, our sources have been wrong.
If your computer is not working correctly, you will call the company who made it.
If there is a defect in your furniture you will contact those to designed it.
If the quality of your food is questionable you refer to the one who grew it.
If an concept is weak you ask the one who thought it up.

Obviously what we are doing to make life work here on earth is not working.
I think we got over our offenses and asked for some help.
And who would know better then someone who Created the Ways of Life?

The Pain of Promise

I have recently stumbled upon the pain of my promises.
I think most followers of Christ forget to embrace the pain we all face in life, pushing it away like we are allergic. When instead we should embrace it to move forward.
I think it is reasonable to say that when I receive a promise from Yahweh I find hope and relief in his words and reassurances. I also find the peace to submit myself to the process of the promise.

Just like Jesus did.

In the beginning, before Creation, Yahweh, Yeshua, and Ruach had a meeting. They considered together the rise and fall of mankind and their intimacy with the Trinity. All three agreed to the Promise of the Son, Yeshua, as the redeemer for mankind before we even existed.

The time came for the Promise to be revealed and the pain of the process was astounding. Yeshua asked for it to pass from him for the intensity.

When we accept promises of the Father over our lives and submit to his process, we have submitted to an all consuming fire the will devour that which cannot pass into our promises with us.

This is the pain. To lose the things we thought we needed, even wanted, for our futures.

Yahweh is ever committed to the success of us reaching our destinies. And when we submit to him the pain of our promise is exposed in such rich detail as we began to let go f the things we even thought Yahweh was supportive of. Not that he wasn't. Not that he didn't place those things in our hearts.

He must remove our understanding of our dreams to help us fill the full potential of his dreams for us.

This is the pain of the promise. To watch every dream he has placed in our hearts turn to ashes in our hands.
Because after the ash slowly disappears through our fingers and we walk away from those dreams, a dream far bigger, far greater, far more fantastic springs up from it's place.
If we do not die to these dreams we hold in our hearts we will not fully realize the greatness of our destiny.
To the pain of the promise, letting go of my own idea's to make room Yahweh's greater plan for me.

Drowning

I have come to realize that about this time last year I made reference to a term I used to define my season. As I have had an opportunity to look back and ponder that season it has occurred to me that I did not define for you what I could barely define for myself. It felt like drowning, but I never was really clear on what was occurring. I can say that I 'feel' like I am drowning, but to define it is another matter entirely. 

Looking back, this is what was happening.

Last year about this time I was made to face a sea of crap I had gotten myself into with a very small leaky boat. I will openly admit I am not a genius with finances and in a season of not trusting Yahweh to provide for me, I acquired debt. I had a back injury which ended in emergency back surgery. During that whole season my lack of trust in Yahweh's provision for me caused me to get into credit card debt. Although Yahweh covered the cost of surgery, I still had to pick up some ER tabs. Not to mention all of the other bills of months without a job in between. Then I had to have a car for the two jobs I was working to get out of all this distrust I had buried myself in.

I was doing really well until Yahweh did what he always does with me. He told me to go. He called me to an internship that told me not to come if I had debt. I knew if I went I was acquiring more debt by attending a school I couldn't pay for and hadn't been able to raise the funding for. Yahweh said go.

So I went.

I left both jobs, my family, my friends, and all I knew for an internship I couldn't pay for in a place I legally could not work. Because Yahweh said go.

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One year ago I was in the middle of my drowning. But the drowning was the reality of the mistrust I had towards the one I told everyone I followed. I told everyone I followed Jesus. And yet, my bank account proved otherwise. My bank account said I did not trust him to give me what I needed. That I depended on myself for everything. That I didn't think he was big enough. That Yahweh wasn't who he said he was.

I had taken a class through the internship that taught about the order of finances. It taught on what you pay first. Tithing, offering, saving and so on. Not only had I been racking up debt, but I had been paying things out of order, because I didn't trust Yahweh. I was putting some bills in front of others and it wasn't right.

So I stepped out.

I had money for ONE bill. So I paid the one Yahweh told me to, not the one I thought I should. And that was it. No more money. It was gone. My life was over. I was a failure because I couldn't pay my bills. I had done EVERYTHING Yahweh had asked and my bank account was empty. 

Until I needed it. 

Until slowly but surely money began to flood in to cover the bills I couldn't pay for. 

Yahweh began to provide for me financially, when I could not provide for myself.

My drowning was facing all of the wrong and bad decisions I had made. Realizing all of the consequences I would have to face and knowing that I could not run or hide. I would go to bed feeling like death only to wake to another day of hopelessness because I was in a position where I was facing my utter deficiency without Yahweh. 

And then I died.

I woke up and realized I made those bad decisions. I was going to have to face it and make good decisions. I had to make the hard decisions of fighting my way out. No one could do it for me. No one could make it go away. I had to change.

So I did. 

I made endless phone calls with hours of counsel of how to go about working through all this financial mess I had gotten myself into. I went to people I KNEW had good, solid, financial wisdom. Then I put it into practice. I didn't just listen and then do my own thing. I asked wise people, I sought Yahweh, and I made the hard decisions.

I graduated that school not owing them a dime.

I did end up turning my car back over to the bank because I couldn't pay for it.

And I am working my tail off to be out of debt very soon.

Every step of the way I now realize I can't do this alone. I was hurting myself and would eventually be hurting the family I started.  If I am not good in a certain area I NEED someone who is. To walk me through it and help me change. To teach me what I don't know. I am willing to make mistakes knowing I am still learning. However, I also know that now that I trust Yahweh more, he can trust me with more.

If you are drowning (by my definition), you made a lot of bad decisions. The wonderful thing is that you made those decisions based off of a lie you believe about yourself or your Creator. Understand that you need to accept the fact that you ACTIVELY participated in making decisions that are hurting you and possibly other people. This lesson cost me GREATLY in the area of pride. However, I humbled myself, sought forgiveness, and changed my ways. 

Drowning is not fun. It is an eye opening experience exposing to us the futility of depending on ourselves. It brings us to the death of our unwillingness to become mature, responsible children of Yahweh full of character and integrity. It is a stout and solid lesson which I do not envy but highly value and treasure.

Drowning is the wake up call to be who you were created to be and not the lie you believe about yourself.

The Pain of Trust

In my life I have experienced a lot of hurt. Some by unrealistic expectations. Some by my own insecurity. Some by taking offense at something that didn't even affect me. But most of my hurt has come from people. I assume most hurt anyone has experienced comes from people. In the midst of dealing with all of it I have become very familiar with two questions:

1. Do I trust Yahweh to work out in that person what needs to be worked out?

2. Do I trust Yahweh to use the situation to expose in me whatever needs to be dealt with?

At the heart of these questions lies the core question: Do I trust Yahweh?

People aren't perfect and neither are situations and even less is communication. So with all of this imperfection I have come to terms with the fact that I cannot change the imperfect but the perfect can change me. This is why I must trust Yahweh, the Perfection of Heaven and Earth, because he can change anything. 

Over the past 6 months I have struggled with a lot of hurt. Things have not turned out as I had hoped and then things I didn't even see coming caught me square in the gut. Sitting on my bum in the dirt with all of the air knocked out of me is a really good idea of how I have felt over the past 6 weeks.

I don't understand why I am where I am. And why I am here if Yahweh has placed it in my heart to be elsewhere? Why later and not now? Why me? Why? 

And yet Yahweh asks, 'Do you trust me?'

I want to scream, "NO!!!!!!!!!!! It hurts too much to trust you!!!!!!! You take away my dreams and ruin my life!!! I lose friends and family over you!!!!!! No, it hurts. It just hurts too much."

But I don't. Because I remember. 

I remember when I needed $5,000 and it miracoulously appeared. 

Or when I had emergency back surgery and the Dr said I might never walk again, but I do. 

Or when I had no money to pay for the$20,000 surgery and still haven't paid a dime.

Or when I needed a car and someone gave me one.

Or when I had gold dust on my hands for a week.

Or when I had no job and EVERYTIME Yahweh has provided one.

Or when I had nothing to give and he gave me something so I could give.

Or when I prayed for someone and they were healed.

Or when I prayed for someone and they spoke in tongues.

Or when I prayed for someone and they were set free. 

Or when, someday, I pray for the one who died before their time and they will come back to life.

I remember I trust Yahweh because he is good. Even when it hurts. Even when I feel that I have lost my dreams and life is going no where. Even when I feel I am losing my friends and my family to follow him. Even when I feel like I have no reason left to live. I trust him. I trust him because he has captivated me. I can not go back to living a normal life because I have found that the pain and the hurt is only the middle of the story. 

The glory of the end of the story always overshadows the pain and loss. Always. Because with Yahweh, the end of the story is always greater than I could have ever made out for myself. Yahweh and I have a game. I make up the best I can dream up and let him know what it is that I want. Then he takes the best I could think up, tweaks it a little bit, holds on to it for a bit, and then hands it back. In that small amount of handling my dream has turned into something I wish I had the creativity to dream up. I mean. A one dimension story has turned into so many dimensions I can't keep up and the wonder just keeps comin. 

Then I realize I have become one who dreams with the Creator.

And that's why I trust him even when it hurts and doesn't make sense. Because in the end we still dream together and everything turns out in such a way that I can't even imagine where the next story will take me.

So know, that it is not that if I trust him I don't hurt. It is simply that I have seen such things that it has overshadowed my pain. In seeing the things I have, it has healed my hurt. In walking where I have and experiencing the things I have, it has made me whole again. 

Because he really is who he says he is.