Old To New Creations

Today, as I was in the pool, doing what people do in the pool, a fellow exerciser stopped me and asked, "what is your name?"  With a smile and a warm reply I answered, "Tiffany."  She then went on to explain that she has a friend that is in Morocco, which sends her all kinds of scarves (she wears them a lot because she is a cancer survivor and uses them to accent her hair). She further stated that she knows that God will bless her back for being a blessing to me and that she had some scarves she would like to share with me. With my mouth open out of excitement and surprise, I breathed out an expression of my gratitude towards her.  However, I found myself wondering, "what was it about me that made her think about blessing me with something so dear to her?"  I must admit, I battled with those thoughts the remainder of the class and into the locker room.  As I struggled, and I do mean struggled, out of my wet clothes, God spoke to me, "Tiffany, there...

As I was riding down the highway this song began playing on the radio.  Now, I've heard this song SEVERAL times and am quite a fan of the artist, but this time was different.  This ride came after I'd spent several days with my sick mother who, progressively appeared to get worse each day I was home visiting.  After asking her SEVERAL times, "Mom, how are you feeling today?" and her replying, "I'm doing OKAY, I'll be alright", did I realize that this scenario was all too familiar and a replica of how we respond to emotional health.  So, without further ado, I present the REALIST LYRICS EVER! "Cry yourself to sleep Shout and raise your hands It won't change a thing child until you understand If you're tired of being the same If you're tired of things not changing It's time for you to get out the way"  Often, we go through life facing all kinds of mishaps and adversities that lead us to crying ourselves to ...

As I was combing through, or more like diving through, my bottomless pit of shoes this morning, I could feel the onset of frustration about my inability to find a mate to each shoe I picked up!! In the midst of my frustration I whispered, "I Can't", as a sign that my search for the right shoe was not only nearing it's end, but that my time and efforts spent searching for mates were wasted and in vain. It was then I received a revelation.  Like the box of shoes is our journey through life, sometimes feeling as though our search for happiness, fulfillment, love, careers, opportunities, and mates is a bottomless pit.  It can seem as if the search will not lead to positive results and in the moment, out of frustration and dismay, you feel defeated and whisper, like I did, "I Can't". Well, back to my story, because I'm certain that you're interested in knowing whether or not I was able to eventually find a mate to a shoe and carry on with m...