Black Moses

This past Sunday, the preacher honored Black History and taught about Black Moses, Harriet Tubman.
He paralleled the church being a soul bridge between people and the heart of God.
At the end of the day, when all is said and done, do more people know that Jesus Saves, and are lives being transformed?

Now, this stuck me right in the center of my little childlike pentecostal blessed heart. 
As a flawed and special needs sinner as I am, I wanted to put on a costume and go door knocking for Jesus.
I sat there listening to his metaphor and thought of my own personal core convictions. I thought of the gifts God gave me to share. I thought of the blessings that flow from my life. I am so blessed.
I remembered the words I wrote in my first book, Credit Made Simple

What good is being successful and having "arrived" if you don't leave a road map for the ones you love. Hopefully, we bring people with us on our journey. Everyone has to travel life in their own time and space. At the very least, we can leave a underground railroad and lead by example.

I was taking personal inventory, asking God to search my heart. I was asking him to endow me with abundance enough to over flow. 
That's a dangerous prayer. Trauma is always appointedly lurking. Waiting to teach compassion and patience.

This week as I doubled down on my assignments to the abundant life, I asked God to use little flawed me in insignificant ways. I desire to see beauty in flawed pain. I want to see the potential in passion. I want to be a catalyst for transformation in peoples lives economically and emotionally. I want the wisdom of wise sages and the heart of grace.

This next phase is laying down tracks for 
🎶People all over the world to join hands and start a love train!🎶
We are bound for the promised land. I'm aligning with people who share the favor and the vision, so that we can share our favor and vision with those who will travel north in the future.
By the grace and favor of God, I too am a modern day Black Moses.
Do you feel a calling or extra purpose on your life?


HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!


#lifeofbliss 
#blackmoses

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