We can all sit around and say "what God has for me is for me" BUT, keep in mind, a whole lot of people die never getting what God had for em b/c they refused to be who God made them to be.
I'm only speaking for me. I gotta do better, even the more. You can do what you please but, what's pleasing to me is knowing that the man who died for me to live is pleased with me.
I was born into a world where the majority live to please everyone but the one who counts, so when I speak the truth, I know it'll be frowned upon but that's part of what the fight is all about. They persecuted Jesus, they'll persecute me, and they'll persecute you if you're being who God wants you to be.
But who wants to be rejected by society and their peers? Hah, Foolish question when being accepted by the same folks holds about as much weight as fake diamonds in a man's ears.
Generations turning into gimmicks seeking approval from bigger gimmicks, where everyone who shouts "i'm different" is all sporting the same image.
Women who wonder why real love never walks their way, in denial about their own lusts, failing to realize that the man God sends is about work, not play. Wanting men to see more than sex whenever they walk by but, advertising curves and seduction like flat screens at Best buy. Why wouldn't a man watch? I mean, we all have eyes! You're not advertising your soul so why would that be something he's trying to buy? So what you go to work, so what you went to school and you're smart. Real men don't need your money and a degree doesn't grant you the wisdom to keep a man's heart. Wisdom teaches you to learn your part before you try to play your part.
But we love to play, and so love stays away. As men we struggle with infidelity because we prey more than we pray. We watch curves more than we read the word and learn how to recite lyrics, but not how to discern. We puff up with pride, turn tough, and laugh at the thought of being affected by opposition, covering up inner pains that slowly burn. Dreams of becoming rappers, hardly doing it for the passion, more so for the attention and some sort of satisfaction. Satisfaction in knowing we finally made it to place where bigger people take notice, so we can laugh at those who played us, as if they ever really owed us. Not saying every rapper doesn't love his art, just saying many men just imagine success and admiration but lack the love for the admirers in their hearts. What a deadly plan, do we not understand, your biggest hater in life is often your biggest fan. Our biggest foe, our reflection, in dyer need of direction, we can stare into a mirror but can't see our inner man. Scary!
Lord, have mercy on my soul. I wanna get it right and I don't mean when I get old. I know tomorrow's not promised, so you gotta help me today. I still got a dog bone in me that wants me to prey more than I pray, and work less than I play.
As for you, you're entitled to your own life successes and trials but, know that God doesn't deliver until you come out of denial.
If what God has for you is for you, why don't you have it? You are the answer to that question. Be who he made you to be, and you'll have what he wants you to have. I refuse to live as the test dummy who never understands why they crash.
With love,
JG
