I'll be the first to admit that one of the hardest things for me to deal with and to move past is the propensity to complain. As a single mother, I understand there's PLENTY to complain about: there's not enough money for pampers, daycare, doctor bills, medicine, utilities, rent, car payment, clothes. He didn't come to see his children this week. He didn't pick up the phone and call. \Both children were out sick with the flu and not only did he not take off time from work to help, I was stuck home alone with them, sacrificing time off from work. I can't find a babysitter. Nobody seems to walk to help me. On, and on, and on.
I know. I've been there.
Complaining is also made easier to do when you hang around complaining cheerleaders. You know the type of folks I'm talking about. Now we all have those "breakthrough friends"; the ones we call when we need the heavens pierced and a 24 hr blessing to rain down on us. We don't call them when we want to complain, No, we call those other folks, the complaining cheerleaders. Those are the ones who say, "Yea girl, I know how you feel. Let me tell you what my baby daddy did..." or "Girl, I wouldn't put up with that if I were you. You should drive by his job and show out!" And yes, I've driven by his house and his job before and "shown out"; not "go to jail and get a misdemeanor charge" show out, but enough to irk him and satiate my need for vengeance.
Complaining takes a whole lot of energy that quite frankly, a single mother can't afford to expend.
One of the biggest slaps of reality as a parent came in the form of realizing that there is ALWAYS something to think about and/or solve when you are a mother. Whether it's where are her purple socks or does his teacher have a list of his allergies, there's always SOMETHING to figure out. You'd think I would find plenty to do being the mom of two small children close in age. Not so. Most of my time early on was spent complaining.
I will be the first to admit that the first two years of motherhood were the most unpleasant. This is in no way a reflection on my children because they certainly brought nothing to the equation but innocence and unconditional love. But the misery came from my strife with their father. I was determined to make a relationship work with him that he was clearly not ready for and in the process, all of my attention, energy and investment of resources went into him and not into HIM and certainly not into "them".
When I talk to a woman who is clearly in a counterproductive relationship, my advice to her is never to leave him.
News flash to all the great spiritual giants out there who forgot what it feels like to be in love with a man, body and soul: telling a woman to leave a man she loves with her soul is like telling her to commit murder. Good luck with that! I take a different approach. I advise women to do what I did. Continue to love who you love. Continue to be with him if you must. But you must view your time and resources as currency and the people in your life as stock. When you invest in stock that under performs, at some point, you have a decision to make. Either you will sell or at least, you will diversify your investments.
My advice is to diversify your investments.
Invest more into the things and people who give your life the most returns. It wasn't instantaneous, but eventually, I began to diversify my investment and invest more heavily into my children than I did their father.
I began by simply establishing a bedtime.
Now before you scoff at me, you'd be surprised at how many young single mothers I've talked to whose children do not have bedtimes. I was one of them. And let's face it. If most of your time is spent on the phone or on the cellphone arguing and stalking your baby daddy, there's really not much time or occasion to establish any set bedtime for the children. And boy, did their father exploit this. It was nothing for him to show up on my doorstep at 10, 11p.m. or sometimes 2, 3, and 4 a.m. wanting to come in and "see his kids". But at the time, my children did not have a set bedtime because our schedule as a household was his. I waited by the window for him and so did my little ones, and when he came in at 10 or 11p.m. wanting to play with his small children who should have been asleep 3 -4 hours ago, he could. So I set a bedtime: 8 p.m. Not only did I set it, I honored it. I stuck to it. I made sure everyone understood it. I clearly communicated it. And the first time their father tried to violate it, I SHUT HIM DOWN. More than once, he's stood on my doorstep and been told, "You can come back tomorrow. They're in the bed now". It was not an easy battle but it was soon won.
Be consistent. That is a single mother's greatest weapon.
So what does that wonderful story of my personal battle with nonsense and baby daddy foolishness have to do with stewardship?
I'll do my best to tie this all in.
One of the biggest enemies of a single mother is her propensity to complain.
When you complain, you are not acknowledging the blessings you have but rather, amplifying your ingratitude for them in the ears of Almighty God.
That's right mamas: God is listening.
Just like He hears every prayer, He also hears every complaint. I can't tell you how many times I heard someone try to derail my complaining train with the truth such as "well, at least you have a roof over your head and a good job", or "he may not give you enough money every time he gets paid but it's more than my baby daddy has EVER given me". I can't tell you how many times I shook it off and got right back on the complain train. I did have a roof over head. I did have food for them. I did have a good job with benefits that insured both of my children. I did have a baby daddy who saw his children often, in comparison to other dads and even though he didn't give me enough money, he did and does give me some for them.
It occurred to me recently that motherhood is stewardship. If we are faithful over a few things, He will make us rulers over many.
It didn't even dawn on me that how I behaved as a mother, however unpleasant I deemed my circumstances, was being observed by God. I had forgotten that these children belonged to Him first and that I was just here to temporarily guide them in this earthly realm until such time as their destiny and purpose was brought into fruition. I was slow in recognizing that this was an opportunity for me to show God what I was made of.
Stop complaining and start impressing.
I'm not a perfect mom but I'm a better mom because of the grace and manifold wisdom of God. Instituting a bedtime was His idea. As a result, I saw my children settle down and calm down behaviorally in ways that I'd never seen. We developed our own routine. We became a household. We set a rhythm that we now live by. They know what to expect. I am consistent. I am invested.
I am a steward.
Prayer Point: Father, I ask that every mother reading this would become keenly aware of the stewardship of motherhood. May she function with an awareness that your eyes are upon her. Cause her to know that every sacrifice, every effort to correct, improve and guide the daily lives of the children in her charge has not gone unrecorded by You. May we seek your face for wisdom, direction and precision. May we diversify our investments of time, attention and resources and pour into those people and things that bring us the biggest returns. May our children receive a bigger slice of the pie chart and may You receive the biggest. May we seek Your face daily so that we may be better stewards over the children that you have given into our care. May Your great Name be exalted in and through us. May our circumstances no longer cause us to complain but to seek Your face all the more fervently. In Jesus' Name we pray these things. Amen.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
My Prayer For Hagar
I pray for every soul that like Hagar, bought into a plan that needed her to get off the ground and once it flew, left her on the ground. I pray for every soul that fought to reclaim its dignity but instead was thrown out. I pray for every ...soul that watched one child's birthday be celebrated and another be ignored. I pray for every soul that feels like a slave, a servant to folks that need u but refuse to honor you. I pray for the soul that like Hagar, finds itself in a desert with a child on the brink of death. I pray for the soul that has just about decided that the naysayers were right: you are worthless and will NEVER be as good as us. I pray that like Hagar, you would be surrounded by God's loving presence and reassured that you are not forgotten. When no one else sees what you do, He never takes His eyes off you. Every stinky diaper, every sacrifice, every broken promise, every misstep...He is the God who sees and He honors those who honor Him. Whatever you do, turn it around and do it as unto the Lord. Someone had to change Moses' diaper. Someone had to be Martin Luther King's professor. Whatever you do, realize you are a part of His dvine plan and your labor is not in vain. He sees you. Amen.
Friday, November 05, 2010
"Baby Mama": Badge Of Honor?
I'm not oblivious to the fact that referring to myself as a "baby mama" may not bode well with some. For those who are acquainted with American culture, it is a title that carries a variety of meanings but for the sake of discussion, I'll give you my best working definition. The term "baby mama" refers to an unmarried woman who is the mother of a child or children. Typically, the father of the child or children refers to her as "my baby mama" and others refer to her as "John's baby mama". She is not a wife. This title is meant to establish a clear line between a wife, a girlfriend, and a baby mama. Is it possible to be a girlfriend and a baby mama? Yes. However, typically, a man will not refer to the woman he is in a committed relationship with as his "baby mama" only. This term defines status. It is intended by men to let the mother of their children as well as society know that his involvement with this woman is based solely on the fact that she is the mother of his children.
Now do the boundary lines get crossed? Absolutely. Many men take advantage of the parental obligation to maintain a physical relationship with the mother(s) of his children. But be clear on something ladies: if he calls you his "baby mama". that's who you are. What a man calls you is who you are to him.
I beg to differ with individuals who do not see the need to establish titles in their relationships with the opposite sex. With titles come roles, and with roles come responsibilities. If I am your "baby mama", then I am clearly a lesser status than wife. I do not enjoy the same benefits, honor or privilege as either a wife or a girlfriend.
And let's go ahead and get this out in the open: the goal is to be a man's wife. Most women, whether they will be honest about it or not, want to be a man's wife. In our current society, most women have conceded that the men they deal with will never crown them with the title of "wife" so instead, they barter for wife-like roles and titles: "my old lady", "my boo:", "my lady", All of these sound good and have pacified many a woman (myself included) but a pacifier doesn't nourish; it only distracts. When the hunger pains return, the pacifier is no longer sufficient.
"So Melissa, I hear all you're saying. So do you think it's a bad thing for a woman to be called a "baby mama" and to allow a man to call her a "baby mama"?
You may not like or agree with my answer, but hopefully, you will understand it. I think it is a bad thing for a woman to be called a "baby mama" both by the father(s) of her children or society. And on the flip side, I believe that she should be called a baby mama by her father's children and society.
I fought the label tooth and nail initially. I was 27 years old when I became pregnant with my son Matthew and 28 when I gave birth to him. I was not about to settle for the derogatory title of "baby mama". I was educated. I was employed. I was responsible. I was capable of supporting a child alone. And with all that "good sense" I chose to have a child with a man who could not and would not highly esteem me.
I'm not saying that I or anyone else should beat themselves up about their mistakes or shortcomings. However, there's no need in sugarcoating the truth either. Having a man's child or children does not necessarily endear you to him. Just ask Leah. Male child after male child she bore for Jacob, hoping with each child to find favor in his sight and to finally be the recipient of his love.
But Rachel was his wife.
Leah was his "baby mama".
I think every woman who is not married to the man or men she had children with (and never was married) should wear the title like a heavy burden. Wear it until it disgusts you. Wear it until you see the dishonor a man brings to you when he refuses to honor you with his last name. Wear it, not as a badge of honor, but as a reminder of just how wrong it is for a man to have a girlfriend and a "baby mama" simultaneously. Wear it, not as a badge of honor, but as a slap of reality that hits your face every time you hear someone utter the words, "Oh, there goes John's baby mama".
I've accepted the fact that to my children's father, I am just a baby mama. At first I resisted this reality but accepting it was just as liberating as it was painful. The competition stopped. I stopped trying to buy his affection, approval and love with my body. I stopped trying to get a "promotion" to a job that wasn't even hiring.
I accepted the fact that to this man, that's all I am.
\Let me set the record straight. I do not refer to myself as a "baby mama". I am a mom, mama, mommy, and whatever delightful title my children bestow upon me. But it is my desire to live with the sobering understanding that allowing a man to dishonor me is not something to write an anthem over. God bless Fantasia Barrino and I understand completely her intention with her hit song "Baby Mama". There are many women who are heading up households alone; they must be handyman and nurse, security guard and teacher. Oh course women who faithfully attend to the needs of their children and homes are worthy of honor and respect. But women who settle for "baby mama status" need a wake up call.
Graduate to Mother.
I am a baby mama to one man, but to God, I am the mother of two nations. My children are a heritage given to me by God and despite the circumstances that brought them here, their lives, because their mother has chosen to allow God to be the head of her life, are full of blessing and promise.
It is my intention to stop :baby mamas that may read my blog in passing. I mean no offense to seasoned, godly mothers by using such a colloquial term to refer to unmarried mothers. However, once the attention is grabbed, the message is declared.
Prayer Point: Father, in the Name of Your Son Jesus, I ask that you would cause me to take a critical look at my life and actions. May I see the areas where I have allowed my honor to be compromised. May I no longer be content with chasing a promotion to a status that someone has not intention of delivering to me. Open my eyes to my own unique worth in your Kingdom. Show me that as a mother, I am now aligned with a cloud of witnesses who understand my struggles, not the least of which was your own earthly mother, who endured the speculation regarding the legitimacy of your birth. Cause me to cast off my badge and put on a crown. These things I ask in your Holy Name. Amen.
Inspirational Song of the Moment
This song has transported me to places of peaceful worship many a day. Maybe you're having a day or have had a week where you're feeling overwhelmed, helpless and a bit defeated. Allow this simple worship song to remind you that there's a place in God where you can run and find peace and rest.
"I Will Run" Freddy Rodriguez
Now do the boundary lines get crossed? Absolutely. Many men take advantage of the parental obligation to maintain a physical relationship with the mother(s) of his children. But be clear on something ladies: if he calls you his "baby mama". that's who you are. What a man calls you is who you are to him.
I beg to differ with individuals who do not see the need to establish titles in their relationships with the opposite sex. With titles come roles, and with roles come responsibilities. If I am your "baby mama", then I am clearly a lesser status than wife. I do not enjoy the same benefits, honor or privilege as either a wife or a girlfriend.
And let's go ahead and get this out in the open: the goal is to be a man's wife. Most women, whether they will be honest about it or not, want to be a man's wife. In our current society, most women have conceded that the men they deal with will never crown them with the title of "wife" so instead, they barter for wife-like roles and titles: "my old lady", "my boo:", "my lady", All of these sound good and have pacified many a woman (myself included) but a pacifier doesn't nourish; it only distracts. When the hunger pains return, the pacifier is no longer sufficient.
"So Melissa, I hear all you're saying. So do you think it's a bad thing for a woman to be called a "baby mama" and to allow a man to call her a "baby mama"?
You may not like or agree with my answer, but hopefully, you will understand it. I think it is a bad thing for a woman to be called a "baby mama" both by the father(s) of her children or society. And on the flip side, I believe that she should be called a baby mama by her father's children and society.
I fought the label tooth and nail initially. I was 27 years old when I became pregnant with my son Matthew and 28 when I gave birth to him. I was not about to settle for the derogatory title of "baby mama". I was educated. I was employed. I was responsible. I was capable of supporting a child alone. And with all that "good sense" I chose to have a child with a man who could not and would not highly esteem me.
I'm not saying that I or anyone else should beat themselves up about their mistakes or shortcomings. However, there's no need in sugarcoating the truth either. Having a man's child or children does not necessarily endear you to him. Just ask Leah. Male child after male child she bore for Jacob, hoping with each child to find favor in his sight and to finally be the recipient of his love.
But Rachel was his wife.
Leah was his "baby mama".
I think every woman who is not married to the man or men she had children with (and never was married) should wear the title like a heavy burden. Wear it until it disgusts you. Wear it until you see the dishonor a man brings to you when he refuses to honor you with his last name. Wear it, not as a badge of honor, but as a reminder of just how wrong it is for a man to have a girlfriend and a "baby mama" simultaneously. Wear it, not as a badge of honor, but as a slap of reality that hits your face every time you hear someone utter the words, "Oh, there goes John's baby mama".
I've accepted the fact that to my children's father, I am just a baby mama. At first I resisted this reality but accepting it was just as liberating as it was painful. The competition stopped. I stopped trying to buy his affection, approval and love with my body. I stopped trying to get a "promotion" to a job that wasn't even hiring.
I accepted the fact that to this man, that's all I am.
\Let me set the record straight. I do not refer to myself as a "baby mama". I am a mom, mama, mommy, and whatever delightful title my children bestow upon me. But it is my desire to live with the sobering understanding that allowing a man to dishonor me is not something to write an anthem over. God bless Fantasia Barrino and I understand completely her intention with her hit song "Baby Mama". There are many women who are heading up households alone; they must be handyman and nurse, security guard and teacher. Oh course women who faithfully attend to the needs of their children and homes are worthy of honor and respect. But women who settle for "baby mama status" need a wake up call.
Graduate to Mother.
I am a baby mama to one man, but to God, I am the mother of two nations. My children are a heritage given to me by God and despite the circumstances that brought them here, their lives, because their mother has chosen to allow God to be the head of her life, are full of blessing and promise.
It is my intention to stop :baby mamas that may read my blog in passing. I mean no offense to seasoned, godly mothers by using such a colloquial term to refer to unmarried mothers. However, once the attention is grabbed, the message is declared.
Prayer Point: Father, in the Name of Your Son Jesus, I ask that you would cause me to take a critical look at my life and actions. May I see the areas where I have allowed my honor to be compromised. May I no longer be content with chasing a promotion to a status that someone has not intention of delivering to me. Open my eyes to my own unique worth in your Kingdom. Show me that as a mother, I am now aligned with a cloud of witnesses who understand my struggles, not the least of which was your own earthly mother, who endured the speculation regarding the legitimacy of your birth. Cause me to cast off my badge and put on a crown. These things I ask in your Holy Name. Amen.
Inspirational Song of the Moment
This song has transported me to places of peaceful worship many a day. Maybe you're having a day or have had a week where you're feeling overwhelmed, helpless and a bit defeated. Allow this simple worship song to remind you that there's a place in God where you can run and find peace and rest.
"I Will Run" Freddy Rodriguez
The Fear Of Beginning
You Have To Start Somewhere
How do you end the paralysis? How do you move from standing on the sidewalk of life, waiting for a clear opening into traffic? How do you MOVE? That's the question I'm seeking God's help in answering. Funny thing is, the answer has been right under my nose for quite some time.
When I was in high school and college, there was this little thing my teachers and professors called a "rough draft". Let me back up. Before we even got to the point of a rough draft, there was another little thing they liked to call an outline. Hang on. Before the outline came the research. Ok. So before we could even start writing the essay or thesis we were assigned, we first had to research our topic. The next step was, from our research, we had to create an outline. What did you learn from your research? What were some key elements and facts obtained about the point of study? Then, once an outline was created, we were then permitted to start our rough draft. *disclaimer* I've been out of school for over 12 yrs. If you are an English major (which I was not... lol!) and are gasping in horror from my inaccuracy, my apologies. I'm saying all of this more for the sake of example than for teaching someone how to write a fine piece of literature. Once the first draft was completed and submitted, it was usually returned, full of dashes, dots, lines, arrows and notes scribbled in every corner by the professor or teacher. Then came the second draft. If you were in tune with the instructor's expectations, you were probably spared the burden of having to submit a third draft. Thankfully, I was one of the fortunate ones who could pick up on what my professors were looking for and deliver by the second draft. Once the final draft was submitted and approved, you were then given the green light to create and turn in a final draft, The final draft was the goal; but in between, was a refining process.
Back to the question I first posed: how do you overcome the fear of beginning?
First, you give up the incessant need to be cute and pretty. A good example is of my 4 yr old son Matthew, who is learning how to write in preschool. At one point, he became so obsessed with perfection that he flatly refused to write anything on his paper. Instead, he dissolved into a puddle of tears and yelled, "I CAN'T DO IT!" helpful hint: You can't help anyone who refuses to demonstrate, no matter how imperfect, the goal they intend to reach, and likewise, you can't expect to improve anything you refuse to take out of your head and put on paper, on video, or whatever medium your goal conforms to. After some serious coaxing, I encouraged him to just move his pencil. Show me what he thought the letter may look like. Once he began to "move" his pencil, I could then see where I could help him write better and also praise what he was doing correctly.
Motherhood is no different from any other task we may face in life that seems imposing. There are days when I feel as if the job is too big for me. How do I raise two children without their father? "How" is such a deceptive little word that has gotten so many people in trouble. Don't ask how, just move. I brought my son home from the hospital. When I had a question, I called my mom. I fed him. I changed his diaper. I held him and changed his clothes. I bathed him. I took him to doctor visits. What if I had gotten lost in the land of "how"? That's not to say I did everything perfectly. I made my fair share of mistakes and still do. But four years later, I can say that we conquer our fear of beginning by assignment.
God blesses the works of our hands, not the folding of them. Whether you're like me, and your assignment is to raise children or your assignment is to start your own business, conquering the "fear of beginning" can be done.
Don't dismay because the task seems to big for you. If it's too big for you, that means that there will be others who come alongside to help you. Receive the help in the Name of the Lord and move FORWARD!
Inspirational Song of the Moment:
The song "Champion" by Darwin Hobbs has ministered to me on many occasion. In need of a spiritual energy boost? This song will do it!
Prayer Point: Father, I ask in the Name of Your Son Jesus Christ for the strength, wisdom and capacity to conquer my fear of beginning. As I take steps in the direction of my goal, may You send those alongside who will mentor and inspire me. Thank You for the assurance that a Champion (The Spirit of The Lord Jesus Christ) lives within me!
"Champion" by Darwin Hobbs
How do you end the paralysis? How do you move from standing on the sidewalk of life, waiting for a clear opening into traffic? How do you MOVE? That's the question I'm seeking God's help in answering. Funny thing is, the answer has been right under my nose for quite some time.
When I was in high school and college, there was this little thing my teachers and professors called a "rough draft". Let me back up. Before we even got to the point of a rough draft, there was another little thing they liked to call an outline. Hang on. Before the outline came the research. Ok. So before we could even start writing the essay or thesis we were assigned, we first had to research our topic. The next step was, from our research, we had to create an outline. What did you learn from your research? What were some key elements and facts obtained about the point of study? Then, once an outline was created, we were then permitted to start our rough draft. *disclaimer* I've been out of school for over 12 yrs. If you are an English major (which I was not... lol!) and are gasping in horror from my inaccuracy, my apologies. I'm saying all of this more for the sake of example than for teaching someone how to write a fine piece of literature. Once the first draft was completed and submitted, it was usually returned, full of dashes, dots, lines, arrows and notes scribbled in every corner by the professor or teacher. Then came the second draft. If you were in tune with the instructor's expectations, you were probably spared the burden of having to submit a third draft. Thankfully, I was one of the fortunate ones who could pick up on what my professors were looking for and deliver by the second draft. Once the final draft was submitted and approved, you were then given the green light to create and turn in a final draft, The final draft was the goal; but in between, was a refining process.
Back to the question I first posed: how do you overcome the fear of beginning?
First, you give up the incessant need to be cute and pretty. A good example is of my 4 yr old son Matthew, who is learning how to write in preschool. At one point, he became so obsessed with perfection that he flatly refused to write anything on his paper. Instead, he dissolved into a puddle of tears and yelled, "I CAN'T DO IT!" helpful hint: You can't help anyone who refuses to demonstrate, no matter how imperfect, the goal they intend to reach, and likewise, you can't expect to improve anything you refuse to take out of your head and put on paper, on video, or whatever medium your goal conforms to. After some serious coaxing, I encouraged him to just move his pencil. Show me what he thought the letter may look like. Once he began to "move" his pencil, I could then see where I could help him write better and also praise what he was doing correctly.
Motherhood is no different from any other task we may face in life that seems imposing. There are days when I feel as if the job is too big for me. How do I raise two children without their father? "How" is such a deceptive little word that has gotten so many people in trouble. Don't ask how, just move. I brought my son home from the hospital. When I had a question, I called my mom. I fed him. I changed his diaper. I held him and changed his clothes. I bathed him. I took him to doctor visits. What if I had gotten lost in the land of "how"? That's not to say I did everything perfectly. I made my fair share of mistakes and still do. But four years later, I can say that we conquer our fear of beginning by assignment.
- Seek the face of God. Most of us already know what it is that we should be doing; it's that nagging little thing that leaps every time you see someone else doing it successfully while you're still stuck in park. However, there are those who sincerely do not know what it is that they should be doing and have not yet identified their gift, purpose or passion. Bottom line is that prayer brings direction. If you want to know where to go, ask the One who sent you in the first place. "It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves", right?
- Don't be afraid to get dirty. Rarely does anything come together in the first run. Artists usually have more than one version of their final work of art, writers go through several drafts before finding the one that makes the final cut and pleases the editors. It is in the exercise and use of a thing that it develops and perfects itself. So what you lose your voice after 3 minutes of singing or aren't too sure about proper punctuation?! GET MOVING. Instead of waiting for your success to be something that falls into your hands like a winning lottery ticket, think of it as something that you're creating, much like a picture or like an athlete training for a competition.
- Assign yourself a task. There are certain duties that come along with each goal or aspiration. If it's mothering, it's the care of your child's physical and emotional needs. If you desire to get into shape, it's investing in a good pair of sneakers or paying for a gym membership. If it is writing, it's doing research on the topic you desire to write about and from that research creating an outline.
- Find someone to whom you can be accountable. If you are writing, that would be a friend, colleague or relative with enough compassion to encourage you along but enough guts to get out the red ink pen when you have too many run-on sentences.This person will be your motivation on days you feel less than stellar and can also help you create "mini assignments" that lead you back to the main goal.
God blesses the works of our hands, not the folding of them. Whether you're like me, and your assignment is to raise children or your assignment is to start your own business, conquering the "fear of beginning" can be done.
Don't dismay because the task seems to big for you. If it's too big for you, that means that there will be others who come alongside to help you. Receive the help in the Name of the Lord and move FORWARD!
Inspirational Song of the Moment:
The song "Champion" by Darwin Hobbs has ministered to me on many occasion. In need of a spiritual energy boost? This song will do it!
Prayer Point: Father, I ask in the Name of Your Son Jesus Christ for the strength, wisdom and capacity to conquer my fear of beginning. As I take steps in the direction of my goal, may You send those alongside who will mentor and inspire me. Thank You for the assurance that a Champion (The Spirit of The Lord Jesus Christ) lives within me!
"Champion" by Darwin Hobbs
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