The Sweet Water Bucket vs. Acid

Me and Dad

I was talking to a friend and he introduced me to a new concept. He proposed that, “if you’re walking around with a bucket of sweet water when someone bumps into you, it will get all over you two, and the same occurs if you walk around with a bucket of acid.”

In the course of this conversation the friend thought I was being used to minister to him; all the while, he was also being used to minister to me. You see, I have some unresolved issues with my father. For those of you who follow my writings, you are aware that my father has a history of struggling with drug and alcohol abuse. I have surveyed some of the issues that I perceive my siblings to have as a result of it, and have yet to fully examine myself.

To that point, listening to my friend’s story as circumstances would have it, a father with a daughter who won’t speak to him, I have learned of the pain I have caused myself by “judging a man before walking a day in his moccasins”.

This means that I have always, somewhere in the back of my mind, judged my father’s actions as being done “to” me. When in actuality, his actions have had absolutely nothing to do with me. As I listen to my friend’s struggles with pain that he has carried around for many long years of his life, I have resolved that I don’t want to become an old bitter woman resenting my father, and others who have little significance in my life because they took an action that reminds me of the sense of abandonment I have felt due to my father’s lifestyle.

In different spaces of my life as an adult, my father has made efforts to reach out to me; quite frankly my choice to receive him or reciprocate depends on my mood during the current time. I desire to change this today. I desire to see him as the human being he is isolated from any title he possesses by relation: be that father, former husband, brother, uncle, grandfather, friend, lover, etc. Just imagine what good there could come in the world if we could all take a step back and view a man for just that, being a man. Understanding that each man is faced with his own series of tests, trials, and dilemmas. And each man does the best that he knows how given his circumstances, in most instances choosing the most accessible pain medicine available to ease his re-occurring woes that he has found too difficult to bear.

The irony for us all, is that we pursue different options to treat our symptoms temporarily; yet run from Christ who possesses the only true antidote. I won’t leave you here, because this notion does not seem attainable for many of us because we get lost in the grandioseness of God and the religiosity that the world has painted on our God. What I will leave you with is the notion of honesty. This is,in fact, a never ending journey. It is up to us to wake up everyday and choose the substance that will perfect us overtime. Notice I said “every day”. This is not a one puff, cure all situation.

Now that I have gotten completely naked before you, I pray that you will have the courage to get completely naked before Christ. As always, He’s waiting.

Love to All!

God Bless.

Psalm 34:19 “Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the LORD delivers him out of them all.”

Jeremiah 30:17 “For I will restore health unto you, and I will heal you of your wounds, saith the Lord.”

Isaiah 53:4-5 “Surely He hath borne our griefs (Hebrew: sicknesses) and carried our sorrows (Hebrew: pains) yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and by His stripes we are healed.”

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Testimony Thursday

I stumbled across this little boy’s voice on my friend’s page this morning and Lord knows it blessed my Soul (Yes, as my friend Joshua Scott reminded me just yesterday, I have always been an ole lady at heart)! This was originally posted in February from what I can tell & God is still using it and him.  *See my facebook page (Valencya Thompson) for video.

A beautiful moment in technology and social media. I know it is Throwback Thursday, but I’ma call it Testify Thursday. As I heard his car accident testimony, I recalled my own, one in particular. Those of you who have known me long enough may recall my worst accident that I was a passenger in while riding with a peer in high school. My own brother Rickey Taylor was quoted to say he thought I might die and when I returned to school following that summer Kasi Gerhardt even embraced me in tears stating she thought I was dead.

I recall regaining full conciousness around the next day or so in the hospital bed arguing with my family about needing to go to work at McDonald’s and they nicely checked me, as I had no awareness of my condition, and only knew I was sore. I struggled against my family’s will out of the bed because I had the urge to use the restroom only to collapse down to the floor. I soon learned how weak my body was, as someone assisted me. I recall standing with the support of the bathroom sink catching a glimpse of my reflection for the first time. I was astonished by the blood, cuts, & scrapes on my swollen face, as I heard my family discuss whether they thought I would be okay with the way I looked because they feared it might be permanent and because of my self-consciousness. I cried alone for a while and rejoined them. I was advised by doctors that there was shattered glass remaining in my arm and face & that it eventually would resurface on its own. You know I can recall pulling glass from my chinline even after college. Won’t God do it?! All that remains are scars on the bottom of my right arm. Overwhelmed by grace & mercy. I have Purpose. You have Purpose. We all have Purpose!

These photos demonstrate what remains today at 31 years young!

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