WHEN YOU...

Jesus kept me. I know if he did it…I know if he did it… I know if he did it… for me, for me, for me, for me, for me, for me, for me, for me…He will delight… in doing it for you.


                                                                                – Yolanda Adams






When you’ve been kept through some hard trials and temptations and you recognize and remember those experiences… it becomes that much easier to wrap your arms around the next person who is in the midst of their trials and temptations.


When you know what it is like to stand on sinking sand – even if it’s momentarily – and you’ve been snatched up and saved by a hand that didn’t wait for you to learn your lesson… it becomes that much easier to look for and to spot those who are regressing.


When you’ve been the recipient of and appreciated a blessing that you didn’t deserve…it becomes that much easier to extend yourself to the next person who may not deserve your sacrifice or assistance.


When you allow the quiet to fill the room, and you realize that even in your worst moments, He never left you…it becomes easier to accept the challenge of choosing people you will never turn your back on, despite those painful moments of miscommunication or inconsistency that almost always pops up in any close relationship.


When you deflate your ego, the compliments, and the misleading affirmations of “you did it”, not only do you see that you weren't always faithful, obedient or trustful…it becomes easier to answer the question, “How did you do it?” with a response that doesn’t start and stop at “I worked hard.”


When you know the world was trying to make you think you were going to lose your mind, and it failed because a peace that passes understanding covered you…it becomes easier to remind another that, faith alone can be the source of a smile, a laugh, or a “thank you in advance.”
 
When you’ve stretched your hands to people whom you know love you or want to love you, and the limitations of their humanity silently responded with, “I still can’t save you”…it becomes easier to close your eyes and to repeat Yolanda’s closing words:


Father I stretch,
my hands to thee,
no other help,
can’t go nowhere else.
If you don’t bless me,
I can’t be blessed.
If you don’t touch me,
I can’t be held.
Yeahhhh. 
Yeah.




Be blessed,
Kaloma