Nothing can separate

Just got home from passing water to the homeless in downtown Atlanta. I have to admit, it’s always a humbling experience when serving the Lord’s people who are less fortunate, but for some reason, my eyes were REALLY opened this evening when I was walking around downtown Atlanta and realizing that NOTHING separates-the person with water-and them-the people without.

I have done NOTHING to deserve the roof over my head; my abilities are few, my praise is always lacking, and yet God continues to provide for me daily. I fret about he fact that I don’t have a “real” job right now but in truth; isn’t my God big enough to provide? One week ago I received a financial miracle that blows my mind, and yet each day I continually wake up soaked in a sweat of fear; fear that another day will go by and I won’t have the job I was hoping for.

I think about these men and woman who are lining the streets of Atlanta. They were like me; looking for a job, living in a house or apartment; average. There is nothing that separates us; I could be them. And thinking about that makes me feel a variable of emotions: fear, praise, confusion, dedication, admiration.

In the end, my feelings mean nothing if I am not continually going to God. For some reason, only known to Him, He loves us unconditionally. He loves me unconditionally. Nothing can separate me from that love.

I don’t even know if this entry is making sense to anyone other than me; but I feel like God was speaking to me tonight. Maybe I need to wrap my mind around these thoughts before I type them up, but I made a decision to make myself more transparent (as I typically remain very private). So here are my thoughts; raw, unplugged, if you will. It’s all I’ve got for now. Maybe more later…maybe not.

HAH, thanks for reading. Be blessed!


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I am a 32 year old teacher in Georgia, originally from Ohio (Go Buckeyes!). I am also a singer and I recently taught myself how to play guitar. For fun, I enjoy reading and lots of Netflix binges, which is my American right! I have also been known to cycle, run half marathons, and do just about whatever I set my mind to. A charming shepherd-mix dog named Kingsley lives with me and keeps me laughing at his antics at every turn. I am learning how to love the life I live with each passing day. Sometimes it's easy...other times, I write about it.

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