We are living in evil times, and this stirs up bad memories . “White” people treated “black” people like they were not humans. But the record shows that white people were cruel beyound words. Their actions now disgust their own children, who were feed lies about their bravery, smartness, and being self-made men. These are the same men who built the present day conglomerants on the backs of black people wrongly imprisoned and held in peon servitude (false indebtedness). “You evil doers fustrate the plans of the innocent, but God is able to rescue them. (And He has). God is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. I will sing praises to His name, for He has been good to me. God has made himself known and the Truth has made “black” people free” (Bible). Happy Black History Month. Did anyone watch this, what did you think? I would like to have the book by Mr. Douglass A. Blackmon, to give to my church because it was a “Seed” born out of the corruption of slavery in 1870. And we must let the next generation know, that corruption leads to destruction.
Trying to be authentic? Stay humble and true to your roots. Recognize you’re not in this alone and that you’re just a small piece of the puzzle. Stay humble.
Now-days, I hear a lot of trust being put into these words; “what God has for me it is for me”. Whatever happened to “I will bless you and you will be a blessing to all the nations”? Stay humble, stay true.
It’s was easy to be humble when everybody around me was the same and there were no egos in need of praise. I was authentic while I was walking alone. I was authentic when I spoke from my own thoughts and understanding. When I didn’t hear the other voice of my inner being, saying trust me and lean not to your own understanding. So now my story is “Stay Humble” my “Promise Seed” because HIS-Story has taught me that’s the best way. Acknowledge God in all your ways and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Hussssh…I hear that still small voice…my gift from God…my Promise Seed…gentle and comforting…meek and mild…a hound from heaven…a Lion…everywhere I am. In season and out, you are fruitful. Like a tree planted by streams of cystal clear water you run through my viens, and my passion is only for you. I can never stray too far from you because you keep your Promise Seed within. Stay humble my Promise Seed, for the meek shall inherite the whole land. Your are LORD of Lords, and KING of Kings in my heart.