Tag: keep on keeping on

On this particular day

Featured ~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 15 Comments

On this particular day I decided I feel like writing about my most recent “big life change”. It has been two long years for me(with my breast cancer journey), and after MANY resumes I landed a wonderful job.

God did for me what I could not do for myself. I was getting many computer auto generated, thank you for your application but we will not be moving forward with you at this time. For the life of me I could not figure out why. All jobs I was more than qualified for. All jobs I was more than capable of doing, and doing well.

One day an email came back personalized with sincerely, and a name attached. So I felt God leading me to call this company, and ask what I was doing wrong or how I could change my game to have my resume considered. This gentleman said he had never had anyone ever do this. He was intrigued. I was invited in that day to interview with him, and two other’s from the Human Resources Department. I was amped, and felt God was moving mountains.

As we walked out after the interview he said it was a pleasure, and he would call me on Monday. Well he did indeed call me, and said I was in the running. He needed three professional references, and if they checked out I would not be called in for a second interview like he originally intended. He said they hoped to have this buttoned up by Wednesday. He was very clear that I would know either way. Wednesday came, and went with no word.

In the interim I just kept praying as well I kept submitting other resumes. I did email him to thank him for the opportunity to interview, as well again on that Thursday to see where they were at in the deciding process. Silence all day, it was some what maddening.

Later that day after four, as my husband was turning the key to our door my phone rang. It was him, and I couldn’t contain my excitement. He was calling to offer me the job, and emailed me my offer letter. So God was moving mountains. God stepped in at a time where I was feeling so lost, and I needed to know why nothing was coming through. My guess was I have been out of work for three years. At 48 years old next month having the title of receptionist at a corporate office, of a very large company here is not to shabby. As well Monday through Friday is just awesome! My body is still tired, and it will take some getting used to. My brain though couldn’t handle much more of this being at home day in and day out business. My brain doesn’t do well when it is idle. As well I will be contributing again.

So on this particular day I wanted to share what God did for me. There is so much hope in my life today, and all by the grace of God. If you’re ever stuck, I am sharing this as proof of a God who does indeed move mountains. He is faithful when we go to Him, and cry out to Him in prayer. He hears our cries, and He is a loving God. So I say with much gratitude, Praise God for my new job. I will praise Him in the morning, and all day through. For my God always has my best, I start my new job Monday the 17th! Wohoo 🥳

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What are the chances

Featured ~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 4 Comments

What are chances even in the midst of a storm you can see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that still has yet to be revealed

What are the chances on a clearly cruddy day you can still lift your hands in praise with an attitude of gratitude because your heart Jesus can heal

What are the chances as the pandemic gets worse, and we are still wearing our masks you can muster a smile underneath for the gift of life you breathe. Being still knowing He is God

What are the chances as the fear of our nation grows and feeds off its sheep you can know Biden may be President but Jesus Christ is King

What are the chances I know for me I will not be under their lock and key. For Jesus my savior holds the world in His hands. Faith over Fear, what are the chances this is how you are living your life. You too can be set free

Have no fear Jesus is near, and He hears the cries of His people. Chances are He already knows how this story ends…amen!

“You’ve never gone too far that God can’t redeem you, restore you, forgive you, and give you a second chance”.

What are the chances He’s given given you already more than one. I know He has me

I’ll take my chances with my Savior and keep looking up, because He has picked me back up time and time again. Chances are He already knows how my story ends…

Forgiven II by Thomas Blackshear

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I wear my heart on my sleeve, I feel you, you, and you…

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 6 Comments

empathetic

[em-puh–thet-ik]

adjective

of, relating to, or characterized by empathy, the psychological identification with the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of others:

Wound as tight as a clock can’t get my brain to shut up, or stop

Wearing a multitude of hearts on my sleeve no reprieve for I share their tear stained pillows. I cry myself to sleep in the billows of their pain. I feel all of you. 

I feel you, and you, and you. You are rot with anxiety, I feel you. You have no beat in your heart, I feel you. You can’t look at your own reflection in the mirror, in want to not vomit at your image. I feel you. 

You were abaonded by all whom you thought loved you. I feel you. You gave into your self inflicted pain. I feel you. 

You are grief stricken, and heart sick. I feel you, you lost yourself in this life (your wife). I feel you. You are living out of your car with 2 kids, and a dog eating maybe once a day clothes wreak of body odor and mildew. Your kids look at you with disgust, you are a drunk. I feel you. 

Your son who has struggled with a heroin addiction since 8th grade, filled that needle one last time found a vein for his sweet realease. He overdosed for the third time, this time his heart could not fight he was pronounced dead upon a cold sterile table while you were away on vacation. The call you received left you breathless. A piano prodigy gone with the prick of a poisoned needle. His bipolar mental state too much for him to endure. So his addiction was his pleasure. The amount of heroin found in him to high for measure. A beautiful man too. I feel you. 

Your parents never gave you the time of day, they made you feel small. They never gave you affirmation or love. They had the nerve to call their own child mentally ill. They belittled you until their last breath. They never made effort for amends. They left the world leaving with no mention of you. You long to be adored, to what was always on their own accord. I feel you.

You went to shave your husband in his vegetative state, hoping his eyes just might open. It had been a year since the tragic accident. You had a hard decision to pull the plug. His body gaunt, and not a hint of life. One of the neatest men this life has met. You his wife would go home alone, married to just a silhouette. The time had come to kiss him goodbye. Your body bled you of the tears you cried. I feel you. 

You got fired from your job today, and your wife can’t work. Your rent is due tomorrow, and you have no means to pay it. The government assists you, but you still can’t keep afloat. You are running out of life boats. I feel you. 

Your dad and mom are alcoholics, and you were lost in translation. You never finshed school, and don’t even know how to drive. Your dad and mom divorced, which for you cried and cried. You don’t know what it means to be man. Your life has not set forth a plan. You were never taught a work ethic. You were forced to grow up much before your time. You don’t want to get too close to anyone at the fear of loss. You show few your pain as you see no purpose. Suck it up, and push through you were always told. No hand to hold. I feel you. 

You were asked to drink of a bitter cup, and nailed to a cross. A crown of thornes embedded in your head. People mocked your words, and spat on you. You had nail pierced hands, and feet. No food or drink, lashings until you were beat and your dripped blood slowly stained your body. You bore the sins of world, and died so that those who believe could have life. You hung until your last words “it is finished”. You died upon the cross. I feel you. You gave me breath of life, and then new life. You are my creator. I marvel at your sight. For there is no greater of than the love you give to me. I feel you. 

I am wound tight as a clock, and share their tear stained pillows. It is okay, I am getting to understand the empathitist that is me. The empathy that embodies me. I wear each of their shoes for a time to know their pain. Some I have lived first hand. Compassion and grace meet with me daily to converse. I cry for each and every one of them. Pray for each of them. I have wished for its stop, but then I would lack for some of my greatest virtues of all…So the tears they can not stop. There are more to come, so it is time to replace my pillow. I feel you.

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