“The Ugly Duckling” by: Hans Christian Anderson (some close insights on this story)….

The “original story” here, and my commentary follows: 

It was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country.

In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood.

In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors.

The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves.

Their mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young ducks, when they found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother; “Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson’s field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated herself again on the nest.

“Well, how are you getting on?” asked an old duck, who paid her a visit.

“One egg is not hatched yet,” said the duck, “it will not break. But just look at all the others, are they not the prettiest little ducklings you ever saw? They are the image of their father, who is so unkind, he never comes to see.”

“Let me see the egg that will not break,” said the duck; “I have no doubt it is a turkey’s egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid of the water. I quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could not get them to venture in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a turkey’s egg; take my advice, leave it where it is and teach the other children to swim.”

“I think I will sit on it a little while longer,” said the duck; “as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.”

“Please yourself,” said the old duck, and she went away.

At last the large egg broke, and a young one crept forth crying, “Peep, peep.” It was very large and ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, “It is very large and not at all like the others. I wonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I have to push it myself.”

On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock leaves, so the mother duck took her young brood down to the water, and jumped in with a splash. “Quack, quack,” cried she, and one after another the little ducklings jumped in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up again in an instant, and swam about quite prettily with their legs paddling under them as easily as possible, and the ugly duckling was also in the water swimming with them.

“Oh,” said the mother, “that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat.”

When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two families were fighting for an eel’s head, which, after all, was carried off by the cat. “See, children, that is the way of the world,” said the mother duck, whetting her beak, for she would have liked the eel’s head herself. “Come, now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don’t you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don’t turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say ‘quack.’”

The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, “Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don’t want him here,” and then one flew out and bit him in the neck.

“Let him alone,” said the mother; “he is not doing any harm.”

“Yes, but he is so big and ugly,” said the spiteful duck “and therefore he must be turned out.”

“The others are very pretty children,” said the old duck, with the rag on her leg, “all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.”

“That is impossible, your grace,” replied the mother; “he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed;” and then she stroked his neck and smoothed the feathers, saying, “It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.”

“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old duck. “Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel’s head, you can bring it to me.”

And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by all the poultry. “He is too big,” they all said, and the turkey cock, who had been born into the world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in full sail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to go, and was quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the whole farmyard.

So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse. The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and sisters were unkind to him, and would say, “Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you,” and his mother said she wished he had never been born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last he ran away, frightening the little birds in the hedge as he flew over the palings.

“They are afraid of me because I am ugly,” he said. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and sorrowful.

In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they stared at their new comrade. “What sort of a duck are you?” they all said, coming round him.

He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not reply to their question. “You are exceedingly ugly,” said the wild ducks, “but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.”

Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese, or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egg long, and were very saucy. “Listen, friend,” said one of them to the duckling, “you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.”

“Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. “Pop, pop,” echoed far and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees, overlooking the rushes.

The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it floated away across the water, a number of sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away his head to hide it under his wing, and at the same moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully.

He thrust his nose close to the duckling, showing his sharp teeth, and then, “splash, splash,” he went into the water without touching him, “Oh,” sighed the duckling, “how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.” And so he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over him.

It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he could hardly struggle against it.

Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued so violent, that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and got a shelter for the night.

A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, “My little son,” was a great favorite; he could raise his back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks from his fur if it were stroked the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so she was called “Chickie short legs.” She laid good eggs, and her mistress loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.

“What is that noise about?” said the old woman, looking round the room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home. “Oh what a prize!” she exclaimed, “I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck’s eggs. I must wait and see.”

So the duckling was allowed to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always said, “We and the world,” for they believed themselves to be half the world, and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such doubts.

“Can you lay eggs?” she asked. “No.” “Then have the goodness to hold your tongue.” “Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?” said the tom cat. “No.” “Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking.” So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air came into the room through the open door, and then he began to feel such a great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not help telling the hen.

“What an absurd idea,” said the hen. “You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would pass away.”

“But it is so delightful to swim about on the water,” said the duckling, “and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to the bottom.”

“Delightful, indeed!” said the hen, “why you must be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman—there is no one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her head?”

“You don’t understand me,” said the duckling.

“We don’t understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing of myself. Don’t imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.”

“I believe I must go out into the world again,” said the duckling.

“Yes, do,” said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other animals, because of its ugly appearance.

Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him.

All this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness.

They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with excitement.

He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement.

The winter grew colder and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from freezing, but every night the space on which he swam became smaller and smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he moved, and the duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, to keep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.

Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk about the room.

Then the woman clapped her hands, which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub, and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and screamed, and tumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newly fallen snow.

It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had passed, he found himself lying one morning in a moor, amongst the rushes. He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all around was beautiful spring.

Then the young bird felt that his wings were strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air. They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water. The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy than ever.

“I will fly to those royal birds,” he exclaimed, “and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter.”

Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings.

“Kill me,” said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death.

But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan.

To be born in a duck’s nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan’s egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.

Into the garden presently came some little children, and threw bread and cake into the water.

“See,” cried the youngest, “there is a new one;” and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously, “There is another swan come; a new one has arrived.”

Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, “The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty.” And the old swans bowed their heads before him.

Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.”

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COMMENTARY

If they ONLY knew….what the END result was. But its ok. God knows. And thats ALL that matters.

“The Ugly Duckling” what a LESSON this story has! Remember his CRITICS? My Pastor says: “Let it roll off, like a ducks back”

He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds……Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.” **what are your critics saying?**

And you know there was some jealous swan’s out there….lusting after the beauty he had. BUT, do you honestly THINK they would have been willing to go through the SAME persecution HE went through to get there? NOPE. You NEVER know the STORY behind someones BLESSING.

And its funny how the author MADE SURE he talked about the seasons changing….wow. Then when I thought about the story…I thought about how INTENSE and MEAN the others where …to him…and how deep hurt settled inside of him…BUT he NEVER envyed their beauty….then when he just said forget it, and went back and saw them coming he was like KILL ME, and they then embraced him and told him that he was the most beautiful wow…

Then the ones that stood back in awe….wanting to be him. Then I thought about how people in these days and times act. And then I was like IF THEY ONLY KNEW 1/10th of what the person had to GO THROUGH to get there….and get what they have….WOW. BUT GOD.

Wait a minute…I just had another insight on the story of “The Ugly Duckling” now correct me if I am wrong…this morning when I read the story, I noticed, ANYBODY that was NOT speaking into & encouraging the duck, he DIDN’T STAY around. I wonder why….smart DUCK! 🙂 WOW.

I don’t know about you, but there’s something about the simple things in life. There are LESSONS EVERYWHERE and IN EVERYTHING. Let’s have fun…but sometimes…these things deserve a SECOND look. It doesn’t matter if its a childrens book, or something else….there are NUGGETS to be found. WOW…I am lost for words. And to THINK that we think GOD is punishing us, when he takes away dead weight in our lives…once again I say…he is protecting ministry. WOW, all I can do is shake my head on this one….

Leadership…

“Contrary to popular belief, a leader does follow, to be a leader you MUST know how to follow…AND that leader MUST also know that, if HIS leader sees him about to WRECK ship…shouldn’t he be told? I’d rather be told, b/c its no guarantee that you’ll recover after you shipwreck.”

 

-Debra White-Browne

Entertaining Counterfiets…

Sara loved her husband so bad, she knew he really wanted a son.  So instead of waiting on GOD’s word he had spoken to her and her husband she thought she would take matters into her own hand.  So she gave her handmaiden to Abraham.

Sometimes we want something so bad that we will run the risk or getting hurt and damage entertaining counterfeits and “Ishmeals”. Instead of waiting on God.  Why are we so quick to jump on the bandwagon at the first thing coming that “says what we want to hear” just because its well versed in language doesn’t always make it right to fit the bill. Once we open up and start entertaining it, not being covered under God…then God can’t always protect us…because it was our wills (which he will not supercede) that get us in trouble.

Can GOD trust you?

GOD trusted JOSEPH with PAIN….and Joseph walked it out.  Can you IMAGINE the pain that he suffered and all the times he asked GOD why me Lord?  When GOD gives you a PROMISE its beautiful….when you say “YES LORD” its even more beautiful….but folks we have GOT to trust GOD.  To whom MUCH is given MUCH is required….   For the PURE annointing, blessings, and PROMISES, you HAVE to go through.  Do you think a 5 STAR General goes from a infant to General in a few days?  No, there is training, TRIALS and situations HE MUST grow THROUGH NOT just go through ON AUTO pilot.  He must be TRIED and PROVEN that he NOT only can BOUNCE back from adversity and hard times….but HE MUST be able to HEAR the VOICE of his commanding officer (GOD) and be able to WALK OUT “ANYTHING” that comes his way.  In order to win and be able to MINISTER to others you have to have a PROVEN track record.  Don’t charge GOD but SERVE the DEVIL notice that you will hold your HEAD up HIGH and WALK out this JOURNEY to the GLORY of GOD.  Because Dear FRIENDS its NOT for you, its for the GLORY of GODS Kingdom. Be blessed and accept that this is a FIXED fight and you ARE VICTORIOUS no MATTER what it feels like, looks like, or sounds like.  Trust GOD for “THE” expected END! 

-Debra White Browne

Change (continued)

In addition to an earlier post….it is amazing to me that in a matter of mins or hours the weather can change so quickly! This morning I was telling the boys on the way to school OMG ITS SO COLD….now its like omg…I’ve got to take this coat off! A lot of times the cold can cause so many issues to arise. Pipes bursting, increased utility bills, sickness, runny, and stuffy nose….but in a matter of minutes the temperature can change reversing a lot of the above mention things….causing everything to line back up.

As I look back over my life I just shake my head. My cousin said now….if I was in my younger days with the wisdom I had now man…..I could really be a force to be reackon (spelling lol) with….well folks imagine that?

But with that being said lets focus on where we are right now. Can you imagine how much more productive we could be if we just roll with the punches, learn from adversity, develop healthy coping skills, and understand how nature works?

You’re probably saying what does nature have to do with it? Well, all truth is parallel….we can learn a lot if we just slow down long enough to observe the beauty around us and allow the love of God saturate and flood our negatives with positives. Today is a new day, yesterday is gone. The tears I cried yesterday is gone. The midnight hour is gone. Today is another opportunity!

-Debra

Silent Conversations (November 11, 2012)

Sitting here with eyes closed, I make secret quiet conversations with God. The room is still quiet and the only sound not heard is LOUD bold silent cry of my heart.

I think about my future, the present and how I look through his eyes.

I know he hears my petition, he heard, and he is yet hearing my silent conversations. He remembers and he is making provision, he is preparing. “He is answering.”

One conversation the one that my heart speaks everyday all day, the one conversation.

In his eyes, who am I. God how do I look before you today?

Still moments in time my heart weighs a million tons. Progressive moments in times, my heart knows no gravity.

Still moments in time, I wonder, I ask, I converse, how do I look in your eyes? Progressive moments in time I remain the apple of his eyes. His diamond hidden from seen and unseen dangers.

Through his eyes, I ask…how do I look today, how do I sound, Father?

A little girl who fears no boundaries in his Kingdom, I dance in a field full of flowers. They are numbered like the sand on the beaches that I love so dear. That field, well it represents my dreams. They are so many, so so many….through his eyes, I wonder how do I look? How do I sound today? I ask my Father?

Quiet moments in time, conversations with him have no limit. To sit among people, but be years away in time, having conversations with God. Boldly I yearn for his reply to saturate my heart and overwhelm me, to search for conversation when I walk into his Glory and to have conversations unspoken.

Silent conversations turned tears collected by God. Written in his book collected in his bottle. Silent conversations labeled, dated, and stamped with his promises.

Silent conversation spoken by the heart, felt by the soul, manifested in tears.

He hears, he heard, and he is hearing, all of your silent conversations.

-dwb

Small beginnings….

Good morning everyone! Its been a while I know, shame on me!!! What blogger doesn’t blog often. Yes, that would be me.
I have had SO much to write, but I usually sum it up in a quote. Well, those quotes aren’t satisfying my NEED, yes NEED to write.
The bible says: Zechariah 4:10. Do not despise the day of small things. Truth, to say the least. I’m a people watcher, I will admit, lol. It started when I was young and I still WATCH, these days its replaced with the shaking of my head in total disgust. I have tried SO MANY times to disable my FB page for an undetermined amount of time. NO success. I have tired to be consistent with Twitter and it goes well, then it falls off. Sometimes you just want to be heard. But in God’s time.
I don’t mind the small beginnings because its a lot to be learned. A lot to observe. There is a reason why I love Sociology! On twitter you either have to know the RIGHT people, publish a book (which is a work in progress), or make the news (please don’t commit a crime), or do something else. I’d rather just work on the book. 
Matthew 20: 1-16 tells us quite a few things. There is so much work to be done in the vineyard but the laborers are few. What are we doing in God’s Kingdom? I sit and talk with God often. There is SO MANY things I would like to do, places I would like to go, people I’d like to meet, and its all about not drilling GOD in them but showing and teaching them a better more effective way to live peacefully and successfully in this life. Yes, I agree it can be a hard pill to swallow at times but I find it much easier with Jesus. The quality of life improves so much in just having a relationship with Christ. Everyone has their own agenda but does it really include reaching the lost at any cost?
Believing to Knowing, Inc is my non-profit business in which my vision is HUGE, its larger than I can hold right now. The passion, drive, and the will to do is BIG. I am still working to get people to see the VISION. How does one do that? I have people on the board willing and ready to set up and make it happen. Its not about fame and fortune its about the souls, lives, and the hearts of hurting people all over the world. Remember the movie a few good men? Well, that’s where I am now. Stuck between passion and getting the VISION known.
Small beginnings. Its going to happen, that’s a given. God said it and his word never hits the ground void. Who out there is willing to invest in a vision and follow it through to fruition?
The power of one starts with one. I’m walking and trusting in GOD. Believing to Knowing, Inc will become a household name. As I sit here today and write this blog at 9:51am eastern time on January 26, 2013. It will happen.
If you haven’t done so already please show your support and share with your friends the FACEBOOK page: Believing to Knowing, Inc!
I encourage you, just like me….continue to fuel your passion. Joseph and countless others in God’s word also started with a dream & vision. Don’t let it die. Continue to feed it daily and trust in God even if it starts out small.
The vineyard is ready. Let’s work!

The Master’s Game Plan

At times while sitting in Church, the word is like CONFIRMATION in my situation. GOD is amazing, not amazing in that he surprises me in what he does, but how he did it in the word. What he does is part of his NATURE. The VERY NATURE of GOD. He amazes me because he keeps proving himself over and over, he confirms and teaches me to embrace comfort through his word.  His motive, and desire for our lives, is to make us step by step, walk out his word of and use it to GUID, TEACH, DELIVER,CHASE, PUSH, and PROVOKE us to make it in our lives.

Sunday as I was getting dressed God showed up. Why does GOD come to us when we are getting dressed, perhaps this is a good time because he has our attention.  I guess because a lot of us, can process information better during this time.

As I was getting dressed, the Holy Spirit said: Just trust in GOD, just trust him. Trust him. For who else can you trust?

I said okay GOD, I hear you.

SO I went on about my business.

So Sunday morning service and continuing to that afternoon, really just put the icing on the cake.

A lot of times I am just sitting in church I am listening, but I am also processing, and GOD gives me revelation for my own situations.

I am also praising GOD and singing a new song of GLORY and honor to GOD.

Today, I had to take my son to the doctor. So by me having the day off, I was able to stop by my sister’s house and spoil the kids (she had a in home day care during this this time).

As I was there with her, she went upstairs, and I had laid Little Ray (Sugar Ray Leonard, because his cry STINGS LIKE A BEE, I laid him down, and picked up her Bible and began to read about Moses.

When GOD came to Moses, he gave him the GAME PLAN of what he was going to have him do Moses did not want to go.

I said to myself, what kind of sense does that make? So I was processing this, I said, GOD. HELP ME because a lot of times, GOD summons us and gives us the game plan…..YET we STILL do not TRUST enough in GOD to do it.

We sit in church, NOD and say amen, glory, hallelujah, leave church go home, yet living a life YET still defeated? Why? Because we doubt GOD. We worry.

I said, GOD help me. I mean, GOD is our coach. A coach is chosen in life, because of his expertise in the area of any given sport. He gives you a game plan, because he knows it will WORK, EVEN MORE so with GOD, his game plan is THE GAME PLAN.

Why trust in MAN? Because although a coach he knows and has been training on his knowledge of the sport, sometimes things don’t go as planned, BUT the good thing about GOD is….he is the COACH, and his word is VALIDATED!  God’s GAME PLAN is the GOD-BREATHED WORD OF GOD!

He is the coach of all coaches, he is the GREAT I am!  His plans NEVER FAIL, we fail the plan.

Moses had the NERVE to say: And what if they don’t believe.

WHAT! NON-SENSE!

We are just like Moses!

We have the goods, but we are afraid to fail. God has come up with a game plan, gave us the paper, and said now go forth and DO, yet we still, are saying why me Lord? Can you get someone else more qualified? We are going through hell and high water because GOD is qualifying us! He has already gave you the keys, he has already worked it out in OUR favor, now just shut up and GO do! You are wasting TIME!

So, when my sister came downstairs, we just talked about GOD.

Not complex, just simple.

Why do people sit in church, say amen, and GO home DEFEATED?

2 Timothy 3. Always hearing but never coming into the KNOWLEDGE OF GOD!

I told Dee, little faith is what we have when we first accepted Christ.  The mustard seed was good at the time (and still is)….but the Bible says: You of LITTLE faith, so apparently like my friend preached one time, as the life progresses you have increase your faith.

Your MINDSET, speech, and FAITH size MUST increase.

Yes its natural to worry, but to worry yourself SICK and WEARY, over a situation you can’t control? Worrying is the EXPECTATION that GOD will fail you! WHAT? Yes, instead of you EXPECTING GOD to overturn in your situation, you continue to DOUBT HIM. He has given you POWER and PROMISES! If you WORRY, your expectation is that GOD hasn’t made a way. Your expectation is that HE hasn’t worked it out.

Perhaps GOD is having you to go though because it’s a LESSON to be learned. Perhaps your faith needs to increase. Perhaps you are always hearing, but never coming into the FULL knowledge of….

Perhaps you are in the situation longer then you were suppose to be because your MINDSET, DOUBT, and sword of your tongue is killing all possibility.

So, this is what GOD has been giving me.

I tell you, I KNOW I haven’t arrived, and I have TONS of growing to do, but as I told Dee, I told GOD…just help me to restructure my speech, my mentality, and help me to TRUST in you!

When all else fails, TRUST IN GOD’S GAME PLAN!

“A Tree Frog Story”

Once there were four little tree frogs who decided to climb to the top of the tallest tree. As they began to climb, a crowd of other frogs gathered at the bottom to cheer and to jeer.

As they started their climb, someone at the bottom shouted out, “You’ll never get to the top of that tree.” And all the frogs at the bottom joined the chant, “You’ll never to get to the top of that tree.”

And, one little frog fell off!

But the other three continued the climb despite the chant at the bottom, “You’ll never get to the top of that tree!” It grew louder, “YOU’LL NEVER GET TO THE TOP OF THAT TREE.”

And… another little frog fell off!

But two continued to get higher and higher up the trunk of that tree. Louder and louder the chant went on. “YOU’LL NEVER GET TO THE TOP OF THAT TREE…YOU’LL NEVER GET TO THE TOP OF THAT TREE!”

And…the third frog fell off!

The fourth though continued the climb. Despite the jeers, he continued to climb. Little by little he continued his climb. The jeers began to turn to cheers until triumphantly he reached the top of the tree.

The frogs at the bottom of the tree began to question, “How’d he do that?”

Until finally, his friends spoke up…

“HE’S DEAF!”

-Author Unknown

Redefining Beauty

Must I be tall, slim or thin?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Must I have long hair, straight without natural curl?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Must I be flawless like the little Barbie that I had?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Must I seek the approval of a man to validate me?

Or should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Must I hide behind layers of foundation?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Must I bleach my skin to get the part?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Should I run to the nearest cosmetic surgeon?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Must I compete to be among the best dressed?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

Should I hide behind closed doors because I am ashamed?

Should I allow the media to dictate who I am?

I am here to redefine beauty.

I am here to redefine beauty, I come in different shapes, sizes, and heights.

I am here to redefine beauty, My hair comes in different lengths, textures, styles, and its natural.

I am here to redefine beauty, I am not flawless, because I am real.

I am here to redefine beauty, I don’t need validation from anyone, I hold my beauty in my eyes.

I am here to redefine beauty, Because I am not afraid to go natural, it is natural that God made me.

I am here to redefine beauty, I don’t have to bleach my skin to attempt to hide my unique self.

I am here to redefine beauty, I don’t have to be under the knife of a Doctor.

I am here to redefine beauty, no need to recreate my wardrobe, I spice up anything I wear with what I have.

I am here to redefine beauty, I walk with my head up, and my confidence turned up because I am what I am, no need to prove anything!

Whomever you are…whatever makes you who you are…be proud, and wear it well. For beauty IS in the eye of the beholder!