For many people, the idea of being “blessed” is somehow automatically thought to be physical rewards in our lives. Whether it be a brand new car, a rewarding career, living in a beautiful home, having access to more money than you can count – when some people come across situations like these, they may think that the person in question is by all means “blessed.” No one is wrong to think or to believe that such successes are indeed blessings from God. What is not right is when individuals who are having a hard time in life, when nothing seems to be going the way that they want, or when they start to compare their lives to non-believers that are more successful than they are start to feel, think or believe that they have not been blessed at all. Despite what you may be going through, you are still blessed! But, in what other ways are we all blessed, other than the ways people deem obvious? View Post
Do you trust your intuition?
For a very long time, I had not. There have been many situations both big and quite small – where something deep inside of me would say “Tenille, stop… something is not right” or “Tenille, they are lying” and I’ll go ahead and finish what I was doing or I chose to believe a person anyway. I can feel the words deep inside of my heart and also in my mind, actually causing me to pause and have second and third thoughts about whatever situation that I am in at that moment. Years later, I would find out that my intuition was right for every single one of those times, looking after my well-being while my naivety did otherwise. View Post
I want to share with you all a short story. Trying to stay upbeat and positive – today was just not the day for me. I was having a really stressful time at work. I am currently learning a new desk and starting tomorrow, I will be on it by myself for the next few weeks. By the middle of the day, I found myself extremely overwhelmed with the amount of work, the rate at which it was coming to me, and having to cram new information down last minute that I will need to know to do the job efficiently. I complained to a couple of people, while another handful voiced a change in my demeanor. With that, I quickly grabbed my purse and headed out the door, looking to clear my head completely during lunch.
During my break, I logged into Facebook. The very first thing that I saw was a post from an old high-school classmate. She spoke about how she was initially going to post a complaint, but instead would give God thanks. What she shared immediately made me think of how I was feeling all that morning while on the clock, and what my mind should actually be focused on instead. She said in part:
But when I got on here & turned on The News & seen the People of Texas that Spirit of Complaining left Me Immediately! I Wanna say this instead, “Give Thanks Inspite of!”, “Give Thanks in The Mist of!”, “Praise HIM in Advance!”, “Know that HE WILL Make a Way out of No Way!” & That Nothing is More Important than to WAKE UP WITH YOUR LIFE!!!!! Everything Else Can Be Recovered but Once a Life is Loss it Can NOT! Amen!
When I read that status, I couldn’t help to feel touched, and I’ll admit, even a bit emotional. View Post
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night from a deep sleep. But instead of rolling over to get more comfortable, you cannot move at all. You can’t open our eyes or even utter a word. Your whole body is paralyzed in fear. You can feel a presence with you. Sometimes it just stands over you, or sits next to you in bed. You can feel your bed sinking, or lifting up. Your ankles are grabbed and your dragged further down to the foot of your bed, or your arms are pulled behind you. Maybe you feel pressure on your chest, or scratches down your back. It doesn’t end for what seems a lifetime. But then suddenly, you’re able to move and jump out of bed. You’re a sweaty mess… frightened, confused, and unsure if you should tell anyone about what’s going on because, lets face it, who’s gonna believe you???
This was my life for about a year as a 16 year old teenager. This is my true story. View Post