Pray for Ferguson

by Tamika Eason on November 28, 2014

Before you put your hands up:

Eyes closed.

Mouth closed.

And heart wide open and bleeding for the broken–the black and the white.

This is not the time for everyone to have a voice, but for everyone to listen to One voice.

There isn’t an answer in the world that matters more than God’s amazing grace.

He always answers in grace, always heals out of His goodness; He always handles this world’s injustices for His glory.

This momma, this Thanksgiving, is looking to the hills for all of our help.Praying for you Ferguson with all of my heart.

 48 if they repent with all their mind and with all their heart in the land of their enemies, who carried them captive, and pray to you toward their land, which you gave to their fathers, the city that you have chosen, and the house that I have built for your name, 49 then hear in heaven your dwelling place their prayer and their plea, and maintain their cause 50 and forgive your people who have sinned against you, and all their transgressions that they have committed against you, and grant them compassion in the sight of those who carried them captive, that they may have compassion on them (2Kings 8:48-50)

 

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What We Need to Tell Our Daughters

by Tamika Eason on November 18, 2014

When the world is plastering pictures of backsides, we momma’s need to grab our babies. Even if they are soon turning the corner to sixteen, they need a momma more than ever.

Momma’s don’t you dare draw back from telling the God honest truth.

Momma’s could take a Joshua stand and save our house–save our skin and our daughter’s skin too.

It isn’t the Internet that holds all the cards–it’s the Incarnate Christ that came to call us all to the table on what the truth is. Christ is the game-changer to all this chaos. Christ hasn’t left us in the dark.

Bare skin doesn’t make you beautiful. Bare skin is sacred–meant to be saved. It’s what you keep covered for your covenant that is as sacred as your skin.

We keep trying to uncover the mystery of sex before it’s time. We keep wanting to touch skin with the wrong person. Sweet girls of mine, wait for the right sacred skin Jesus, Himself, will send you.

How can momma’s not cry out like labor all over again. Child, we still carry you in the womb, always willing to give you all the good we’ve got.

Sweet girls, all momma’s really got is the truth: Don’t do it the world’s way. You will short change what is sacred and lose the beauty of covenant. Don’t trade your treasure for a trick. Give God a fighting chance–first place.

5 Love God, your God, with your whole heart: love him with all that’s in you, love him with all you’ve got!

6-8 Write these commandments that I’ve given you today on your hearts. Get them inside of you and then get them inside your children. Talk about them wherever you are, sitting at home or walking in the street; talk about them from the time you get up in the morning to when you fall into bed at night (Deut. 6:5-8).

My sister said the perfect thing–I want all the young sisters to know it down to their core: Keep it Kingdom. Because everything you do matters in eternity, don’t marry yourself to lies told by this world’s father.

Covering your skin is  a holy statement. And if man does not applaud you, all of heaven is, and I am, and all the momma’s that believe the truth are too.

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When You Need to Fight the Cold

by Tamika Eason on November 13, 2014

Texas weather can whip you in all sorts of directions. The wind can blast you with twenty-degree frost, leaving you to fight to keep on your feet.

The sky can wear her gray mask, and you wonder where the clouds are hiding—who stole the sun?

You cannot live here and not love and hate the cold.

That man who I’m growing old with, will drape on heavy insulated overalls and climb into bucket trucks and come home to work even harder to get warm again. He loves it and he hates it.

I’ve promised myself many trips to the coffee pot and brand new boot socks this cold winter. But no matter how well I plan to dress the outside, there is a threatening winter bitter and biting on the inside.

We can live with cold all year round if we are not careful.

We can slip into pews on Sunday and find bodies that belong in a scolding bath, not beside us. We can stop for lunch and try to escape those who are really hungry. We can hunker down in our church meetings and forget to meet the real needs.

Cold is a fatal temperature for the Christian.

Christ lives through warm bodies—warm-blooded anybody’s that are willing to touch everybody.

It’s my sister who I wrestle this out with over the phone. We are so disappointed. We are so tired of being the cold ones. We can’t live another day looking down or leaving behind one more little one.

10 Make sure that you do not look down on the little ones, on those who are further behind you on the path of righteousness. For I tell you: they are watched over by those most beloved messengers who are always in the company of My Father in heaven (Matt. 18:10 MSG).

It’s the cold hard truth, it penetrates, and it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. It’s the Truth that our lips will recite from now on, reviving our cold hearts. The Truth does something to the inside that cannot be explained by science but can actually be felt down to the soul and spirit, joints and marrow.

Bones can live again and bodies can live warm-blooded alive to all God would choose to do through us.

 

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For All Those Afraid of the Dark

January 22, 2014

In the morning I find the candle, still flickering, still standing. The glow filling the kitchen, family room, hallways. The one faint light that the oldest lit to fill the house with fragrance, stood watch all night. Before I could stop myself I blew it out, afraid we were mere seconds away from a blazing [...]

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For When We Feel Less Than

January 14, 2014

The young woman in the pew right in front, curls spilling in her face, sticks her hands deep in the wicker offering basket, so no one will see. But I hear the coins hit the bottom like a faint chorus. I see her head bow some, passing the basket on. Her last mite is hidden in [...]

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The Simple Truth About Fear

January 6, 2014

Trinity pushes a red gymnastics map, three times her size–a  make-shift weight across a gym floor, back and forth, back and forth.Her muscles pulse; she is exerting everything she’s got. The new year is six days along and I have not stopped whispering the same prayer, it pulses under each breath: Jesus. Keep Him the [...]

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What We All Need to Know About Who We Are

September 30, 2013

Sometimes the only way to quiet the world is to slip off into the desert. Declare a separation, a fast. Because you can only stand the weight of hard fast living for so long without feeling the earth shift, feel the break coming. And it’s when I see the law in my members that I [...]

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