The First Lie Ever Told

And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die:” – Genesis 3:4

Look at where that got us. The God-created beings, Adam and Eve, were duped by the craftiness of one whom had fallen from great heights. [word to the wise: be careful around those who lose their lofty crowns… they can be venomous (full of malice & spite)]. Eve was drawn into the lie and Adam was enticed by the fruit the lie brought forth (sin).

Let’s be honest here. As much as many of us would say we hate liars, lying, and lies we, in fact, accept liars, lying, and lies because of the fruit it carries with it. We’ve even lied to ourselves to avoid facing the truth of our own character deficiencies.

So in 2020, amidst myriad lies and liars in a multitude of social, governmental, medical, and spiritual states, can we all face this truth:

Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:
Romans 5:12

We are ALL GOING TO DIE! And as fearful and harsh as that may seem to many, it is a truth that began over 6,000 years ago in a garden where a man and woman listened to the voice of a creation instead of the voice of their CREATOR.

God’s arms are STILL WIDE OPEN and ready to receive ALL who will accept the gift 🎁 of ETERNAL LIFE through His Son, Jesus Christ. And the beauty of it all is it requires the simplest act on our part:

That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.
Romans 10:9-11

I have recovered from many of the lies told me and the ones I have told myself. Yet, I have grown wise enough to know there is one lie we can’t afford to leave unchecked…

But Your Heart

You are a wonder to watch day after day and night after night. How I long to hold you in my arms. You are so beautiful. You are so handsome. Your daily routine, impressive. Your goals are attainable. You demonstrate consistent willpower and keep your focus on the rainbows in your view. I marvel at your strength and tenacity in these times of ever-changing roles and lifestyles.

You are a feast for the eyes. You are always well-dressed. You model thrift store purchases as one endowed with riches. Your poise is full of humble confidence. Stylish by all standards. No one would deny you have earned it. Your climb up the corporate ladder is inspiring. Turning your business into a household name noteworthy. Every promotion deserved.

We find you remarkable. We know what you sacrifice to do what you do to give what you give. No one can attest to the time you obligate to others. Many miss how you extend your hand to serve others. Watching you willingly add to your already full plate exhausts me. You lend all of your talents to those around you. Your service in ministry is well-pleasing. You are faithful and so blessed.

I have spent lots of time and words expressing the debt of my love and appreciation for you. I know at the end of the day you returned my love the best way you knew how. It makes me love you even more. I know you have given me everything you feel you possess.

Everything … but your heart!

COMMUNITY

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I have been in personal hiatus lately, meaning, I’ve spent lots of time alone. There are a few reasons for this need at this moment. Life has been a little topsy-turvy and cumbersome over the last few years. Trying to find my footing through events, circumstances, hills, and valleys requires personal reflection. I am grateful for the journey, and the lessons being learned. For times such as these, the growth and outcomes generated are profitable, leading to the place of much-needed serenity and peace.

Some people look at being alone as something taboo. For me, it’s one side of my personality I have to indulge in and balance. I’m an introvert who has learned to socialize like an extrovert in various settings. Being quite reticent, I spend time internalizing life (mine, others, the world we live in, etc., etc., etc.). Summoning memories of my youth confirm writing as a natural place to dispose of my uncomfortable thoughts. Writing has become my road to sanity; a place I can’t deny to extinguish the ugliness of negative emotions. I chose to empty my thoughts on paper rather than wreck my limited relationships through verbal carnage.

This weekend I learned something in my hiatus important to me as an individual. As much as I enjoy my alone time, I still need my community! I googled the word community for the relevant definition and found it – the condition of sharing or having certain attitudes and interests in common [1] Although I enjoy my periods of alone time, I don’t want to be alone all the time. Socializing provides laughter and deep conversations about God, family, and all things life-related. In those times, I feel a part of something intensely gratifying. My heart warmly enthralled with God in knowing I am alone only when I choose to be.

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Being a part of a community of like-minded people who care for you creates a sense of connection. A church community joins like-minded believers into a body that guides and cares for your salvation, spiritual growth, and servanthood. In a job community, some people help you develop skill sets for career elevation. The community of family fosters a place of unconditional love, encouragement, protection, and treasured examples of leadership.

This weekend I joined another community. An affinity of writers and would-be writers called to tell their stories. Memoirs, poetry, non-fiction, fiction, devotionals, bible studies, etc., an amazing expanse of creativity. I needed this community with whom I could share this part of my life. They host my passion to share and enthusiastically celebrate life on its terms. In this place, encouragement and support abound. Without hesitation, it is the solid ground upon which to plant my author’s feet as I grow into the writer I am destined to become.

At the end of the day, we all need COMMUNITY.

[1] https://www.lexico.com/en/definition/community; 2 [mass noun]

Are They Bleeding?

I posted the below image today (August 1, 2019). My heart has been a little heavy lately, much of which I chalk up to watching news channels!  Ughhh … there was a reason I unplugged from TV 10 years ago.

But, I’d like to start some conversations about what Christians, and any decent human being with a compassion heart, can do to help those who struggle to get past hurts and wounds to their spirit, their mind, and their souls.

I believe in the power of Prayer – yet, I know there is something to be added to that. So my question is:

  • How do react to a wounded soul?
  • If you are one who runs for the hills after such an encounter, do you leave the “why” behind as food for thought?
  • If you are one who willingly sticks around in hopes of applying some type of healing antidotes, what are some of the methods you use to administer the wound care?  

Maybe something you do or don’t may help another think of other options.

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Cry Not, My Sistah

Some wonder…

When does the bleeding stop?

When does the ache fade?

When does the memory disappear into oblivion?

I wish I had the answer, but I don’t. All I have is a heart that prays, and a pen that showers words upon pages … waxing poetic upon the mind … and Emotionally Charged:

 CRY NOT, MY SISTAH!

Cry not my Sistah, for you are not alone.

The hardships in this life were not made for you to own.

Cry not my Sistah, for I’ve seen your many tears.

I know your weeping in the night has been for many years.

Cry not my Sistah, for I know how hard you continually try.

Yet, no matter your will, some things still pass you by.

Cry not my Sistah, for your inner strength remains.

The broken dreams cannot deny what you have gained.

Cry not my Sistah, for I also hear your prayers.

How I wish to convince you that somebody out here cares.

Cry not my Sistah, for the burdens that weigh you down.

A beautiful smile is waiting, in time, to replace your frown.

Cry not my Sistah, for your best is never in vain.

Our God is a witness to the scars of your pain.

I tell you to cry not my Sistah, for it will be okay.

A time will come when all your misery will wash away.

The strength of your character will provide all you need.

Time will come be the rewarder for all your good deeds.

And all your troubles will vaporize into the distant past.

Just continue with faith in the Lord; remaining steadfast.

The JourneyWomen are expected to multi-task (family, work, & more). Though equipped helpers, remember, even God rested from his labors.

~page 16, from my book, “Emotionally Charged“~

 

Sisters, in those moments when you feel most unloved, alone, or afraid, encourage yourself with the words of this song by Switch, and KNOW that you are GOD’S:

SYMPHONY

I Want You, Jesus!

A father of the fatherless … is God in his holy habitation. (Psalm 68:5)

There are times when I want to revert back to childhood and run to the arms of my mother. That place of security, comfort, and reassurance that all will be right with the world again.

Today, I feel that way in my spirit. I just want to run into the arms of my Father. I woke up with the words from Cody Carnes – Nothing Else playing in my head.

My God, who is ever faithful, immediately began to minister to me in multiple ways.  That’s just who He is. The relationship I have with Christ eliminates my need for anything or anyone else in my greatest times of need.

I just want JESUS!

The above post is the Copyright © Speak True Life, Wanda J. Murry, May 24, 2019

Enjoy This Video.  Cody Carnes – Nothing Else (Official Lyric Video) “Nothing Else” – Available Now: https://codycarnes.lnk.to/NothingElseYD

 

 

Dear Future Me

Dying daily that I might live …

Dear Future Me,

I am so glad that you awakened out of your slumber (Proverbs 6:9-11). The Father was so happy when you realized that you had fallen into the conversation of the Laodiceans (Revelation 3:14-17).  Even now, you never cease to be amazed at how liberating it is to die daily and empty yourself of that old man – self.  You never imagined the magnitude of the plans God wanted to work through you.  Thank you for learning to set your affection on things above (Colossians 3:1-2) every day.  Thank you for allowing the Father to transform you into the New Creature (2 Corinthians 5:17) He created at your spiritual birth.  Stay humble as you continue to put on the New Man and put off that old dead flesh.  Continue to pray daily, unceasingly (1 Thessalonians 5:17) so your walk in Spirit and Truth (John 4:23) grows stronger as your Love for God grows more intimate.

I Love you, but I praise God for maturing you in the knowledge that no one can ever love us as much as God Loves Us, a fact demonstrated in Christ – His Son!!

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From the Outside (A Poem)

Leave judgment where it belongs – in God’s hands

Copyright © Wanda Murry, August 7, 2018

It’s been a while since I shared a poem from my latest book, Emotionally Charged (Amazon, 2016)This poem came to mind as I listened to the words from King & Country’s “God Only Knows” official music video (below).  It made me think of the countless young women and young men who are wandering through life — hopeless, wounded, afraid, and ready to give up on life.

I can so relate to those feelings.  As I’ve mentioned before, I personally dealt with suicidal thoughts as a teen and young adult.  I know what it’s like to feel so alone and/or hurt that you don’t think life is worth living. God brought me back from the brink many, many times!  God wants to impart His love to the lost and the hurting; He just needs them to reach out and take hold of His hand.

If you have an experience or encouraging word you can share with those who will read this post, please do.  Someone may need to hear your testimony to starve off the hopelessness nipping at their heart.

Enjoy the Poem and the Song below.

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My Husband’s Love & Embrace

a wife’s covering should leave her longing for the sweetness of his fruit…

Copyright © Wanda Murry, July 26, 2018

I very much enjoy the alone time I share with my husband.  Our love is deepening and growing more intimate day-by-day.  One of the many niceties and intimates of our relationship is in how He embraces me, and His gentle kisses.  I think one of the strongest emotional bonds we develop in the intimacy of marriage is the power of a hearty1,2,3 kiss!

Let me make clear that I’m not talking about the impassioned kiss used as the prelude to the sexual doorway.  Nope! I’m talking about the unsearchable intimacy that abides in the heart without the aid of the physical.

So, as I’m riding the bus this morning to work I open my book of notes to read.  I’m a person who finds it hard to listen or read the Word of God or any inspirational material and not take notes!  I came across a note I wrote down taken from the 52 Weeks of Pursuit commentary I am utilizing this year to read through the bible. Paraphrasing Mark Trotter’s words from Week 27, Day 1, my note says:

Utilizing Psalm 91 in its correct context for me as a Believer in this church age both devotionally and inspirationally:

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“Secret Place” – intimacy w/Christ – v1 – Song of Solomon 2:3 …

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

 

As a writer my mind immediately imagined and embraced the following scenario:

I was sitting on the sofa with my husband, leaned in close to his body,

my head tucked into his shoulder, under His shadow with great delight.

His right arm holds me close and I feel safe and secure from all ills.

I am sharing my deepest, most private thoughts and cares

with Him – without fear of rejection or judgment,

knowing confidently that not only was He listening to every word intently,

but that He truly cared about all of my cares, and the things in my heart and mind.

His care for me was like a warm blanket; a cocoon I never wanted to leave.

As I was talking, He stroked my hair, caressed my shoulder,

brushed His lips tenderly across my brow, my forehead, my cheek…

Making sure that in His arms I was reminded and without doubt,

that He was my home, my fortress, my protector, my hope.

He was my King, my husband, and the man of my dreams,

FOREVER-after throughout all of eternity!

And, finding everything I needed and hoped for in His Arms,

with the sweetness of His fruit upon my lips,

I drifted into the most tranquil rest I could ever know.

Coming out of my reverie as I continued my ride into work today, I simply smiled, wiped the tears from my eyes, and gave Thanks to God for the Husband He gave me, who loves me like no other on earth or in heaven!