I have seen men and women send friend requests to another person to find out whatever information they sought out, via MySpace and Facebook. I have witnessed people revealing their whereabouts on Twitter and become the victim of some type of violence. Men were cheating on women, women cheating on men; all done in its inception, by cellphone or online.
There is someone who will read this that needs help turning their wickedness to a desire for healing. You have to desire help to receive it. Do the things that God has called you to do. Do not ask God for anything easy. I asked God for these words when I had no money to purchase a pad or pen. To deal with those unsolicited desires, check those things that are inside of you. Examine yourself, stand in the need of prayer and Jesus will allow you to leave the past and hurt behind and experience the love of God, not the love of your cellphone or any social media network. Come to grips with what you want in life, you will not find it in a text message, but you will find it in the text of the bible. I am a walking testimony. I turned it all over to the Lord when I looked in the mirror and cried. I knew God loved me, but I could not understand my ups and downs. Not until a good friend, Timothy, put life in perspective for me. I understand my purpose in life. I now look in my mirrors, my memories, and smile at all of them. What I was praying for was second best. I am not saying my ex-husband was not a husband; he was not the husband for me. I put a marriage together without speaking to God first. When I was not looking for him, God sent the mate I was supposed to have. He sent the best. This happened because I treated all of my days like Sundays. I was in prayer all day, every day, and I still am. I ask you to stay passionate about God. Don’t let your blessings become so common you forget to give Him thanks. Do not be upset at what you see other people doing. The enemy will have you to believe other people are better. It happened to me. I saw young ladies online hugging their fathers. I cried because I have never known my father. But then, a whisper, I’ve raised two handsome, wonderfully bright, smart young men, my sons. They will be strong fathers. And I love my father for the life he gave to me. After writing this story I healed and forgave him. I was often envious at the ladies I saw online who were smaller in size than I was. I tried all sorts of diets. Then a little voice said I was just fine the way I was. I thanked God for the health and strength I had. No matter the size, at every doctor’s visit I received a clean bill of health. I admired women with beautiful skin. I hated my birthmark on the right side of my face. But a wonderful company created Clinique make-up and the birthmark is no longer a factor. See, what you have to do is change your perspective. Maybe you can’t run, but you can walk. Maybe you can’t see, but you can smell. When you think no one loves you, do not worry; know that God loves you more than anything you could ever imagine. He dreams bigger than you ever could. I thought I wouldn’t love again because of the hurt from my ex-husband. I told my heart to beat again, and it did. I was bruised, but I wasn’t broken. Nothing happens in this life that is surprising to God. He was prepared for my cries. And because of Him I live all days with enthusiasm. I am passionate about the life I live because my Father is on the Throne. My faith allows God to do all things. Keep your life in perspective.
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Do you remember in the ‘80s and early ‘90s, when attempting to locate someone, you had to page or beep them? If they did not call you back immediately, did you assume they were cheating? Have more marriages ended because of cellphones and social media sites?
Have you ever paid attention to the way your mate answers the phone when their cell phone rings? Are they loud and speaking clearly, or do they step out of the room as if to look for something in the other room? When my ex-husband would answer his phone, he would lean to the left so I could not hear the person on the other end of the phone. If it was a woman, he called her, “Mane”. “Mane, you need to stop playing,” or something to that effect. If it were a male, he answered the phone with his right hand and placed the phone to his right ear; he didn’t care if I overheard the male conversations.
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