Soulful Saturday: Prayer & Righteousness

What does it actually take to make prayer work?

James 5:16b – The effectual fervent prayer of the righteous man avails much.

First, lets look at what it means to be righteous. Its simple really > to so what is right.  Ofcourse, someone might say what’s right is relative.  But I believe its absolute. Like truth.

Next, what caught my attention was the word fervent, which refers to having or displaying a passionate intensity and also great warmth, intensity of spirit, feeling or enthusiasm. Also great emotion and zeal.

Finally – Effectual.  Now many people quote the above scripture but very few highlight this word. They speak on righteousness and fervency but not effectual.  And I believe its a vital component to this equation. So, what does it mean then?
Obviously it has something to do with being effective.  Its an adjective used here to describe prayer. In particular, the prayer of a righteous person. The best way I find to describe it is producing or able to produce a desired effect.

Now, lets put it all together. For prayer to work according to James 5:16b, it has to have the following components:
》It must be able to produce the desired effect, thereby answering its purpose. We cant just pray into the wind in the hope that something favourable might happen. No. This verse says our prayer ought to have clarity and purpose.
》It must be a passionate and intense endeavour.  No half-hearted attempts here again. Something that denotes purpose.
》Finally, it must be utilised by a righteous individual/s. Those who are doing it right.

Doing what is right helps you get to the ear of God, and He is so attentive to your cry. Ready to put in effect what you’ve requested.

Psalm 34:15 – The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and His ears are open to their cry.

Let’s put it this way…
The person who does what is right may pray with intense passion and it will produce the desired effect.

Works for me! Hoping you put it into practice so it works for you too… 😀

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Inspired and Loved

Free To Be Me

I know who I am.
It took me a while to figure it out. To understand and accept myself as well as who God has called me to be.

It is absolutely amazing to be able to say that. And its made me so passionate about the whole concept and truth surrounding identity. I want everyone to know who they are. To make the same breathtaking discovery that I have.

Yet, I admit, the process of having sought and found who I am has made me grateful for the knowing. I just wish I could help everybody find themselves.

Mainly because I have witnessed so many young people and women lost to themselves and struggling to live a pretend life while trying to convince themselves they are happy.
It breaks my heart.

I find great inspiration in music and lyrics and I would like to share this song with you… it makes my liver sing to know I have the fredom to be all God has intended me to be.

Free To Be Me by Francesca Battistelli
from the album My Paper Heart

At twenty years of age
I’m still looking for a dream
A war is already waged for my destiny
But You’ve already won the battle
And You’ve got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see

I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to put the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

When I was just a girl
I thought I had it figured out
See my life will turn out right
And I’ll make it here somehow
But things don’t always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt, ’cause…
I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to put the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

Sometimes I believe
That I can do anything
Yet other times I think
I’ve got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and tell me
That I’ve got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe, even though…

I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to put the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

Inspired and Loved

What’s the deal with soul mates?

Is it just me or is there a lot of hype around finding your soul mate and marrying them?

I think the definition of this term is quite tricky. So many believe its about romance.
Not me.

I once found a quote I believe adequately addresses the matter. It says… What is a friend? One soul in two bodies.
That made complete sense to me. I am privileged enough to have found my soul mate something like 16 years ago. What’s more is its a male and I am married, but not to him.

What sparked this particular post is a question I came across on Facebook asking whether or not soul mates are a biblical concept.

My initial response was no. Simply because I don’t recall ever coming across a scripture discussing soul mates as such.
My next thought was that most of the people who were commenting were under the impression it had to do with who you marry or are meant to marry.  This lead to some interesting answers. As well as my conclusion that there is a need for a proper definition if an adequate answer is to be given.

So I pondered for a little while…
If being a soul mate had nothing to do with being a predestined spouse, what exactly could I call it?

My answer: someone who is more than a friend. Closer and more connected. No. Not your bff.

Almost immediately after I came to that conclusion I found an answer to the original question posed…

Proverbs 18 : 24b – There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother…

Sounds like a soul mate to me… whats more is, it is possible to have more than one.

What do you think?

Inspired and Loved

We Are All Snowflakes

All of us are connected in some or other way.

Whether by close or very distant bloodline is not for this post right now.

We are all connected in that everything we do has a effect on something or somebody else.

The awesome thing for me about this is the extent of that effect. What I am doing right now is affecting billions of created things. It could be in both good or bad ways… and I believe if we knew exactly how we affected others it would change the way we do things drastically. We might be more compassionate or less lenient.
We might make the time to play with our toddlers before they grow up forever.
We might dance without music or fight the urge for a fourth scoop of Rocky Road ice cream.

Imagine the changes that would bring to the way we interact with each other. 

There’d be no litter and no poverty and no global warming.

Closer to home…. I think we’d b so much kinder.

(Unless you’re just plain ole nasty. In which case..  do let me know if you need help with that 😀 love still changes  things.)

We’re all snowflakes.  Made of the same thing but unique in awesome ways.

I love that ♥

Inspired and Loved

A Quick Rant

I do not get it.

When people do things they have no right to do under the guise of doing it ‘for your good’ its not always true is it?

Sometimes its just because they could be control freaks.  (Freak is a good word in my book by the way)
Sometimes its because they are projecting their own will or desires onto you.

I hate when people abuse their power.  I hate it because its unjust.  Its almost like rape. A rape of the mind, or rather of your right to make decisions on the journey that is actually your own life. Not theirs.
I hate it because it is not fair and because not fair equals being unjust.

What’s always fascinating to me is that these people actually find some poor weakish soul to be unjust to. There’s always someone they can mould and shape into what they want themselves. 

It can be so debilitating. 
And that just makes me feel so sad for people like that. Both parties.

Why can’t we actually let love be our guide. It would work so much better.

Inspired and Loved

Hope, Faith, Trust

A complex trio if ever I saw one.

Sometimes – quite often actually – God can give you a promise about tge future that ties in absolutely with your present.

That’s when you need to hope. That’s when you need to have faith. That’s when you need to trust.

Many people think that hoping, having faith and trusting is a passive thing. Its not. Its a doing thing. A very active thing.

Romans 15:13 speaks about the God of hope filling us with joy and peacein believing so that we may ABOUND in hope through the POWER of the Holy Ghost. That doesn’t sound like a passive hope to me at all.

Hebrews 11:1 says faith is the evidence of things unseen. Evidence is not invisible and its definitely not intangible. Faith must be seen and experienced. It cannot be inactive – that wouldn’t be faith at all.

Proverbs 3:5 speaks of trusting in God with all your heart. Have you ever done something and put your all into it? Your passion, your strength, your essence, your heart?

I’ve noticed that any time God makes a promise about the future it most probably comes at a time when what you are seeing, hearing and experiencing is almost the direct opposite. The logical thing is to disbelieve it all. Afterall, where is the proof?

God is the proof. He’s never failed. His word has never been a lie. Many times all that’s required is for you to hope, have faith and trust in the Lord. Even when your entire life points in a contrary direction.

So, in times of need, the hope that God will provide, is vital. Trust that He will make a way and faith (evident in the things you do in your present day) will see it come to pass.

Remember, its not true because I believe it. I believe it because its true…

Inspired and Loved

When I was 12…

I don’t remember anything about the twelfth year of my life.

I was 12. That is quite a while ago but by sheer calculation I am able to provide you with the following tidbits.

I had received a puppy for my 11th birthday. His name was Wowser and he had green eyes. Some would call his breed a steekbaard but truly I do not know. The year I was 12 would then have been Wowser’s second year on earth. He died a virgin many years later and was a really sweet pooch.

I was living with my mom for sure. Any extra living mates do not come to mind right now. My mother worked at a children’s convalescent home. That means odd hours. And working every alternate weekend.

If memory serves me well that was also my first year at Mondale Secondary School.
Getting into Mondale was my mother’s dream for me. It was the best school close to home and getting accepted was nothing short of a miracle.
Starting high school is always a stressful thing. My transition from primary school to high school was mafe easier by the fact that most of my classmates got accepted there too.

The twelfth year of my life doesn’t bring about many memories but its the kind of thing I’m thankful for.

It might sound cheesy but without the year I was 12 happening, I would never have made it to 13 😀

Inspired and Loved