Not Nice Spice
![]() Sometimes I hate talking about anything spiritual because I feel as though people just write off anything you say. It makes my skin crawl. I love diversity in every sense and always try to see others’ point of view; unfortunately I’m so opinionated many people take it as an attack. That’s so not the case!!! I’m just an bull in a china shop. Well, here’s a little spiritual tidbit for you. My stud and I have decided to take a week to fast, and PRAISE JESUS I’m nursing so I can’t really fast from food. Instead I chose TV. And boy, when you remove the drama from Bravo (their shows are so addicting- you want to look away but you end up getting sucked in further), you really are able to open yourself up to hearing God in a different way. I asked God to take lead of my devotional time, and I happened to plop my Bible open to 2Kings 4: The Widow’s Oil. Okay, I’ll admit that I thought instantly that God was saying my stud was going to die. Thankfully I decided to push through immature thinking and dig deeper. In short there’s a widow who now has her husband’s debt and is at risk of losing her 2 sons, when she is told to collect jars and fill them with the remaining oil in her house. When lo and behold, the oil fills all the jars she has collected and she pays her debt with some to spare! The typical preacher talks about how this passage tells us that God will always provide for us. And as a woman with a little family and student loans coming out of every orifice, I can relate to the fact that I need that kind of power from God in my life. But, that isn’t at all what I as drawn to. There is a part in the story when the son tells his mother there are no more jars left to fill--- Then the oil stopped flowing. Oooo. That’s good. Whatever we entrust to God He will take care of. Ever think if the widow had collected twice or three times as many jars? In NYC the bottle collectors amaze me. HBO had a special about the lives of bottle collectors throughout different boroughs. It was heartbreaking until I saw the story of a woman, who ironically enough was a bottle collector in my neighborhood! She had small children and was an illegal immigrant. She recognized that this manner of income was humbling, but she was proud because it was honest work. She wasn’t cheating anyone or letting others cheat her. It was work she could demonstrate to her children. I’ve seen bottle collectors and thought they had quite the load, but then there is always one person who has so many bottles all you see are large trash bags gliding through the streets. Somewhere in there is a person committed. They will search night and day knowing that the more they collect the more money they’ll pocket. I am the bottle collector coming before God. The more I give Him, the more He’ll fill my pockets. Not necessarily with money, but definitely with abundance in life (think family, friends, love, laughter, memories, and adventure). I want to be the woman who never stops placing myself before God, because I want to always be overflowing with Him. I want to be able to love more, understand more, relate more, create more, cherish more than I could ever on my own.
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