I just completed a major research project and had the honor of presenting my published work as a visiting faculty at another University. There was an interesting response about the opportunity. An individual was seemingly disappointed that my endeavor was not farther away from home. Admittedly, I was bewildered by their reaction, as they have always been a great supporter. I listened previously on many occasions to their opinions and observations of my journey. Perhaps too many suggestions were considered and they became comfortable in assessing my experiences. I realized that I extended rights and privileges for their opinions.
Never allow someone else to take ownership or credit for the gifts and privileges bestowed upon you. We have mentors, accountability partners, supporters, those that water, and some that plant, but the ultimate gift of purpose is upon your life. Of course we would all love the support, but stay focused in fulfilling your purpose and completing destiny’s journey. Wisdom and wise counsel are surely vital to move forward. Keep opinions out of the garden of purpose.
As a part of my faith practice, I always take time to reflect during this season of areas that God would have me to develop, and clean up in my life. I thought to share my lessons in my blog as they unfold.
As I was preparing to leave for worship service one morning, I gathered my tote and handbag. Clearly, I heard the spirit of the Lord tell me to snap-close my wallet. I thought it odd, because for years, I have never used the snap lever, just simply folded the wallet. I was a bit taken, but thought it was perhaps a preventive measure of loss. As I placed the items in my truck, clearly and sternly, I heard the spirit of the Lord instruct me to zip my handbag. Again, I typically use the handles, but not the lock or zipper features of the handbag. After worship service, I usually leave my personal belongings in my seat. This particular day, the spirit spoke again and instructed me to gather my things.
I was so taken by the commands, I inquired of God immediately as to the meaning of the movements. Simply, the spirit spoke to me of how I have governed access in my life – not in one area, but overall. My personal items were unattended; I was too trusting, and accustomed to leaving my life and identity open for easy access under the guise of remaining approachable. I was ashamed and embarrassed as I considered the greatness that God had entrusted and the gift of life of which I have been so careless.
Obviously, the meaning of my life is beyond a tote and handbag; I had provided open access in many areas of my life and discounted the destiny that God had so graciously given. In this time of reflection, I realized that I needed to secure and protect not only my purpose, but also, the power endowed to accomplish the assignments of my life. Access at many points is a dangerous lifestyle. I was living on the edge. I was in bondage to the traffic exchange in my life; in essence, it was subtle people pleasing. Whosoever will let him come and pass through my life purpose. Some people used the access as a rest stop, some used it for a restroom to expel the waste and mess in their own lives, others a freeway for speed and others a bypass through a construction demo site. My lifestyle exemplified whosoever will let him have access. Recognizing and accepting is a difficult task, but a necessity to living free from the foolishness of others. The lesson: Stop lending your life.