The Standing Soldier

When you’ve done all, just stand armed with? You already know what Ephesians 6 tell us about and how to arm ourselves in standing. I don’t know about you, but as humans it seems very difficult to just stand, without the temptation to fight I mean. If we’re not fighting our thoughts, we’re fighting our past hurts. If we’re not fighting for peace of mind, we’re fighting to get our joy back we lost when somebody has pissed us off. Some may be fighting to cast cares, they seem to keep picking back up. Everyday and everything seems to be a temptation to fight for. Hmph, it’s because we are human beings that refuse to lose. So fighting is merely in us, war has always happened. David was a King, but not a king to just sit on the throne; he went out and fought for what was rightfully heired as his. David was territorial, even when it came to his woman Bathsheba. Mary the mother of Jesus, was just as territorial. When Gabriel approached her with her assignment, she made the move to protect and guard her purpose. The minute an opportunity presented itself for Jesus to perform His first assignment, she fought Him on it. ”It’s not my time Ma”. ”Look hea son, get there turn around and make this water into wine; let’s celebrate”. Mary couldn’t just stand there in this moment, she knew something had to be done. On one occasion, David didn’t just stand there, he inquired of the Lord and was instructed to go fight.

However, there are times that they just stood. Mary could not stop the crucifixion of her precious son, and she never even tried. She understood this assignment meant standing back and giving full authority to the will of God. Can’t say that much for our buddy Peter, the emotionally passionate one; the ear snatcher. But it was just merely in him to fight for Jesus, even though those same emotions caused him to deny Jesus. Although, it was wrong, David couldn’t make the move to kill Uriah himself; he kept his hands clean to an extent.

Everything is not worth fighting for or over. And some things are not our battles. Acceptance is everything in the days ahead. We as believers have prayed for this country and our families. We’ve prayed for protection from this virus, but yet many, many have died. What a test of faith. Some have prayed for this thing to die away and just to have a sense of normalcy back, but yet it has gotten worse. Seems the more we’ve fought in prayer, the more some have gotten discouraged by what they see. Faith is not a fight to believe the best regardless of what you witness with your eyes. And neither should you feel bad because you doubt in these uncertain times. But Faith is accepting what God allows, because ultimately the battle is not yours, it IS the Lord’s. We can pattern ourselves after Jesus’ Mama, because she represents the body; the church. It is crucial to understand the assignment right now as a body of believers. And our only responsibility is to know that peace is always with us, it’s not something we contend or fight for. Just know that joy is always in you and it’s not something you have to step down from the throne of grace and go war after.

We are in the season to JUST STAND. Be encouraged, you have everything in your root system to stand. The word has been preached to you, we have sharpened one another’s iron and you have seen many victories and witnessed quite a few testimonies.

Love You Always,

Carla Mashell Dulaney

Empty The Bed….Keep Trucking

My son Johnathan is a truck driver and on our way to visit Alabama for The Wedding Before the Wedding’s Book Signing, I had a question about the weigh stations at every state. He explained to me that every state requires that your truck meet specific weight standards and that each state is different. Some states require you to stop, some do not and some will depend on if your truck appears to be overweight. I laugh at that because we all know, whatever state of mind one is in, will determine if you are carrying too much baggage in this wonderful place we all call, life. An unknown author of Hebrews, reminds us to lay aside every weight and sin that so easily besets us. But, this can be difficult sometimes when you don’t know what those weights are specifically; unless you haven’t been made aware of them. The only way to know, is to pay attention. Every truck driver should know if his bed, axle or rear is too weighty, because he either pays attention or ignore the signs. “Crap n Stuff” happen everyday to awaken us, but we can choose to ignore the signs of what needs to improve or pay attention and unload or readjust by changing the way we perceive a challenge. What I love about life though, is that no human being is exempt from it, but we do have a choice in the matter. So the next time life shows you specifically what needs to be readjusted, whether it’s through a loved one or just challenges we face in daily life. Pay attention dear one, they represent the flashing lights at every “state” or should I say ”state of mind” on this road of life each of us travel. But more importantly, Empty The Bed and Keep Trucking. Do not allow anything to set your journey at a delay; because you’ve chosen not to obey the laws of your growth.

Love You Always, Carla Mashell Dulaney

No Strip Tease

My son Sam and I would like to introduce you to our first impromptu interview, we ran into our first random couple at the Social House in Arlington, TX. We kept their identities secret, of course. I decided to do this in order to get different views on the single life. We had so much fun. I was so intrigued by such a beautiful and wise young woman and I am happy to say; is originally from Mobile. Never seen her or even ran into her in Mobile; knowing how small our city is. But what also intrigued me about this gentleman was that he spoke so highly of her, he truthfully spoke, that he saw what was beyond her occupation as a professional dancer. Yep, the two met at a strip club, and he saw beyond what some would perceive as wrong. He put it so eloquently in his soft spoken voice “it’s not who she is”.

The essence of who we are goes beyond what we choose to do with our lives. Our identity is not tied to our occupations, our challenges, our mistakes or mishaps. We stand with roots that run deeper than what the eye can see or what our minds may perceive. I love the publication of In The Wedding Before The Wedding. In this two part novella, I’ve created the characters of men with hearts like Jesus. Men that understand fully, that perfect love cast out fear. Men that don’t allow their insecurities to manipulate or control a woman. I’ll stop typing and let you enjoy the video.

Love You Always, Carla Dulaney.

The Fussing River

This past Saturday’s visit to the Trinity River was different than any other of my Saturday visits. It was such a beautiful experience, I had to take a break from the blog-spirationals of other humans, to create a blog spirational of nature and how this element inspired me to get back in place. And also, because a wonderful subscriber inquired about revelational writings.

Loving nature, loving the river and enjoying those little things that fly and make glorious sounds that soothe my soul, you know they call them birds. However, this past Saturday morning was a bit different, it made me miss blogging revelationally and sharing what I see beyond my mind and my visual. The river was so heavy, boisterous and bold. Yet it was so refreshing. It was like a flood. The sound of the river was as if it was roaring for attention. So I lended an ear, and I heard a female’s voice; bold and confident. She definitely grasped my attention. She introduced herself as River, and called my attention to the voice from within me. She was polite when she introduced me to two sisters, named meekness and long suffering. River and theses two chics reminded me to accept what is and not to work so hard to prove anything, but just be.

Meekness is described as a strong humility, a strength to concede. Now paired with long suffering makes this a dynamic duo. Why? Because for some of us humans, it’s hard to let go of your own will. As a matter of fact, it seems to hurt because it’s afflicting the soul. Whenever life approaches us with what we’re use to and familiar with, it seems hard to release it.

Allegorically speaking, Ms. River then focused my attention on the trees that she sustained. David wrote in Psalms 1; “and you shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water bringing forth fruit in it’s season”. They don’t pick up and move and migrate when the season changes or whenever a storm arises; or if River seems to be fussing at them, they stand with or without leaves. And Ms. River that day seem like she didn’t play the radio, she meant business. She meant what she said and said what she meant.

It is all good when we are challenged to be better people and to change. But it is EXTREMELY VITAL at times that WE JUST BE. It takes a listening ear to hear what the spirit is saying. Even when it sounds like life is fussing, believe it or not, there can be such a peace amid what seems like noise.

River provided the trees with sustainment, but that which is called Tree remains rooted in its being. However, we are humans and are challenged in our minds and emotions everyday to shift and move with the flow of this world. And that can sometimes take us out of our true element. But don’t worry, Life and Life more Abundantly will usher you right back into place, but only if you have an ear to hear what the spirit is saying.

Love Always, Carla Mashell Dulaney

I write on my roof

This Girl is on Campfire

To turn 47 was already a moment I was looking forward to, and I knew essentially that it was going to be a divine day. April 22, 2021 was going to be a day of winning or should I say “I Won”, I believed something amazing was in store for this Earth Child. The moment it hit me to go to Broken Bow, OK; I called my sister because I knew she would help me organize the financial part of it. She came through with no hesitation. I jumped at the opportunity and texted all of the ladies I desired to be there. Those that were interested, jumped right on in. It was an opportunity for them to have some rest and relaxation; a well needed vacation. But most of all, we all could use an EXPERIENCE. T-shirts had to be made and for Carla; a theme had to be established; I’m extra like that. So I spoke to my sweet coworker Madison, who does shirts for the office, and she suggested I come up with a theme. (You can follow her @tmadib_) “Oh trust honey, I will”. That’s what I said. One day listening to “This Girl is on Fire” by Alicia Keys inspired the idea and because we were going to a cabin and will ultimately roast marshmallows; these girls will be in campfire. I’m even the more excited.

Finally the day is here, my sister is coming from Mobile and so is Omeka, a high school friend. Nikki, my high school friend, but now Sister agreed to be our bartender and chef. My childhood friend Keisha; another gut busting laughing partner. Cheryl was someone we would be getting to know, but Tameka who is such an advocate of “Human Resources” invited her believing that she needed the “girl time”. The ladies on this trip will make every moment unique and special. But because we all love to have fun; we will be laughing the whole weekend. Who knew that the first thing to laugh at would be Cheryl’s phobia of “other people driving me anywhere”? She prayed, fasted and gripped the door pumping her invisible brakes the whole ride. Reva, Keisha and I were in the back seat “tasting the rainbow” (popping skittles) in order to relax. Who knew that getting lost would be so funny. Why? Because our GPS kept leading us to the wrong cabin, not just once but 3 times. Once, we actually decided to listen to the GPS by driving up to the wrong cabin. This wrong cabin had a little lake in front of it, it sat beyond a small hill; but we were willing to take the chance of driving into the lake because the GPS said so. After much complaining, the GPS/Male heard us and decided to give the task over to the GPS/Female; well she didn’t do any better because she had an attitude. We decided to call Nikki to get her to lead us in, but that didn’t work either. Being told, in the dark, to drive till you can’t drive no more and the cabin is on the right was the wrong answer. We took that advice and ended up at a sign giving us the option to go either left or right; but with no cabins in sight. Back this Range Rover up, we are calling them to come and get us. We sat right there until we saw headlights coming our way. Help was on the way! Since the partnership of the GPS system failed us, our human friends had saved the day! No I mean night! No, I mean midnight. So funny! After all was said and done though, it was only right; somebody had to get lost in the woods.

Nevertheless, we made it to our cabin and it was absolutely beautiful. It was all worth the trouble too, the Lord had kept us from getting eaten by bears and attacked by a Sasquatch. But the highlight of it all was the fact that our cabin was named “A License to Chill”. How divine was that, a spot for a group of ladies that had given their “all” to others and their families during the week. We were literally handed a “License to Chill” and the freedom to let it all hang out.

A few hours later into the next day; Cheryl made it known how much she had forgiven the drive and cooked herself in the jacuzzi for hours. (Per Keisha) A fresh cup of coffee, and listening to the birds chirp and sing while visiting with my childhood friend Keisha was quite chilled. Then slowly but surely everyone joins us with blankets wrapped around themselves to sit in front of the fireplace. “Infamous Chef Nikki” demands we stay out of her kitchen while she made waffles with fresh blueberries with eggs, fresh fruit, bacon and turkey sausage. But she didn’t get the eggs, sausage nor the bacon from the local Walmart; that Walmart has never sold meat.

“Ok, put cho shirt on that says you are on campfire; but wait let’s tear it up and make it look sexy”. Keisha was assigned to the task and she had us looking right. Now it’s out the door for a tipsy hike up the street. Yes, we were walking, hiking and tripping; it felt like the days of walking to other neighborhoods with your friends. We gathered stones, saved the stones and made videos of our first episode of “This Girl is on Campfire”.

Our bodies did not fail to remind us that we needed a nap. That’s just what some of us did, sat around or went to sleep to rest up for our Saturday night Taco Bar that the chef suggested. But guess where the Chef was? Yep, you guessed it. Sleep. But it was all good, Tameka and I ended up cooking. It was quite delicious too. Because I didn’t take a nap with everybody else, I was beat. We sat around the campfire and roasted s’mores, which almost didn’t happen.

This particular cabin was just the right size for our group. The bathrooms were immaculate and Broken Bow was sure to cater to the royalty we are. The cabin was clean and well stocked with all that we needed as far as cooking utensils, towels, extra linens and even K-Cups of tea and coffee.

This was a beautiful experience with the ladies I knew well and the one I was getting to know. We had a blast! Thank you VRBO and Broken Bow Cabins for giving us the License to Chill.

Saving the Stones by Tameka Bolton

A Lefty’s Love Collection

This next encounter and/or experience is what originally encouraged the idea of Carla’s Blog Spirationals. I visit my childhood friend Keisha Taylor, in Dallas occasionally, but this day I was delivering their wedding gift a “Name Frame by Carla”. Lynn and Keisha had recently returned from a very important event, the celebration of making their marriage official with a wedding in Vegas. So a celebration was in order, besides, with Keisha being a wine connoisseur, I believe everyday is a celebration. But on this particular day, grits, salt and sugar came up and what can I say, my mind opened up to all sorts of creative possibilities. What started out as just a simple interest of seeing Lynn’s collection of guitars, got my ears to itching and I wanted to learn more. Lynn doesn’t consider himself to be a musician or a guitarist, but the sound of the guitar from Stevie Ray Vaughan in Austin City Limits, sparked the young boy’s first crush; and now his collection has become a successful love connection. At one point of Lynn’s tour, he describes his guitars like women. Shapely works of art. Slender at the top and fully figured at the bottom. Like some love affairs, it starts out physical and then develops into something more.

The more Lynn educated me about his collection, the more I started to understand that his passion went beyond the beauty and the sound of these 53 concubines. It even goes beyond wanting to learn how to play. So I asked him why and why left handed guitars and his response was “Even though I am not a good player, I still enjoy playing what I can. Left handed guitars are few and far between. While high quality lefties are rarer, I enjoy buying high quality left handed guitars for the simple pleasure of knowing they exist”. Aha! Simple pleasure of knowing that they exist. A statement from a man who is passionate and intentional about what he wants. So in many areas of our dialogue, Lynn provided me with his education and the background of each stringed damsel, although of high importance, I am more focused on his interest and his connection. It is “the what” that inspires me about this Love Affair and the very heart of this gentleman. It’s the fact that he has chosen to spend some of his time and parts of his life with something so beautifully rare and extraordinarily unique. With any relationship, first comes the interest and then the willingness to learn and discover what’s beyond the surface. Usually what’s beyond the surface leads to greater connection and eventually you become one based on what you’ve discovered. Becoming one, usually denotes marriage; bringing me to the final stage in all of this. Lynn has effortlessly made room for these guitar goddesses a part of his family. How you say? By way of comparing certain guitars to his mother and siblings. His mother born in 1954 is compared with his 1954 Fender/Stratocaster. One of his brothers born in 1971 is compared to a guitar that has 1 less screw and I’m sure you can figure that one out. His brother born in 1983 who he refers to as a professional student, possessing 2 Bachelors, 2 Masters and 2 Doctrine Degrees is compared to the Stratocaster Elite. Last, but certainly not least; his one and only younger sister born in 1985 would be the Fender/Stratocaster’s rarest Japanese/American Guitar.

Although he is not a musician, and before he even laid his hands to the instrument; he had already experienced the love for the most important part of a guitar; the sound. Listening with our heart, listening with our spirit captivates and draws what ultimately will become our tambour.

Lynn and Keisha Hawley, may God continue to Bless your union, because you have opened my eyes of understanding to what real love is. Based on my observation, I am most certain that when you said I Do; it was because you heard a sound. As with any relationship, whether it be with self first and then someone else; there is a sound that we should all connect with. However, what happens in between all of that becomes irrelevant once we make our way back to THE SOUND. Childhood friend, I’m thankful that discovering who I am has led us back together that I may be inspired; and I am INSPIRED.

Brisket? Barbecue? Butterflies?

Talk about an  inspiration, No Need 4 Appraisal’s next “already worthy” of this Blog Spirational. I believe you already know him, Sean McGlothin; my Texas Best Friend.  You’ve read about him and our deepest conversations in earlier blog posts. He’s my brisket smoking, “because my grandfathers were the best at it”  and the only man in Texas that “literally” gives me butterflies. The more time I’ve spent with him, the more layers to him are being revealed. While eating his brisket and sharing conversations, I’ve witnessed how much of a hard worker he truly is, and why he takes pride in all that he does. Sean is a single father and an absolutely amazing son. His mother Renee, a former nurse is currently journeying through Dementia. He prides himself also, on protecting her while he works. And when I tell you he has every gadget in the world to protect her; he has every gadget in the world to protect her. Renee is less likely to wander off, cook a full fledge meal or even smoke a brisket when she gets hungry. Yes, I said smoke a brisket. In my most recent visit, and what inspired this Blog Spirational, was when Sean showed her a picture of her grandmother, she didn’t hesitate expressing who she was. I am so grateful to be able to see, one journeying through Dementia, their capabilities to express moments or precious people lodged in the spirit of their mind. It should remind us to love and embrace each happy moment, in the moment. Renee’s great great-grandfather is Roger Hughes Sr. He was very well known for his barbecue and hot links that he and his family served at the 1100 block of Bryan St.; known as Hughes Barbecue. Her father Roger Hughes Jr., who passed away in 2005, kept that tradition and secret recipe of barbecue and hot links alive. During my visit that day, Sean pulls out these black owned newspapers (butterflies again) La Vida News and Fort Worth Mind from January 1975. Of course, his great great great grandfather born in 1890 is on the front cover titling him “The Barbecue and Hot Links King”. The publications were celebrating his life and legacy after his passing. Roger Hughes Sr. was quoted as saying in The Fort Worth Mind’s issue from 1975, “pride can make you rich or pride can make you poor”. Mr. Hughes clarified his statement by saying “one’s pride sometimes stop him from doing a thing because he thinks he is too good to do this or that, when if that person continue, he would succeed, or it might give him the vision to do something else that he is called to do by the Almighty God”. A word of wisdom coming from one of Fort Worth’s first black millionaires, a gentleman helping blacks to become homeowners while satisfying their cravings for good barbecue and don’t forget “hot links”. Okay, gives me butterflies one more time. Why? Because these are examples of whispers from the spirit of our black heritage. Sean more often than not, smokes his own brisket and treats me to indulge occasionally. Thanks Sean! I am even more honored to have the inside story of why his brisket taste so good, it possesses some Roger Hughes DNA in it. A marinate of the Faith in the Almighty God, pride, courage and the tenacity to defy the system of racism. Obviously it made no difference to him. Black History, Black Heritage leads me to believe, especially when we are supportive of one another, that nothing shall be impossible. And Sean is very supportive of his culture, and I’m glad to be one of those he supports. He has inspired me to keep writing and to never stop creating.

Love Always, Carla Mashell Dulaney

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A Whisper From the Creek

I went to visit my dear friend Jean to celebrate her on her birthday.  It also happened to be the the one year anniversary of Mr. Clarke’s passing after his battle with Dementia.  I wasn’t sure if I was suppose to ask, but I wanted to see how she was doing emotionally.  So I asked how she was feeling after just one year of being without her husband.  She and I had previously discussed my desire to do what I am now calling a “Blog-Spirationals” so I was led to take this opportunity, not only to celebrate with her but to also celebrate her on how she has inspired my life.  Jean turned 77 years old on January 12 and Mr Clark passed away the day after.  My first question for Jean was how life felt to be without Mr Clarke this year, holding back a little she said “I miss him.”  However she also expresses her gratitude “I’m so grateful to still be here and living a vibrant and healthy life”.  At that moment very confidently and with strong conviction she said she feels 54.  What a position to take, as I think back on it.  A moment of truth after the long, and interesting  journey with Dementia she shared with her husband Jim Clarke.  I met Jim and Jean when I was working for Silverado Memory Care, he was one of the first people I became attached to when I started volunteering.  He was one of the two individuals that reeled me in with a “Winnie the Pooh” voice.  Winnie the Pooh is one of my favorite animated beings. Mr. Clark was sweet, yet quite outspoken and he loved his wife Jean.  Everyday, every 15 to 20 minutes he would ask if Jean had called to say what time she was coming to visit him.  And the response was always the same from our team “yes, she just called a minute ago and said she is on her way” that was us stepping right into Mr. Clark’s reality.  If ever he became agitated, all we had to do was remind him of his Air Force days and his love of aircraft, that opened the portal for him to teach us all he knew on the subject, he loved to teach.  Oftentimes we would shift back to Jean, the love of his life and he expressed how he desired to get away with her on “Hilltop”.  I asked Jean what that meant and she clarified it was the guest house at his son James’ house in New York on a “hilltop”. Awwwwww, such a romantic.  Jim was worth getting to know and since he was so interesting, I thought his wife either had to be equally as interesting; if not more.

Moving to Texas was a major move for me personally; it was my intent to explore “me” and meet new people and discover new things.  Working in both Memory Care and Dialysis, put me in the path of those young and old suffering or coping with an illness the best they knew how.  So when Jean says she is grateful to be living a healthy and vibrant life, it is truly something to be grateful for.

I later found out that both Jean and Jim were not just interesting, but are experts in recognizing beautiful and creative things.  Jim and Jean were great supporters of the Navajo arts.  Jean invited me to work on a project with her and amidst our project, I discovered an even greater love of art, Folk Art.  After seeing all that she and Jim collected from so many parts of the world and the uniqueness of it, I’ve been inspired to take my gifts of creating to another level, or should I say just be confident in my creativity.  Folk Art is defined as being done by a person without formal training.  But the greatest component of Folk Art to me is confidence in what you see to create.  A lot of Jim and Jean’s collections are from the Native American and Navajo Cultures, which really grasped my attention because my great grandmother was Creek Indian.  Many things began to unfold at that moment and I realized why I was so close to my great grandmother Maggie Hildreth Wilkerson. It has also explained why I’m able to connect with the spirit through nature.  Native American Art speaks, tell stories and capture one’s emotion.  From the pottery, to the rugs, to the Kachina Dolls through to the story tellers— what a compelling collection I thought — absolutely compelling.  Jean was not only a lover of the things she collected but her ability to articulate her knowledge was fascinating.  She had me amazed, I’m more than positive that the spirit of the Creek Indian was bearing witness to what I was being taught.  What I learned is that the Navajo and other Native American Cultures, had to use what they had in terms of i.e., supplies, paints and natural resources to create. My theory, is that this is what keeps the spirit of such culture alive and it connects us with nature. Again, philosophically and theoretically; this is  why I believe it was providential for me to come to Texas.   I’ve met and had some of the most interesting conversations with absolute fascinating Seniors.  I am so grateful to have connected with those that have passed on, because those conversations were impactful.

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Window Rock, AZ The Capitol of The Navajo Nation

We never know when we’ll have to tap into the spirit of who we are in order to keep us going.  Oftentimes, we get weary as a result of illnesses that come with the physical breakdowns of our minds and bodies or the circumstances in life that may seem unfair.  Mine and Jean’s project opened my eyes to who I am at my core and it definitely took my focus away from what I thought was an unfair circumstance at the time.  Jean and Jim in two different ways taught me to listen from within.  Jim’s Dementia was exacerbated by a tick-borne disease, which to me and I’m sure sometimes to him seemed so unfair.  But Jim’s love for aircraft and Jean Walbridge kept his spirit alive and would soothe his soul.  Jean, it seemed to me, gave me back what I was giving to Mr. Clark and others at Silverado; a unique kind of hope. Jean was an instrument to remind me to tap into who I am at my core and to make new possibilities happen. But as a Dementia Care Specialist (A Silverado Culture) I am able to remind one with Dementia of who they were, in order to enjoy for the moment. I am grateful to have crossed paths with families of the Silverado Culture because they taught me a great deal about who I am, and even now things continue to unfold. And I absolutely love being the best version of myself. Thank you Jim and Jean, for your support of the Native American Arts; because of you, I could hear the whisper from the Creek.

Jim and Jean’s inspiration motivated me to explore all areas of my creativity, because of them I’ve written my first Novella. In order that I may pay it forward and inspire others, your support would be greatly appreciated.

Naked Nation….12 Days Pass

This beautiful Japanese Maple Tree resides at The First United Methodist Church in Downtown Fort Worth, an absolute beautiful district. I love working in this area. On December 9, I was amazed and drawn to take a picture of its beauty. The sun’s rays magnified her beauty even the more. I was so full of the peace I couldn’t understand, my energy was super high and I was glad to be among the living. But, the Lord wanted me to see something, and exactly 12 days later He focused my attention back to this tree in its naked form.

I could not believe how something that beautiful could be gone in 12 days; I mean a drastic change. From full of beauty and life to absolute nakedness! I remember just how I felt the day I noticed no more leaves, I was a bit disappointed, because I wanted them to stay. That beauty didn’t last long enough for me to enjoy. However, the number 12, I’ve often heard from other ministers and of course google; symbolizes the perfect government of God. There were 12 disciples, twelve tribes of Israel, and Revelation 22;2 says there was a tree bearing twelve manner of fruits for the healing of a nation. Now that really stirred me up. A tree/we as a people/a nation have to go through a pruning in order to bear more fruit. That’s according to the teachings of Jesus in John 15. There has to be a loss in order for there to be a gain. How would you have known there was a “bird house” there if the leaves hadn’t gone, lol! But truthfully, there is a revelation to all that is happening presently in our world, God is revealing and uncovering so much. And it is FOR OUR GOOD! I’m too excited.

We are in a season, the season that was predestined for change. And if this season is threatened, there would be no way for new establishment or a groundbreaking to come. If we didn’t suffer change, there would be no transformation or a place for new life to set in. I’m reminded at how the disciples wanted to hold on to Jesus, but He said, if I don’t go, the comforter can’t come. The comforter which is Holy Spirit is fruit for our awakened spirit. And there is fruit/nourishment that is in the form of change, a change that is divinely set in place. to bring healing to our nation. I’m ready for Jesus, He is coming back. Be encouraged and stay ready so you don’t have to get ready, per Cedrick the Entertainer.

Love Always,

Carla Mashell Dulaney

Parched, Thirsty &; Tortured

So I heard and I read that the enemy, which are our thoughts, our past, our stronghold comes to steal, kill and destroy; but Jesus said I AM COME that you may have life and life more abundantly. So presently the enemy, your thoughts, your past, your strongholds come to steal your joy and your peace and torment you. But! The Spirit of the Lord is equally and even the more present in our situations and in our assignments. However, He does depart when the purpose has been served.

I have had the greatest struggle this week with what feels like rejection. I’m sure it’s because I desire for God to be pleased with me, but He also made me aware that I still seek to please man. He quickly reminded me; “I Am already pleased with you my Queen, you are my FINISHED work, it’s your sisters and brothers that you believe you have to bend over backwards to keep happy”. I was so moved in my spirit when I heard it; but why is it that I still desire to hear it from human beings? Why is it that I can’t just be satisfied or should I say content with God’s word? So I asked Him. He said “because you are a human, still alive, feel disappointment and you thirst”. I am that Samaritan Woman, once forsaken by religion and people. Never, ever being able to do anything right; I was told. And the cycle seems to just continue; but what I discovered………I am holding my own self hostage to people therefore I am parched. The people and jobs that I’ve been assigned to, start out being an assignment. I go above and beyond what they require and ultimately what God is requiring of me. Why? Because I long for connection, I long for the saying “a job well done”. The Samaritan Woman kept going to a well out of religion that had already ran dry. She asked Jesus, “aren’t you greater than our father Jacob”? His response “whosoever drinks of this water, thirst again”. The Samaritan Woman kept reconnecting with men because it was all she knew. When you were once forsaken, it’s a cycle that seems to never end. But the answer lies in knowing when to jump off, when your time is up; when the purpose has been served. Jesus showed up just in time for HER. The greatest sign for me in hindsight and even presently being reminded—when the thing begins to overly concern me and I am completely burdened down; it is time to go. I’ve become parched, because God’s grace has departed from the people, the place or the thing. It becomes difficult to tap into the well springing up in “you” because you are too busy trying to gain nourishment from the people or the job; therefore left parched. Manna was only given for a season to the children of Israel; but God sent manna for the purpose of increasing their faith. Jesus (the bread of life) didn’t stay long, when He served the disciples notice; they thought it was crazy talk. But if He didn’t go, the comforter; the lasting faith would not have been able to come. There is a greater purpose that is ahead of you and you need the nourishment for the journey.

Turn the faucet on in yourself! What you need is in you! Don’t lose sight of the purpose, because when you do; you lose sight of you.

Love Always,

Carla Mashell Dulaney