“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
No, I’m not dead. I’m very much still here, actually.
I’m still dancing, and that’s not going too bad for me.
I’m still studying health science in my spare time for fun, still exercising and dieting, and still dating the same wonderful woman I have been for what will be coming up to two years now. If I count all those things, I should be feeling blessed. I should be feeling like I’m more than content, but happy, and not needing of assistance from people.
But in all reality, I’m actually struggling.
“8Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” –Isaiah 64:8
Think back to when you were in grade school, and you were playing with Play-Doh, or putty. Back then, it was an adventure—what could you make out of this random, extraordinary substance? Anything you could possibly imagine, right? The scope of what you could create was limited only by your childlike imagination, and as a kid, that’s a really wide scope! So you set to work and put your hands deep into it; you spent what seemed like immeasurable time trying to painstakingly make the perfect elephant, or the greatest spaceship you could think of.
You knew when everything was said and done, and you showed the finished product to your friends, parents and teachers, that it was going to be amazing—the best thing you’ve ever made.
Guess what? That’s how God imagines you, too.
Today, when you put your whole faith in Him, keep this in mind: not only is it just a painstaking process for you to be crafted as clay by the ultimate potter, but it’s the potter’s sheer and utter joy to make you into what you will be! He delights in using his vast imagination—and that’s a whole lot of imagination beyond us, because Dad’s omniscient—and is excited, just as you were, to see the end result! God is absolutely pumped to be working on you, the clay, and He, the potter, because you are an amazing creation, and are being lovingly and joyously shaped for His purposes.
Rejoice in the process of being yet still an unfinished piece of pottery. There’s a whole lot of excitement and love going into this process of making you…you.
Written by: Michael “Bboy Roach1” Roach
Sorry for the long time, no blog everyone! I’ve been extremely busy lately—and a tad stressed as usual—but God is getting me through it, and is doing some great work with His Spirit in my life.
Recently, I traveled to Nashville, Tennessee for a B-boy battle, and throughout the cyphering (time when breakers just get down and exchange the dance with each other) I felt…happy. Not happy simply because I was dancing—no, happy because I felt a greater sense of purpose in every movement I was making.
What’s up? I’ve been noticing some things have been changing lately.
Am I right? Things seem to be heading in a different direction for you—slowly, sure, but they are. You feel happier, even if it’s a tad. There are some positives that you’re taking away in your day-to-day activities. You’re finding more excuses to smile every once and a while. Heck, sometimes nothing extraordinary happens and you just look up to the sky and say, “Thanks, Jesus.” That’s great.
I want you to know I’ve been noticing, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Really, I know, sometimes we don’t say that enough in our lives—that we’re legitimately proud of someone. Let alone that someone being you. But I am. We all are.
You’ve remained trusting. You’ve never given up on the goals that were laid out before you. You’ve soldiered on even when things were darkest and most bleak. When people said negative crap about you, you dared to say, “I love you, too”. Not only that, but you’ve grown more humble; you’ve gotten on your knees more, opened up more, cried out more, and been wholly content when everything was not-so-optimal. That takes a lot of heart, and a lot of faith.
Even with all the scars, they’re healing, and you’re finding ways to smile. That’s so admirable in its’ own right, because quite frankly the rest of us struggle with that.
God’s given you these blessings; these happy moments; these small blueberry slices of life. Because you’re not getting too haughty and you’re well aware of where and why they come. And that’s why we’re so proud. And I’m so proud. Because you’re truly letting transformation happen—growing and learning as the process exercises itself.
So keep on keeping on! Stay low to the ground to get as high as the sky. You’ve got a lot, a lot more work to do.
I’m proud of you for where you’ve been and where you’re going.
We all are.
On some mornings—after I get done with my morning routine—I like to browse the internet in search of stuff to inspire me to hit the keyboard and write. In my opinion, the best way to get decent at your craft is to practice it a lot. So for me, that means reading a lot to write even more. Pretty sure I have 3 books I’m juggling reading, all at the same time right now, but that’s beside the point.
I wandered over to Health.com and found this fun little article, “The Real Reason I Work Out? Because I Want to Live in Leggings”. Granted, I don’t wear leggings, and I never will (99.9% guaranteed!)—but the article really made me smile.
The article is nothing comprehensive, nothing crazy deep, and that’s the good thing. Because it’s simple and a point of inspiration.
So I decided to write my own.
This is kind of strange. Normally, I write a draft on Microsoft Word, double check it and proofread it a couple times, and pray for the relevancy of it to at least speak to some of you, the readers. It could be health related, life related, Christ related, whatever–usually it’s a process. One I quite enjoy, might I add.
But today, after some serious morning scripture study and prayer, I asked God this:
“God, I’m not coming to you today to ask for deliverance from my situation. Yes, I want it to be alleviated, but by you. I pray you give me wisdom and patience. I pray most of all, that you come in me today, and give me a sign. Not because I don’t believe in your works or need validation of the truth–but because I know you can reassure me in light of my fears.”
This writing is what he told me, and I’m speaking strictly off-the-cuff what the Spirit is saying in my heart:
“Michael. Son. Here’s your sign. No miraculous material thing, or someone saying to you, just words from a book you read that speaks words directly from my mouth to your soul. I’m giving you the Spirit. The Spirit to be uplifted from these times. The Spirit to be set apart in your community, your friends. The Spirit to push forward and work. The Spirit of patience, grace, and mercy. The Spirit of comfort.
Do you get the pattern here, son? You pray for deliverance usually like this: ‘Give me the strength,’ or ‘Let me work hard for you.'” And I appreciate those sentiments, but you’re missing the point.
Give me all the credit! You do nothing in your own strength–quite honestly, you are weak without me. You have been selfish in believing you were the one doing the work.
I did all those things. I give. And I will do for you. Not you. Me.
I give you my Spirit and I do the work. Your goal is to profess me, and live unashamed for me. These times are trying, yes, I know. But I am building in you a Spirit to do more than you know.
Just rely on me. Truly rely on me. One-hundred percent, Michael. In everything. Patience means trust. It’s not your own strength, it’s my strength.
Give me the credit and watch what I do.”