The No Rules Blog (March 26, 2022)

One of the million things I have learned about myself in recent years is that, when it comes to my writing, if I set extreme expectations, I end up not following through and giving up. Hence why my last post before this one is from 2020, almost 2 years ago. Wow.

Why? I feel that having a blog requires a vast amount of time to plan the content, typing it, reviewing it (in my case, re-reviewing it many times and changing a word or a phrase every single time -yes, my brain is that complicated-), and finally publishing it. Because I usually have a full schedule with working full-time, doing school part-time, being a wife, a mom, a leader, and a person who needs quiet time (away from all the distractions to refresh, recharge, and learn and receive from the Lord), the blog and journaling end up being the first thing I neglect. There you go!

What am I doing about it? Well, I am 40 now. So I am playing by new rules. It is a new decade that my loving Heavenly Father allows me to live -so I plan to enjoy it to the fullest-. Being unapologetically who He called me to be. Not worrying about what people think about me and following a specific set of rules (blog-wise) as readers usually expect. This may be my last blog for the next 5 years or more. Hopefully, that’s not the case since I love blogging so much! It is always on the back of my mind. It’s like a small, tender voice saying, “Dee, you gotta get back to blogging.” So here I am, once again. But now 40. With the new “No Rules Blog.” I am typing about my deepest and most vulnerable feelings and thoughts and putting them out there in hopes of helping someone. I type, God will bring the people who need to read it.

My prayer is always that I can be the person He called me to be. To have the vulnerability He wants me to have when sharing my story so I can help other people struggling with the same crap. Yes, I say crap often thanks to what Apostle Paul wrote in Philippians 3:8. Some translations call it garbage, rubbish, dung, and filth. In the Dee translation, I call it crap. Everything, when compared to the immeasurable joy of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, is crap. Nothing else matters in my life -education, a well-paid job I had in IT, status, house, cars, prestige, etc.- than having Jesus as my Lord and Savior. He called me to be bold, to stand up and fight for what is right, to love EVERYONE regardless of their spiritual, physical, and psychological condition.

God did not call me to assess someone’s situation, and if they are worth to love, to love them. NOPE! He called me to love my neighbor as myself. And I love myself WAY TOO MUCH! Why? Because Christ lives in me! Because He created me. Before, I used to think I was being prideful for loving myself too much. But hey, I AM 40 NOW! More mature, bold, and sassy! In a good way, of course. And if my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, I gotta love my temple and do my best for it to be one where God finds excellence! No matter the cost, the tears, and the stubbornness. IT MUST BE EXCELLENT because Christ lives in me!

Enough for today. I am getting passionate. That is who I am, a passionate woman. For God first, for the things of God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, my husband, boys, parents, brothers and sisters in Christ, pastors, church family, unborn, and for everyone fighting injustice, for the oppressed souls. Yes, I am passionate! Unapologetically passionate! This is my blog. This is my space. This is where I can open up more than I do on social media. This is an oasis for people dealing with crap and trying to become better. Trying to walk in God’s purpose for their life. If you are like me, join me in my journey! We will learn together. I am here for you, and if you read my long posts, that means you are here for me! We will grow together. For God’s glory. To move forward His Kingdom!

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