!I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU!

Well happy Wednesday to you all! There will be no week's post for today. Per say. I've been primarily focused on my move into my new place. 

So I'm sitting my scribing self in the corner. 

But since you're here, I don't want you to leave here empty handed. I feel like blessing somebody with a token of my appreciation for visiting this page on the regular. 

I hope you're good at following steps.

Here's what I need you to do;

1. Read this post for me: #MustardSeed. 

Out of all of the posts I've written since 2013, this was the one that received the least amount of reads. I'm surprised because this year, if I be a witness is one that required we operate in great FAITH. Whether it's because nothing changed, something changed, or everything changed,

faith was definitely needed. 

2. Tell me what has faith done for you this year or just period so far?

3. Choose one of my posts from this year that you believe had the greatest impact on you and tell me how and why. 

Include this in your email about faith. 

4. Send everything to gino.publishinggroup@gmail.com, by 11:59pm this Sunday, November 4th, 2018. Anything after that will not be accepted.

The person who can make me cry will receive a special gift from me! LOL! 

No seriously, the person whose story can effectively articulate how faith has redefined your life and journey in Christ, will receive a gift from me before the end of this year! 

What's the gift you ask?

Well, it wouldn't be a gift if I told you what it was. Now would it? 

Ok, if you need a booster or a spark plug, check this out real quick. 

Three years ago, when I lost my job and I had to move back home with my parents, God told me that when I came out this time, that my family was going to come out with me. 

He didn't tell me when this was going to happen. How this was going to happen. Nor who all would be considered in the number for "family." 

That's all He told me. 

The first year home was brutal. I experienced so much psychological warfare as well as witchcraft, spiritual/emotional abuse, and public humiliation at the hands of my leaders at my previous church. The second year the warfare became more aggressive because I was just about coherent enough to hear God tell me to leave that church. 

It seemed as if my obedience invited a hell storm on every angle.

The level of retaliation seemed unbearable. This environment hated me and those who hated me just as much were praying prayers to arouse the environment even more to torment me. I pleaded with God plenty of times to get me out of this place. 

He told me that I would be here for another year and gave me instructions on how to endure.

But imagine my discouragement. 

Once I snagged a job, I took advantage of the time to rebuild my life the best way I could with the little I'd been given. 

This year the end of August I believe, I found out to my surprise that this place where I'm stationed with my parents has been in foreclosure since 2014 and that the bank would possibly be seizing the building at the end of September. 

I panicked. 

This entire year, I was digging myself out of debt so that I could purchase property. 

I felt gravely unprepared to pick up and move so suddenly though. 

Especially like this. 

Fear had me override God's words that this would be my last year here. 

All I could think is, "Oh my God! We're going to be homeless!" 

With very few family members in better off situations than ours, options were looking slim. 

A few days after my birthday, I came home and discovered the city had cut the water supply off to the building. Somebody say, the well was officially empty. My brook was now dry.

 No longer in the mood to wrestle with MY plans, I texted a friend in real estate and asked her for a favor. I asked her to find me a place to live peacefully until I could purchase some property. Literally the next day, she found me the perfect spot and because I'd been faithfully consistent and following God's instructions throughout this year with working on my credit, I was immediately approved without snags or issues. 

I'll be moving into a new place this weekend! 

And guess what? My friend's name means Faith, in Swahili. She's a woman I'd just so happen to sit next to one Sunday last year at my church and chose to introduce myself to. 

Anyway, this bless-up is a very peculiar one. I myself could not have come up with it and it's certainly not what I was looking to do at all. Mentally, I wanted to own my own property. Realistically, God made me aware that I was not quite ready. However, this setup will position me for readiness and to be a solution to those close to me while granting me time and peace to keep building. 

 In addition, I was able to come face to face with the promise keeping side of God. He delivered immediately. He kept my feet from from hitting a rock and covered those close to me. 

I would not have had this privilege had I not used my mustard seed of faith. Had I not held on to it for three years. I could have been swallowed up by anxiety or immobilized by fear easily and I would not be able to testify of His goodness today. 

This is my unadulterated truth on how that mustard seed of faith has made such a tremendous impact on me. Now, I believe I have enough to get me through this next chapter of life. 

I'm excited to say the least. 

So what's your story? Tell me!!!! 

OAN: Right now my favorite post would be Good Clay. Mainly because, I took a scriber's risk and shifted from being simply transparent in Broken Bricks, to being completely vulnerable. It's a side of me I've done very good at protecting from the public. I used to curse my vulnerability because it seems like it has always attracted scrutiny. But after I wrote this post I felt a new sense of freedom. I didn't feel ashamed anymore. If I hadn't wrote this post, I would not have ever written some of my other posts. 

At the end of the day. I don't write to entertain or to build a brand. I write to heal, transform, and deliver people from similar circumstances.

If one person reads something that I've written and it does one of the above, 

I've done my job.
So, I want to hear your feedback!
Which one of my posts this year resonated with you the most? 

In the meantime, in between time, thank you guys for stopping by!

I greatly appreciate you all.

I hope you can participate in my scribing contest. 

And I'll be with you next week if it's God's will! 

Psalm 45:1

“My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.”  

If you're in the city of Chicago, I will be ministering through prophetic song along with these anointed vessels, next Saturday. I invite you to come! 

We'd love for you to worship God with us!