Sharing the Journey

           While working in my kitchen, I was listening to The Mississippi Mass Choir’s 2005 song narrated by Reverend Benjamin Cone, Jr, “It Was Worth It All.” As he shared his testimony of colon cancer and coding while preparing to be released, my spirit perked up and brought a few things to my remembrance.         The year had to be around 1994 or 1995. I began to feel a slight twinge in my side and decided to have it checked out. Normally, this was something I’d ignore, but I felt strongly that this time was different.         At the emergency room, I explained that I was feeling some pain in my side, and while it was not extreme, I wanted to get checked because I had a history of ectopic pregnancy. (This is a pregnancy where the baby lodges in the fallopian tube rather than the uterus. It is always fatal for the baby and had nearly been fatal for me in a previous pregnancy. I shared that testimony in a 2016 post called I Believe in Miracles Because I Am One .) Anyway, some tes

           Friends, I am so full right now I can barely type. But I know I’ve got to get this out of me before the enemy comes and tries to take it away. I just came out of prayer with my friends at Refugee Temple Church in Burlington North Carolina . Prayer was led by their faithful pastor, Bishop Reginald Davis, and he was on fire! Yet it was the closing of the prayer that took me over the edge.         As Bishop closed out and made his final remarks, they began to play a song called “ Any Day Now ” by Ricky Dillard and New G featuring the talented Bebe Winans. The song basically declares, “I’m expecting my miracle any day now.” It says I shall have what I believe any day now. As I listened I heard in my spirit, “Are you expecting? Are you believing?”         You see, I have this problem where no matter what I know in my head, there’s something that keeps telling me I have to earn the favor of God; I have to work for His goodness to operate in my life; that God will only do great

         Tonight, just about the time I should have begun preparing dinner, I looked at all of the unfinished things I’d planned to do around my house. My to do list is ever-growing and it’s daunting and more often than not I found myself wanting to quit instead of pressing on. But after having a conference with God, who always meets me in my kitchen, He did like my children do and followed me to the bathroom.         He recognized before I did that the enemy was launching an attack. I’d just had beautiful fellowship with God and before I could process it all, the enemy was saying, “The day is over and what have you accomplished? You will never get it right. Look at this place. And what are you going to fix for dinner?” But as quickly as those thoughts came, Holy Spirit came and chased Him away, and then He ministered to my heart.         “Give it to me, Dutchess,” He whispered. “It’s not your battle to fight. Give it to me.” And I did, kind of. Admittedly I started out by beratin

         On 20 August 2016, I shared the testimony of how God delivered me and spared my life when all reason said I should have been dead in a blog post titled, “ I Believe in Miracles, Because I Am One .”   Now I believe He’s telling me it’s time to share the story of three other lives He saved in a most miraculous way. Number one is the story of my mother. I alluded to her in my August 2016 post. Momma had been feeling bad for a while but it was nothing major. Still, she went to the doctor and they told her she had acid reflux. Nothing they did gave her relief. Jump ahead approximately two years, and her situation has gotten so dire that she cannot swallow – not even saliva. Her throat had completely sealed. She could breathe, but could not eat or drink.         Finally a doctor diagnosed esophageal cancer and gave her two months to live. They gave her a “peg” tube so that she could receive nutrients via liquids such as Ensure. She received radiation treatments and chemotherapy

         It’s been a long time since I’ve sat at my computer with the purpose of writing and sharing on my blog. I figured it didn’t matter much how much or little I shared since there weren’t too many people reading it anyway. I don’t have a lot of followers, so no one will miss me or what I shared if I stopped. That might be true, but stopping was wrong.         I started Sharing the Journey because God told me He had given me the tongue of the learned that I should know how to speak a word in season to he who is weary. ( Isaiah 50:4 ) He commissioned me to be a tool in His hand to turn the hearts of His people back to Him. He told me to share with others what He shares with me in order to encourage and edify and help His children fall in love with Him again; to seek Him with all their hearts.         So I say respectfully, but with strong conviction, I’m not writing for followers or popularity. I write for God. I write the words He gives me with faith that He will send those who