Mandisa

When I thought about starting a blog I had no idea what I wanted to name it. I kept toying with different words but none of them really reflected me. They either sounded really clique or had nothing to do with who I was as a woman. All day long I struggled with it until it finally hit me. This morning I woke up and found myself watching a young woman who was a former contestant on the show American Idol. She talked about her successes and failures after she was voted off the show. The thing that struck me the most was her ability to admit that she was flawed. Here was a woman who had been on one of the most popular shows on television who now had to deal with the pressures of fame. Like an addict she chose to self medicate herself with the vice that she knew best, food. Eventually this young woman woke up and found that God's love for her was all that she needed and more. But then it hit me. My lack of money, my lack of love, my lack of whatever it was that I desired most really didn't matter. Here sat a woman before me that had all of her needs met but still didn't have happiness. I realized then that no amount of money could buy it. Inner peace and inner strength sprinkled with God's love is what could. Mandisa was, even back then, what she is now a complete woman, no matter what size or shape. In dew season I pray that each of us finds this....