Fifteen minutes ago I sat down with the intent to still myself, silence my thoughts and meditate.  As I closed my eyes and began to focus on my breath, I began to push aside the many thoughts that were rushing towards me.  As I relaxed more into the moment, I began to think about letting go and moving forward.  I tried to push that thought away as it kept coming back to me, but eventually gave in and realized Spirit was wanting me to focus on something very specific.

We are embarking upon a new year soon and shortly thereafter a new president.  Many are concerned about the uncertainties that lie ahead for our country, our economy, our people.  The new year is twenty-eight days away, but yet I feel hopeful about what will come to an end in order for something new to begin.  You see, a new life is just a moment away — the moment in which you decide it will begin.  I have been writing since I was a child, short stories, poems and, most important, messages from Spirit.  Unfortunately, I stopped writing when I was about twenty years old and, although Spirit continued to speak, I was choosing not to listen.  Each time we ignore the voice, His voice, it becomes more faint, our path becomes less clear and our life journey harder.

As I move daily towards 2017, I now live by rules of three, which is my power of now, one of which I’ll share with you.  First, let it go — forgive everyone of everything.  Second, give it time — you won’t feel better immediately, but stay the course; patience will bring the joy.  Third, you can rest knowing All is Well!  What is unclear now, will all make sense in the end.

Everyday is another chance for a fresh start; every night is a chance to leave behind who and whatever doesn’t serve you. While I will continue to write and share via my blog and FB posts, it is now my intention to move into 2017 in a new format.  Today, and each day, I speak and confirm my new vision and will work until it manifests.  I do what each day allows and each night I re-declare:  “I move forward, and leave today behind; NOW is the time.”

Let it go.  Give it time.  All IS well!

BElinda poWELL© December 3, 2016

My daughter came here with a certain “knowing.”  When she was in the womb, I noticed how she responded to certain rhythmic beats of the music I listened to; she showed me early on what she liked hearing.  By the time she was nine months old is when she began to physically demonstrate her response to beats and by the age of 15 months old, she instinctively knew what type of dance corresponded to a certain rhythm.  It was truly amazing to watch.

Everything God — you may call Him Source, Spirit, Universe — does, starts with a seed and works according to principle or law.  My daughter came here with a knowing and, through learning her, I came to know that we all did.  Unfortunately, due to some of the conditions many of us had to survive in, we lost touch with our identities before we even knew who we were called to Be.  By the age of three, my daughter was speaking and acting with a level of authority that was intriguing for a child her age; so much so, that children more than twice her age were often taking direction from her rather than she them.

A few days ago I was out running errands and decided to make a quick stop at Starbucks to grab coffee.  As we entered the store, the friendly wait staff greeted us and while I was perusing the board, my daughter said (to no one in particular), “I am going to have a strawberries and crème.”  I immediately thought, the audacity of her telling me what she’s going to get, she didn’t ask me.  So I said, “no you will not.”  What was illuminating for me was, in that moment she didn’t respond to my statement, but Spirit did.  Now, the person behind the register had already written her order on a cup while I was still scanning the board for my desired item.  So, her expectation was being met, I just didn’t know it.  When the barista asked for my order, I placed mine and then restated what my daughter desired, to which the barista responded, “oh WE got that.”  My daughter has never limited herself; from the time she could speak she has always stated things in the affirmative.  Don’t get me wrong, she definitely “asks” for permission for things or to go places, etc., but there are those times when she speaks as though she knows it will be.  Isn’t that what faith is?  We command action (whether positive or negative) with our words.  When we ask of our Father, He never told us to worry about how it would happen, only that we should ask in faith … ask with a level of expectation and allow Him to determine its way to us.

What is it that you really desire?  Trust Him for the big things.  Get your mind on it, see it, speak it and now here’s the key:  get out of the way…. allow it to be.

We limit the Power within!  God is … Source, God is … Spirit, God is …  Universal.  God IS!

Belinda Powell, ©2016

This summer I was driving my daughter to camp in Southeast Dallas. Nearing our destination, we were stopped at a red light where there happened to be an AT&T truck with quite a bit of equipment outside of it blocking a small portion of the intersection.  What we didn’t see, however, was anyone “manning” the vehicle or the equipment.  A short time later, my daughter saw a technician rising from the manhole.  Her first response was one of fear, “I wonder if he’s afraid to go down there; I would be,” she said.  I told my daughter that although that’s his job, I was quite certain that upon his first time entering, he may have experienced some feelings of anxiety or fear, but you move forward in spite of it to get the job done.

I then began to think about every “new” adventure in my life and the fear that almost always gripped me. Leaving my parents’ home to go off to college; leaving college to move to Los Angeles; meeting, marrying and divorcing my ex-husband; moving to New York, meeting, dating and losing what I thought was love — first the Italian and then the Armenian — and most of this occurred before I turned twenty-eight.  I recall one situation in particular; the fear was so overwhelming that I developed an intestinal disorder, not realizing that I had disconnected so much from my feelings that it took a toll on me physically.  I was doubled over in pain.  I eventually realized the source of my problem had originated with my thoughts and I needed to get control of the mind if I wanted to regain control of what was manifesting in and through my body.  You see, unknowingly I had allowed fear to control my life.

Scripture references at least 365 times to either fear not, or don’t be afraid. Mark 5:35-36 is one such passage.  While Jesus was still speaking, some men came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue ruler.  “Your daughter is dead,” they said. “Why bother the teacher anymore?”  Ignoring what they said, Jesus told the synagogue ruler, “Don’t be afraid; just believe.”

Why did Jesus tell the synagogue ruler not to be afraid; he could simply have told him to believe? The reason he told him to not be afraid was because fear brings doubt, and doubt kills faith. God acts according to our faith.  How many times have you received an inspiring thought, belief or idea and then shared it with someone, only for them to speak from a place of fear (all the what if’s that can go wrong)?  Then, if we’re not careful, we allow doubt to creep in, so much so that it’s all but diminished our spirits and drained our energy!  We have to be mindful of the fact that we simply cannot share everything with everyone.  Some ideas have to be carefully guarded; God has entrusted you to bring it to completion.  Too often many ideas are aborted before they take root in our hearts and are never birthed because we’ve allowed words of doubt to have a greater impact than the thoughts and vision of God.

You were birthed WITH purpose and you’ve been entrusted with an assignment to execute.  When you’ve been called to do what you think is outside your capabilities, fear will come knocking, don’t give in to the trembling.  We have to learn to trust in order to achieve the triumph.  You are already equipped to get the job done.  No matter how dark or intimidating the hole appears, the mission is not only possible, it’s already done.  Don’t be afraid, manifest.  Go in and get the job done! manhole

Belinda Powell© November 2, 2016

Yesterday while driving home from work with my daughter, I stopped to get her something to eat. I happened upon a particular restaurant next to a building on Zang, which brought back a memory related to my father.  I began to tell my daughter the story of how one day I was going into this building on Zang to get information regarding joining a business organization.  As I parked and gathered my materials to go inside the building, there was a group of older men congregating outside the bank entrance.  As I approached them, I noticed their conversation ceased and they turned their attention towards me.  They acknowledged me; not wanting to make much eye contact I returned their greeting and proceeded swiftly inside to conduct my business.  After collecting the materials, I needed to hurry back to work.  As I approached the exit door I saw the same group of men, now larger as more men had stopped to visit with them, still maintaining their position outside the building.  As I exited the door and walked past the men, I overheard some of their conversation regarding their opinions of my physical appearance.  Unbeknownst to me, my father was exiting Bank of America in that same building and heard the men commenting about this particular woman walking away from them.  “Man, did you see her; did you see those legs, oh she had a pretty smile, etc.”  So, my father (who told me more of the conversation later), said as he got closer to the men they pointed him in the direction of the woman they were commenting about; unbeknownst to them, his daughter.

Although I had my head down—as if I was so engrossed in the literature I had just picked up from the organization—I was really just trying to avoid the men, their gestures and catcalling. Sometimes a lady will greet/acknowledge as a matter of common courtesy, but some men take that as an open door and become offended if they pursue further and you state your disinterest.  Later that evening, my dad called to tell me he saw me earlier in the day and explained the scenario at the bank.  I asked, “why didn’t you call out to me, why didn’t you make your presence known?”  My father responded that first, I was walking so fast that I was almost to my car when he realized it was me and second, he said the fact that the men were talking and laughing and yelling so loudly he didn’t know if I would have heard him or not, to which I responded, “I’m your daughter; I know my father’s voice!”

Today, in the midst of all the chaos in the land, the voices of the naysayers, the criticizers, the liars, the perverters of Truth, your Father is wondering, why won’t you call out to Him, why won’t you make your presence known. No matter how loudly they are talking, He wants me to tell you to listen, He is speaking.  Stand still, turn around; close your eyes.  Listen for the voice of your Father!©

Belinda Powell October 20, 2016


I logged onto my blog today with the mind to write and saw in my drafts three posts I had started earlier, but had not completed.  One post is dated January 8, 2014, another July 9, 2014 and the third, which is the heart of the matter today, dated July 28, 2014.  What was I going through in July that I didn’t finish the assignment?  Well, as I began to read the post dated July 28, 2014, it was entitled “Hidden Spaces.”  I began telling about the process of putting my house on the market and preparing it for staging.  I detail how I basically kept my house in a “staged” setting all the time that the realtor didn’t have much to do in terms of suggestions or adding additional pieces.  My house was already “staged.”   Emotionally, I was going through a lot during that time.  I was still figuring out how to deal with the loss of my father and the resulting aftermath that death usually reveals in family structures.  I was still recuperating from a foot that I had broken three months earlier.  My world “felt like” it was spinning out of control and, instead of stopping and becoming still, rather than speaking to the raging winds, I allowed fear to take over until those winds gained more momentum resulting in a fully formed, havoc wreaking tornado in my life.

What was the crux of that post that the enemy didn’t want me to share?  Well, I began to confess that during the process of making sure my home would photograph well, I strategically placed some items in closets, or upstairs where I knew no one would see things or even just moving some items to the floor out of the area to be captured by the photographers lens.  You see, there were things that I didn’t want to be visible.  But hey, that was just the first stage of hiding, oops I means staging (lol).  After the house listing went live and eventually a contract was placed on it, I then had the task of preparing to box up my life for the new owners to take possession.  I had to go into those closets, into those chest of drawers and other places that held either things and memories I was refusing to let go of or was just simply not ready to deal with.  I was holding on to many photographs, cards, letters and notes written from admirers, “friends” and lovers …. I was holding on to pictures and cards of trips taken to Paris and London, Montreal, Quebec City and various tropical destinations of people, situation and things I thought I had let go.   I was forced to clean out those hidden spaces.  But did I really clean them out?  Thus the reason why the post couldn’t be written two years ago.  I simply re-packed them and allowed them to stay in storage …. I stored them back into some hidden spaces.  They were definitely out of sight, but those memories had tentacles securing themselves in hidden spaces of my heart and were not out of my mind.

A week ago one of those hidden desires surfaced and in such a way that I could not ignore its presence.  I reached out to a friend to discuss what I was physically feeling and I wanted to do something about it and I began to make plans.  But, many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it’s the Lord’s purpose that will prevail (Proverbs 19:21).  I was forced to sit with those feelings for what seemed like an eternity.  I tried to sleep and couldn’t, I eventually took my daughter to an outside movie venue in an effort to get out of my head and in touch with my heart.  The next day I spent even more time in another very public setting to get outside of my head and into my heart.  After a week of silence and seeking His guidance, I was able to learn that this was spiritual …. I had given ground to something and for about twenty years had allowed it to lay dormant in a crevice of my heart and God wanted it to be dealt with.  Now I’m presented with how will I choose to deal with it …. (i) allow it to fully come up for examination and healing, (ii) act on it or (iii) stuff it down even deeper just because I didn’t like what I was being shown?

When God has a call for you, when there’s a work for you to do, He needs to show you all of you.  Why?  Simple.  When there’s no enemy within, no enemy without can do you harm.  I Timothy 3 outlines qualifications for overseers or those desiring those positions and speaks of a proving that needs to take place.  If we’re to be honest, clearly we can see from scripture that many have called themselves into positions and have not been called of God.  Thus the warning given in I Timothy 5:22  …. many have partaken in the sins of others because they were either ordained too quickly or given positions for which there had been no call.  In the Bible, Moses’ first set of 40 years he learned what it was to be somebody; his second set of 40 years, he learned what it was to be a nobody; in his third set of 40 years, he would now walk into his call.  He was built up to be broken down so that he would come to learn who he really was.  But yet we get excited when we hear eight, ten and twelve year olds who learn to hoop like their elders and place them in positions where no building or breaking has even had time to occur.

Matthew 4 details the three great temptations presented to Jesus in his ordeal with Satan.  Yet, I’m certain in Christ’s 33 years of living he encountered more because it says after Jesus resisted him, when the devil had finished all this tempting, he left until a more opportune time.   But in John 14:30 we read a statement of Christ’s victory …. the prince of this world cometh AND he has nothing in me.  Jesus lived in submission to the Father.  In order for us to resist our enemy, we have to first allow God to expose the hidden spaces of our hearts through submission, nevertheless not my will but Your Will God.  Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts and see if there be ANY wicked way in me.  The enemy knew that of all the disciples he could tempt to betray Christ, he could definitely appeal to Judas.  Why?  Judas had been stealing from the treasury all along; he was already a thief.  The enemy only used what was already in him.

If we’re to walk effectively in our callings, we have to allow the Holy Spirit to illuminate and we freely clean out those hidden spaces in our hearts; the carnal mind is an enemy to God.  If you’re His sheep, Psalm 139 and Psalm 23 should take on newer meanings to us today.  His sheep know His voice and another they will not follow … He leads in paths of Righteousness for His name’s sake.  Disciple, what is hidden in you …. what can your enemy appeal to?  What areas of your life have you perfected and staged so that you appear whole?  God wants to save us, even from ourselves!

John 8:32 (KJV)  And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

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Although I had four brothers, I was the only girl and growing up, my mother wouldn’t allow me to hang out with them using that phrase, “girls can’t do what boys do.”  So, I lived a somewhat solitary existence …. when my brother’s friends came over I had to make like a ghost and either be so quiet that they didn’t notice me or retreat to my room so that I wouldn’t be visible.  In my house, I was made to feel that I was either not wanted, not needed or that I just didn’t matter UNLESS it was to serve them in some manner.  I was sandwiched between two brothers older than me and two younger …. so I was either vacillating between being abused in some manner by the oldest or being nurturing to the younger.  But my older brother closest in age to me was the wild card in the family.  Due to the abuse he endured, he learned to be a rebel, he pushed back against all authority and I began on some level to live through him.  Inside I was screaming, inside I was arguing back, inside I was dying because I was not living out loud …. as a result of my abuse, my voice was being silenced.  So while I was shrinking, my brother two years older was acting out what he was feeling.  He acquired a reputation in the school and the neighborhood and I admired him.  While I didn’t have the desire to act in the manner he did, his reputation gave him some “street credibility” as they would say and I was able, on a few occasions, to use that to my benefit.  There were a few times in church I recall having to live up to being TP’s little sister and fight some battles.  However, on the block we lived on, I never had to scrap with anyone because I was known as “TP’s sister”.  So unknown to him, his actions, his reputation had benefits for me and I was able to make my way through, or in some instances avoid altogether, some tough situations.

I read a lot of posts on Face Book where those who profess to be believers in God, born again or Christian often speak of telling the devil that whatever tribulation or temptation he sent their way was nothing, encouraging him to come at them again or to try another way and in other instances talk often about how they are having to fight Satan.  I’m often perplexed at these statements because I see no where in scripture are we ever told to fight our enemy.  What example(s) do we see from Jesus … we never see Jesus fighting Satan.  Jesus submitted to His father, prayed, and He resisted the enemy by walking in (SPEAKING) truth!  James 4:7 instructs us to submit ourselves therefore to God; RESIST the devil, and he will flee from us.  Resist him by not buying into his LIES.  Ephesians 6:13 says to take unto ourselves the whole armor of God, that we may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.  We are doing none of this in our might or power and maybe that’s where we go wrong.  Look at Colossians 2:15 … Jesus disarmed powers and authorities, made a public spectacle of them and TRIUMPHED over them by THE CROSS.

The Spirit Himself [Holy Spirit] testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him. (Romans 8:16, 17, NASB)

In John 15, Jesus spoke with his disciples making a distinction between them being no longer servants but friends: “no longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.”  But we have an advantage over the early disciples. In John 1:12, we’re told but as many as received him, to them He gave power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name, which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. I’m more than a friend, I’m a son of God and joint heir with Christ. When I am afraid or when my enemy appears too strong for me, I can rest on Jesus’ reputation, His “street credibility; all I have to do is call on the name of my Big Brother!

We are OVERCOMERS by the Word; let’s enter into His rest …..

Belinda Powell, ©May 29, 2015
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