Saturday, October 5, 2019

Phenomenal

God thinks you’re phenomenal!


I don’t love photos of myself (Did you know there’s a book called I Feel Bad About my Neck?), but I wanted to post this picture of the t-shirt my daughter gave me, and I thought it'd look weird without my head in it. The word phenomenal is something we share. Years ago, we started reading and talking together about the poem “Phenomenal Woman,” by Maya Angelou.

Also years ago, during his sermon, a minister acted out a story to demonstrate God’s great love. You know those photo holders in wallets (like the one below)? The minister stood at the top of the middle aisle of the church and made motions to show opening a wallet and the photos falling, accordion style, down, down, down the aisle -- a big long ribbon of them. He said, “God’s love is like this: He takes out the photos of all his children, holds up the one of you and says, ‘See John [insert your name here]? Isn’t he great? Isn’t she amazing?’” ...OR... “Isn’t she (or he) phenomenal?”

God loves you like that.   Your Name Here  , you are a phenomenal woman.   Your Name Here  , you are a phenomenal man.    Your Name Here  , you are phenomenal.

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,   
The stride of my step,   
The curl of my lips.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,   
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,   
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.   
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.   
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,   
And the flash of my teeth,   
The swing in my waist,   
And the joy in my feet.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered   
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,   
They say they still can’t see.   
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,   
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.   
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.   
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,   
The bend of my hair,   
the palm of my hand,   
The need for my care.   
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Maya Angelou, “Phenomenal Woman” from And Still I Rise. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (Random House Inc., 1994)

What can I pray about for you?

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What is this?? A while back, I had an idea. I was thinking of some friends I wanted to pray for, but I didn't have a specific thing to pray about on their behalf. I decided to pray that they would feel God's love. I decided to send them an email when I prayed, so they'd know and be encouraged. Then I thought about my many other family and friends who I would like to encourage with prayer, and decided to start this email.
    Two things I try to do:
-- Encourage you with a reminder of God's love. My goal is to avoid anything where the response is "I should..." Just a short reflection of God's love.
-- Pray for you. I'll pray with each email, and please reply to me with anything you'd specifically like me to pray for you. I'll keep it confidential, don't worry..
   

.     If you would like to send me specific prayer requests. I will gladly pray with you. Email me at mavis at moonfamily.cc. I'll keep all communication confidential.

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