"Background"
My name is Louis Hardy. I was born in Jefferson Davis Hospital to Louis Dorsey & Latonya Hardy on May 29th, 1983. My Aunt Cheryl, my mom’s sister, said that on the day I was born, God gave her a vision and told her that I shall be called Peter (A Rock). Growing up I hated that name; Maybe I even loath it to some degree. I couldn't understand the significance of it, nor understood why people addressed me by that name seeing as though it wasn't the name my mother gave me. Funny thing is, I wouldn't be surprise if theirs family members on my mom’s side who still after 27 plus years don't know that my actual name is Louis.
"The Man of Many Names"
It's almost like I'm different people, and each name that I'm addressed by carries different weight, memories, and identities. Depending on how you know me, depends on what you call me, and if I don't see your face and you call me by a particular name, I can easily identify how you might know me. My names are as follows: To my mom, some friends, and at work, I'm Louis, to high school friends, I am LMo, to my moms family, I am Peter, to the women on my dads side, I am Pookie, to the men on my dad's side, I am J.R. (JR), to music contemporaries or friends, I am L, to supports of HISD, I am Ldavoice. Surprisingly, I'm use to all 7 names, and Identify with them all. But I will admit, I don't care for Pookie much, but I couldnt see my women family members calling me anything else. LOL.
"I Confess"
I have been everything in the book: a lier, a thief, an adulterer, a fornicator, a blasphemer, a murderer (with words), a hypocrite, a glutton, lazy, a hoarder, an overall bad example and pretty much everything that God detests. I am nothing more than filthy rags; luckily, by grace and through faith in Christ I have been justified, and enabled to see most (if not all) of my faults. Finally after years of being a back slider, a waverer in my obedience and sometimes faith, the sanctification process has begun to take place in my life. The journey so far has been amazing. This is the first time in life that I really feel free and have a clear conscious and no kind of guilt lingering. What a feeling. I believe that I have finally overcome (or overcoming) some obstacles that had held me captive for years such as, insecurity, sexual immorality, depression, plus other things. Still though, even though I consider my self free from those things. I still pray for God to guard my heart and protect me from the wickedness of my flesh which will never be saved.
"Embrace the Truth"
It took many years for me to embrace the truth about myself. One day during my sophomore year in college after a long convo with my Aunt Cheryl, I was challenged by her to read about the Apostle Peter's life. It was crazy, but his personality and some of his actions seemed very familiar to me, I was like "Man I'm just like that". As my aunt told me in the convo (I'm about to paraphrase here) "boy, you've always been a leader and marched to your own drum, rather it be for the better or the worse. It's always been hard to convince you cause you have such a strong will, but when you were at your best, no one was better, and when you were at your worse, no one was worse" lol. I would have to agree. I have almost fully embraced the name that my aunt said God told her to adorn me with, Peter. I'll be honest, it's still hard knowing that to whom much is given, much is required, but I’m ready to embrace the call and do whatever and go wherever God wants me to, wholeheartedly with no complaints. I've spent years running from my calling because I wanted to fit in with others or was just too scared thinking that submitting to God meant that my life would be boring for the rest of my life (foolish me). How can you be selfish with a life that is not yours? It was God who gave you life for his purpose, not your own. It's time for Davoice to be just that, a voice in the wilderness.
"Conclusion"
So with this blog, I will be as transparent as God will allow me to be in hopes that, my life, my experiences, and transformation can speak to the hearts and spirits of those who read this. May God be the glory!
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