Becoming More Than Just a Survivor

I realize today is “Taboo Tuesday” but I need to switch up my message.  Lately it seems as if I am having such a hard time with life.  As it appears I’m going through the storm of uncertainty alone.  Yet, something deep within whispers to my soul that  there are others that feel as I do about life.

This might come across as TMI (too much information) but everyday I sit in the bathroom an contemplate my life, the lives of my children, the lives of their children and so forth and so on.   And to top things off is:  most people say I should not worry about those I will never meet.  But, I think differently because I have come to learn that the past always step on the heels of the future.  And I am trying desperately to change the course of my family’s outcome that was affected by my teen choices.

What I want for myself I also want for my children and my descendants.  I want to be “more than just a survivor” and I want my children and my descendants to be people that live life on the plus-side.  I guess what I am trying to express here is that I want my children and my descendants to be ordinary people doing extraordinary things!

This morning as I sat in the bathroom lost for words to pray about my current state of mind I picked up a book titled “The Power Of A Praying Woman” by Stormie Omartain.  Her words of wisdom confirmed that I am not alone in the sea of uncertainty, as her words of wisdom renewed my desire by reassuring with spiritual reminders God wants me to have life more abundantly.

I found Mrs. Omartain’s words so powerful and note worthy  that I shared them below:

More Than Just a Survivor

Stormie OmartianIf you’re like me, you don’t want to live the kind of life where you are barely hanging on.  You don’t want to merely eke out an existence, find a way to cope with your misery, or just get by.  You want to have the abundant life Jesus spoke of when He said, “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly” (John 10:10).

We don’t want to be women who hear the truth but seldom act in faith to appropriate it for our lives.  We don’t want to be forever grappling with doubt, fear, insecurity, and uncertainty.  We want to live life on purpose and with purpose.  We find it boring to live like a baby, feeding only on milk.  We want the solid food of God’s truth so we can grow into a life that is exciting and productive.

None of us enjoys going around in circles, always passing through the same territory and coming back to the same problems, same frustrations, same mistakes, and same limitations.  We don’t want to become calloused, hard-hearted, bitter, unforgiving, anxious, impatient, hopeless, or unteachable.  We don’t want to end up with a negative attitude that says, “My situation will never be any different because it hasn’t been any different for a long time.”  We want to break out of any self-defeating cycle of repeated patterns and habits and be able to transcend ourselves, our limitations, and our circumstances.  We want to be more than just a survivor.

We want to be an overcomer.  We want to be a part of something greater than ourselves.  We want to be connected to what God is doing on earth in a way that bears fruit for His kingdom.  We want to have a sense of purpose in our lives.  We want to abound in God’s love and blessings.  We want it all.  All God has for us.  But we can never achieve that quality of life outside the power of God.  And then only as we pray.



The Prayers of Black Women: The Story of A Blind Girl


Artist:  Unknown
Artist: Unknown

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:

“Just take care of my eyes dear.”

This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations.

Life Is A Gift

Today before you think of saying an unkind word–
think of someone who can’t speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your food–
think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before you complain about your husband or wife–
think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion.

Today before you complain about life–
think of someone who went too early to heaven.

Before you complain about your children–
think of someone who desires children but they’re barren.

Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep–
think of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance you drive–
think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when you are tired and complain about your job–
think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another–
remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down–
put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around.

Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it.

Story and Photo Source:  Facts that will blow your mind


Inspirational Fridays: The Story of The Butterfly . . .

Artist:  Renae Taylor
Artist: Renae Taylor

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.  One day a small opening appeared.  He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.  Then it stopped, as if it couldn’t go further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly.  He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.  The butterfly emerged easily but it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch it, expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge and expand enough to support the body.  Neither happened!  In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around.  It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness  and haste did not understand:  The restricting cocoon and the struggle required by the butterfly to get through the opening was a way of forcing the fluid from the body into the wings so that it would be ready for flight once that was achieved.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.  Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.  We will not be as strong as we could have been and we would never fly. ~~Author Unknown

Taboo Tuesdays: Learning to be Happy in Your Skin – Part III

MA Concerned Mom asked:

I have asked my friends and family a million times but nothing works maybe someone can give me something else to try? I have a daughter who is 5 she is half african american half white. She is a beautiful girl but she HATES her color (carmel). Ive tried explaining to her that she is beautiful and no matter what color she is she is beautiful. Ive tried explaining everything to her it dont work! My son is very pale color and she seems to be so jealous of him I even have a hard time getting her to go to her.dads house or family’s cause she dont want to be around “colored” people. Its like she resents them for her color! She often ask who God punished her and made her brown or if she can paint herself white. Please someone have tips? Im out of ideads..

Most often God is blamed for things people don’t like about themselves and or about their unhappy lives.  With such feelings come anger as disappointed hearts cultivate delusional thoughts.  Often when people chose not to believe in God or the belief that there is a universal creator they lack respect for life (self, others and non-human) on many levels.  I hope to convey in the this paragraph that when a person does not like themselves or their life they detach from the very essence of their spiritual being.

It is as if disappointment(s) in life make self-haters feel less human and void of any spiritual understanding.  At least that is how I felt and feel during moments of self-hatred.  With great remorse I must acknowledge the spirit of self-destruction most often comes with the feeling of self-hatred.

Moment of Revelation:  Oh!  My!  God!  If I could use words to describe my life up till this point they would be “I was a runaway caboose.”

Reflecting on my sad past makes me angry!  Very angry!  The mean spirited actions of others set my life on a course of living hell here on Earth!  What happen to me as a child shows the unrestricted boundaries concerning the cruelties of mankind.  Only mean and heartless people would and will make innocent children feel bad for whatever is deem as a social imperfection!  Sad!  Sad!  Sad!  Sad!  Sad!

Really!  Trust me when I write, I am very upset right now!  I am at the brink of tears!  How can people be so cruel to a little person!Taboo Tues Blog Photo

At this moment I feel like Jesus when he went into His temple, tossed over the money changers table and said in Matthew 21:13, “My Temple will be called a house of prayer, but you have turned it into a den of thieves!”  

I believe several times within the Bible the body is reference as a temple.  I know for sure 1 Corinthians 6:19 states “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;”  Therefore, Christ is also concerned about the well-being of human temples because it contains part of the Holy Trinity.  With that stated it is noteworthy to recognize that the human body is considered holy.  Where as if children as well as adults are victimized by others the abuse robs the flesh that is also considered a holy place of its spiritual essence; thus, making wounded souls a den of thieves.

Next time I would like to discuss how wounded souls become thieves.  Until then I wish each and everyone a wonderful day!


Humanity Should Never Be Defined by Color

Dearest . . . That is exactly what Bob Seay, a man from Colorado, successfully wrote about in a message to his friends on Facebook in the wake of a verdict over a non-black man shooting and killing a black teen.

I am sharing his words with you because they reflect my sentiments as well.  Happy reading!

Love:  Mom  

ImageI am not Trayvon Martin. 


I keep seeing people say, “I am Trayvon Martin.” I understand the sentiment. If that is you, then I respect that. 


I am not Trayvon Martin. I am a middle-aged, middle class, overweight white guy. I am also a teacher, and in 20 years of teaching, I have seen plenty of Trayvon Martins. More accurately, I have seen plenty of young men who fit the caricatured image that is being portrayed of this kid in the media, Left and Right. Fox News and MSNBC. I’m guessing that neither portrayal – saint or thug – is accurate. People are more complex than that. 


None of the Trayvon Martins that I know deserve to die. They may arouse suspicion, but your paranoia is not their crime. If they do commit a crime, they deserve to have a trial. Trayvon Martin’s jury consisted of one person. That is not how we are supposed to do things in America. Unfortunately, that is our reality. 


Here’s my point: You don’t have to be Trayvon Martin to know this is wrong. You don’t have to be black, or young, or a “troubled student” or a pot smoker to know this was murder. And you don’t have to be the parent of Trayvon Martin to know this was a gross miscarriage of justice. 


Let me be more blunt: This type of injustice will continue until enough guys like me – guys who are not Trayvon Martin – have had enough of it and finally say “No more.” 


You don’t have to be Trayvon Martin. 
You just have to be human.

Prayers of Black Women: More Than We Can Bear

ImageLord, please help!

The American nation is torn over the outcome of the Zimmerman and Martin case.  Some people are upset because they feel justice has not prevail; other’s, Lord, are upset because they feel blacks are trying to turn the killing of an African-American teen into a public uncivil racial state of affairs.  

Lord, I’m not sure what went wrong on that dreary rainy night Trayvon took his last breath.  Nor can I comprehend the logic behind the verdict after hearing not all but key parts of how the confrontation began.  

But as a black woman that has endured racial prejudices I do know this . . . You will never give anyone, from any race, more than they can bear.  

Therefore, Lord, I am asking you to make this storm over a loss of life and the preservation of life between those that are directly, indirectly and those that are not involved with this killing at peace.  Because today Lord somewhere in America there are parents that are crying with grief concerning the senseless death of their son, as another set of parents Lord somewhere in America is rejoicing their son was found not-guilty.  As a nation of people search for, or demand, answers for a not-guilty verdict five women made for reason unknown to the public.  Lord, I truly ask that you comfort all.    

And though Zimmerman has been found not-guilty his life and the lives of his family will never be the same.  

For you and Zimmerman hold the truth as to what took place on a night he should have refrained from exiting his home with a gun.  

Sadly, Lord, no one understands soon Zimmerman will learn he is free in body but he will never be free in mind, spirit and soul.  He will live with the fact that he took a life.  A life he did not give, a life that was not his to take, a life that never had the chance to live to see manhood because the owner of that life was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and in the silence of his mind Zimmerman will always remember he alone was responsible for taking that life.    

Lord, I pray that you reveal the truth about what happened that night.  Because I believe someone heard or saw the horrific acts that took place.  I believe Lord this person is scared to come forth.  So I’m praying that you will give them a spirit of conviction that will fill their consciousness with relentless reminders they can set the record(s) straight for a teen that lost his voice in death.  I’m praying Lord that you will give them your spirit of courage to come forth and tell what truly happened on the night a young man was gun-down for youthfully walking in the rain.  I’m praying Lord that once this person comes forth that you will make American people accept the truthful words of not only an ear witness but an eyewitness of the account that left one person dead and another fighting to remain free.  And in accepting truths as they are being told may the American people allow your justice to take place.  

I’m not praying this prayer for your justice to prevail because some perceive the case as a white on black crime, or as others may see it as a black on white crime; but because the fragile American nation is torn behind the verdict rendered.  

With that said, Lord, It is amazing how people have lost faith in this matter.  Lord they have forgotten that you are God.  You sit high and you look low.  Only the foolish believe that Zimmerman has gotten away with selfishly taking a life.  But I believe true justice will be served if a crime has been committed despite any law including the “stand your grounds” law.  Lord, I profess and believe that your laws override man’s law.  I also believe when we commit a sin we either pay now or we pay during judgment day in the hereafter. Thus, Zimmerman punishment may not happen today, it might not happen tomorrow, it probably won’t happen within a year, but, I know for sure you will expose the truth in your time and justice will be served and in-turn redeem the name of the slain if a crime has been committed.  

So once again, Lord, I’m asking that you give the person that saw this incident a spirit of conviction.  Let them not rest until their soul is satisfied that they have done what is humanly right concerning Zimmerman and Martin’s altercation as they allow the laws of God “thou shalt not kill” and “a life for a life” to judiciously prevail.  

Your Loving Daughter,




Honesty and Intimacy

Love Letters to My Black Son's

Intimacy means being real, but not always being nice. We live in a world of appropriateness and politeness where we have all culturally agreed not to make each other uncomfortable or press each other’s buttons. This habit of holding-back creates insipid and stagnant relationships. I don’t want you to hide the truth from me when you see me behaving smaller than I really am.. I want your challenge, your insights and above all your ruthless honesty.  —Jamie Catto

Yesterday I met a handyman that instantly earned my respect.  You could tell he was a hard worker and life choices had not been kind to him.  But . . . he was brutally honest when it came to what he wanted sexually from a woman.

He wasn’t a good looking man but he wasn’t an ugly man.  His clothes had been stained with various shades of paints and grime from handyman…

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You Are The Captain’s of Your Ships

Love Letters to My Black Son's

The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be. –Ralph Waldo Emerson

To the most important three men in my life:

I don’t have much time to ponder but I wanted to leave you with a positive thought for today.  I believe Ralph Waldo Emerson said it best:  “The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.  

Remember you are the captains of your ships.  They only dock where you want them to land.  However, should a storm blow you off course remember you are the captains of your ships.  Steer yourselves to safety and make the necessary repairs to your souls.  But as sons born to a teen mom that refused to give up hope, I implore you to continue on your life journey in search of adventures, as brotherly love become the beacon among…

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Vocabulary Mondays – eulogize

Artist:  Artis Harrison
Artist: Artis Harrison

Word:  eulogize

Part of Speech:  verb

Meaning:  to praise highly, especially the dead

Word Usage:  John EULOGIZED his grandmother at her funeral.   (GRE Vocabulary Flashcards)

The Prayers of Black Women: Balancing Pain with Pleasure

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A few years after my mother died, I remembered more vividly the times in childhood when she had made gloomy days seem cheerful.  When something special to do inside, such as new paper dolls or a coloring book.  Later, when I was in school, I always knew that on a rainy day I would come home to the smell of cookies baking in the oven . . .

I remembered, too, that in my childhood my mother had always balanced grief with comfort, pain with joy . . . To compensate for my childhood illnesses, for example, she used to read me stories which made the afternoon fly, or she would show me how to knit doll clothes out of the scraps of yarn which she had saved in a worn, brocade knitting bag . . .

Whatever the specific method used, my mother had learned, long before I knew her, how to balance pain with pleasure.

Elizabeth Skoglund

Today’s Prayer:

Lord somewhere in the world there are people in mental anguish over life’s trials and tribulations.  Often such pain is psychologically unbearable.  During these moments sometimes people don’t have the ability to hold their heads high with the assurance of knowing God’s powers to set things right.  Because of their inability to see your spiritual support most times every breath taken produce questions of their existence.  Lord to be honest it is during these times when emotional pain makes a person feel every so often they do not have much use for others.  And everything accomplished is tarnished with the shadow of sorrow; as it seems to their misfortune they were not given loved ones to uplift them during moments of afflictions.  Hum . . . Lord, it is within our moments of tribulations that we see the hand prints of God on our lives.  Therefore, I’m asking for your Holy presence among those who have yet to learn how to balance pain with pleasure.  Lord I’m asking that you teach them that sorrow only last for a moment.  Lord, I’m also praying they learn how to allow thoughts of joy to diminish their temporary gloomy day(s).  So, again, Lord, I’m asking that you turn on your spiritual lights for these people that they might see how to truly balance pain with pleasure; and in turn they will enjoy living once again.  Amen.

Your Loving Daughter,