The Prayer’s of Black Women

September 20

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your request to God.

Philippians 4:6

Last Friday I received a call from my sister. She asked if I’d received a text message from an unhappy family member. I said, “No.” She proceeded to give me the dirty details of the text message. I sat listening to what was being said as I was watched television and wishing for strength to reach behind my head for my bag of Cheetos. I don’t know if what I was listening to was entertaining vs the show on television. But! I knew I wanted to smack on my Cheetos! It was then I realized the person that had been selling Wolf Tickets to me and my sister for over a year finally had a sold out show. So, I didn’t bother to get upset at her latest threat because I realized she was a smalltime and small town bully. If we, you and I, allow evil people to gain ground in our life then living is in vain. My life, your life, count, too! Let’s pray.

PRAYER: Father God, I give you the ultimate high five on creating me and others! I humbly ask that you speak your peace to our souls. Keep us from becoming anxious when people attempt to bully us. Help us to protect and keep the peace you speak to our sprits. Amen

The Prayer’s of Black Women

September 19

Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.

Corrie ten Boom
Photo taken from: www.http://ebachan.com/

During the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus took time to give His followers words of encouragement concerning worry. He told them not to worry about tomorrow for it would take care of itself. He emphasized that each day will have their own problems. And! Boy! He was spot on! As why I love Corrie ten Boom’s quote. She added more wisdom to words that were peppered with inspiration for living a productive life. Let’s pray.

PRAYER: Father God, thank you for your Son, Jesus Christ. My savior and redeemer. I believe had I been the only person that need deliverance He would have died for me only. So, again, thank you for your only begotten Son.

Lord, I speak your peace to hearts and minds that are fearful and worried. Your peace surpasses all peace that humankind create to free souls from worry. Amen

The Prayer’s of Black Women

September 17

For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins

Matthew 6:14-15

Life isn’t always fair and most days won’t be sunny. Yet, you can learn to appreciate the partial cloudy days, rainy days and violent storms once you learn the art of forgiveness. Forgiveness teaches the soul that despite the gloom that comes with bad days you can move forwards. So, always be quick to forgive and ready to move forwards with giving yourself a peace of mind. Let us pray.  

PRAYER:

Father God, thank you for this day we’ve never seen before. It’s precious. Let your love guide our thoughts to making this our best day. Amen

The Prayer’s of Black Women

And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. Luke 6:31

Artist: Henry Lee Battle

I’ve started a new blog series titled “Reflections of A Personal Representative.” I’m writing to organize my thoughts. The new series isn’t just about settling my mother’s estate but I need to relearn how to live my own life.

I’ve been so engross with living for my mom that I crippled the way I lived. And in doing such I snuffed out the flames of hope for my future and the future of my children. With that said, let us pray.

PRAYER: Father God, thank you for this day and everyday. It’s with great joy we invite you into our lives. We ask that you order our steps. Let your many blessings remind us of your favor. We pray peace and prosperity for family, friends, loved ones and enemies. Amen

Reflections of A Personal Representative

Day One

I am not going to be licked by tragedy, as life is a challenge, and we must carry on and work for the living as well as mourn for the dead.

Rose Kennedy
My mom Gloria Mae – Photographer: Unknown

Death couldn’t get any closer. The number of days were tallied for my beloved mom. She was 85 years old. I don’t know if my wish was selfish or not but, I her daughter wanted her to live beyond that number. If the Universe could have only given me one more year with her. But! Then I would want her to have another year after that. So, there was no winning with me for the Universe when it came to my mom dying. Because! I didn’t want her to die!

Love is a wonderful thing. And being my mom’s chosen and now court appointed personal representative robbed me of the rights to grieve her loss. Her death entered me into a battle when my thoughts were cloudy with grief.

People, oh the many of them, had planned my demise long before the “ole’ girl died.” And! After she died . . . They were hitting me from every imaginable and unimaginable angle! And should you become a personal representative the same could be awaiting for you! Especially if heirs are delusional to what they feel entitled. Therefore, don’t do crazy today. Do you!

Take a deep awaited sigh. Not a breath but a sigh. Put a photo of your loved one on your working station. Remember you were chosen because the deceased knew you could and would represent them well. Stand tall! And plant your thoughts in knowing everything you need is within you. And should you find yourself coming up short give the issues to your attorney.

Day One

Grief is like the ocean, it comes in waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

Vicki Harrison

OMG! It’s time to countdown! We’re close to completing renovating my mom’s house. I’m finding myself feeling some type of way about the coming end of this adventure. I’m not sad my mom’s home is going to market. But the end of the reno has awaken sadness time will never heal. The loss of innocence. The loss of my brother. And, now, the loss of my mom.

When everything around me became chaotic the empty house became warm and inviting. It became my refuge. It was there my troubles began at the tender age of eleven. And it was there my soul found peace at the ripe old age of 59 and three quarters.

Each day I spend in my mom’s home assurance washes over my soul. The ghosts of growth, love and understanding comforts me.

My brother loved me. And, I him. I feel his presence from time to time. My mother loved me. And, I loved her more than I thought she would ever know. And her presence is strong. It comforts me in so many ways. Warm feelings come over me as I paint a closet or a song will play on Pandora she’d listen to for hours. Without a doubt the sin of my uncle-in-law became her and my redeemer at the end.

The strength I forged to live through the shame and blaming of being sexually violated has become the solidarity between my deceased mom and me. I’m glad she came to terms with the part she’d played in the ongoing ostracizing of me among family members. Because in the end her acts of kindness did their best to seek forgiveness. But unbeknown to her, I had forgiven her decades ago. As why she could marvel and take refuge in my strength to live an abundant life. She will forever be missed. Her character was larger than the life she lived.

January 1, 2021

Psalm 23

The Lord Is My Shepherd

A Psalm of David.

23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
    He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.[a]
    He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness[b]
    for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,[c]
    I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
Surely[d] goodness and mercy[e] shall follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell[f] in the house of the Lord
    forever.[g]

Prayers of Black Men – New Day

Let us begin this Wednesday morning in prayer! Father You have brought us to the beginning of a new day. As the world is renewed fresh and clean, so we ask You to renew our heart with Your strength and purpose. Forgive us of the sins of yesterday and bless us to walk closer in Your way today. This is the day we begin our new life; shine through us s o that every person we meet may feel Your presence in us. Take our hand today Lord for We cannot make it by ourselves. In Jesus Name Amen.

The Prayer’s of Black Women – Trusting God

Artist: Henry Lee Battle

Many, Lord my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare. Psalm 40:5

Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight. Let me and all that that live praise you for your wonderful works. Let us shout thanksgiving to declare your deeds of love. Amen

GloMae’s House: Side Fence

For years I’ve known how to build a privacy fence. And, sadly, I was so enmeshed in my own life I never thought to build one for my mom. She would hire this person or that person to do odd jobs because it was what she wanted. Their work was poor quality. It was her house and her money. So I allowed her to live with the shoddy work. She was very happy with it! Now! She’s dead! And I’m having to clean up the mess! A month or so ago, I built this side fence.

Just look at that Ma and Pa Kettle fence! And! It has been like that for years! I even think someone tried to repair the thing! I would have never felt safe in that house. Not saying a fence is 100% crime deterrent but fences do make good neighbors.

As I worked on the side fence people would drive by or even walk by and act like they have never seen a black woman do renovation. One guy at Lowe’s was impressed with my skill level.

Back when I was way younger. I’d purchased a fixer upper.

My neighbor and I moved into our homes about the same time. He had a partner. They were always working on their house. I sat in my house crying to God about what I couldn’t do. Instead of asking God to show me how to do construction projects.

Finally my neighbor got tired of hearing my cries come through the window and he came over with a used ceiling fan and a drill. He gave me both with a lecture. That particular day my neighbor showed me how to change out light fixtures.

He said, “If you can’t afford to hire someone to do repairs or you don’t know how to do home repairs, you should not own a home.” His words were harsh and truth. From that day to this I have been doing most of my home repairs. And, I’m doing DIY projects just like the pros! Hell! I am a pro! lol