“He escorted his girls and changed their shoes from flats to heels. I think that is significant. That’s a huge step for daughters growing up and who better to head them into that stage of their life other than there dad.” ~Sharon Leonard
The above photo is of my first cousin, Marvin Leonard and his daughter. He is my hero!
When I look at this photo my mind quickly rushes back to happier times. Times when family meant cousins were best friends. Aunts and uncles were concerned with your welfare and grandparents loved you more than your parents.
When I look at this photo I just don’t see a season father, but I’m reminded of his giggles, and laughter and the responses of his tattling. Also, as I looking upon this wonderful photo I’m reminded of the moment I felt family prided as he stood before me in his Army uniform. I saw the boy and man roll into one. It was wonderful to see his stature stating he was ready to defend America and the American people. And, today, as his wife posted nothing but sentiments of love for the man she married, again I found myself filled with family prided.
It’s great to know my cousin got marriage and parenting responsibility right! Love you, Pom!
I wonder how many people have heard the phrase “do not wear out your welcome.” Hum . . . I first heard the expression from my grandmother when I was young.
Back when I was once a kid, and a know-it-all, it seemed my late maternal grandmother would always say those words to my cousins, my siblings and me. I’m not sure how my family members took her wisdom; but back when I was a child I thought my grandmother was old, uncaring, uneducated, mean-spirited, and truly out of touch with the mental and emotional needs of the young. [chuckle]
I can remember as if it was yesterday sassing her for this or that. But nothing stands out more than the time she would not let me go over to my cousin’s house as often as I wanted. And, sadly, it was late into my adult years before I understood the meaning ‘do not wear out your welcome.’
As I’m looking back on things and reflecting upon how I dismissed her words of caution, I now understand why my life was filled with heartaches.
I hate to admit to myself but I deserved all the bumps I got from being hardheaded; and my self enlightenment really makes me feel foolish about things I had blame on others.
Well, any-who-how . . . It was by divine revelation I found the phrase in the Bible one day. I was shocked! It was amazing to read that God gives his children the same warning!
Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house– too much of you, and they will hate you. Proverbs 25:17
The message I get from this passage is: don’t be so darn clingy! Get a life! Explore parts of your life without others. Enjoy family when can. And remember a bit of you goes a long ways.
I’m coming to terms with my granny’s wisdom. My grandmother has passed but her words live on. And each day that I live I think about her abrasive and unharness wisdom. I’m learning she was indeed the smartest woman I will ever know and most of all she loved me.
Recently, I purchased a new Amish love story by Kelly Long. She’s a new author for me. But I needed something to read and enjoy during moments of downtime. And the title Lilly’s Wedding Quilt intrigued me. So it was plucked off the shelf and placed into my basket with great anticipation for a romantic adventure. But my limited vocabulary has made it hard for me to enjoy the book. As I reflect upon my frustrations in having to stop reading to look for the meanings of words I probably will never use I find my behavior childish. Honesty, I feel my juvenile outlook during reading this book keeps me stagnant in building my vocabulary. So to keep me interested in reading what seems to be a great novel I have decided to use the words I do not know on Vocabulary Mondays.
¹²While Jesus was in one of the town, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.” ¹³Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing.” he said. “Be Clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him. 14Then Jesus ordered him, “Don’t tell anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifices that Moses commanded for your cleansing, as a testimony to them.“
Lord, some people talk too much because they want other’s to hear their “know it all” speeches; then again some people talk too much because of nerves chatter; and, then, Lord, some people talk too much because of self-absorption. But this prayer is for those that talk to much because of emotional and mental pain that overflows into their daily conversations.
Lord, help the person that is in emotional or mental pain to see that you enter into their lives everyday. Lord help them to understand you know their spirits are filled with worries. Let them know Lord they are no different from the man with leprosy when it comes to your unyielding love for your creation. Lord, allow them to feel your presence; and gently convey to their spirits that you stand waiting to heal their brokenness. Lord, give them the words to ask in prayer for guidance and healing as they create a dialogue between you and them.
I am asking for you to do these things Lord because: I have found those that unwittingly share life experiences have been greatly wounded. And because of their sorrows I come humbly before your Throne of Grace. So, once again, Lord, I am asking for divine healing for those that talk too much as they try to ease their emotional and mental pains. Lord, I ask that they find a true friend in you. Lord, I pray that you begin to peel the layers of untold anguish from their unconscious minds. Exposing their raw emotions for what they are as you help them to deal with each heartache privately. For in lessening their spiritual suffering they can find hope. And in finding hope they will find wisdom in who to share your blessings among and their tribulations with.
As a mother and a humanitarian I can only imagine the heaviness of your hearts. Death is not easy to emotionally and mentally digest. The news of a loved ones’ passing seems to eat away at the soul-searching for understanding. Understanding no words of comfort expressed can give because grief is an individual spiritual process. And since it was a healthy child and a member of your family that died the search for understanding is all the more vital. And I’m sure you have heard the following words more than you care to hear them: The death of a child is so unnatural.
I don’t want my thoughts to sound callous because I really do understand your sorrow; but it just seems the statement “The death of a child is so unnatural” are meaningless words when there are no answers to explain a tragic parting. No parent or grandparent should outlive their child or grand-children. So, truly, my heart goes out to each of you as individuals and a family group because you were left without the opportunity to say last goodbyes to Jahi.
The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.
To my family, friends, loved ones, and readers:
I am asking you to share my post. Not because I need followers but the McMath family will need financial help for final expenses once Jahi is taken off life support. You can give at: http://www.gofundme.com/team-jahi.
It’s not a secret among my family and friends that I am a black Republican. Most black people who are Democrats ask me, “What the hell are you thinking?” And as usual I respond with laughter as they stand there ready to aggressively argue politically. Sadly they forget I have the same freedoms as they to choose whatever. However, this morning a friend sent me this video via email. I thought it was priceless and filled with humor. And I enjoyed the video for so many reasons. My only hope in sharing this video is that others will see the humor in political nitpicking. Have a great rest of the weekend everyone! –Annette
It has been years since I have used the word agapae. But I wanted to use it in a short message to a dear friend. Since I knew I had forgotten how to spell the word I decided to Google it. I typed the following within the Google search bar: agodbae, agodba, agotbae and etc. Yet, nothing I spelled gave me the correct spelling for the word I so dearly wanted to use. I was becoming frustrated. I even thought maybe I had learned a word that did not exist.
Let’s just say it took me forever to find the correct spelling of agape, but, nevertheless, I found it! And I used it! Hip hip hooray!
c.1600, from Gk. agapan “greet with affection, love” (used by early Christians for their “love feast” held in connection with the Lord’s Supper), from agapan “to love,” of unknown origin. In modern use, often in simpler sense of “Christian love” (1856, frequently opposed to eros as “carnal or sensual.
Thursday, November 28, 2013, was on and popping at 6:00 pm in the small town of Longmont, Colorado! For me shopping was at its best! And some people were at their worse! But the ill temperament of others did not stop me from having a great time. Let’s just say, I had way too much fun for a woman on a shoestring budget.
I tell you. My friend Debbie and I began planning our shopping strategy as soon as the stores released their ads. Actually it was more Debbie than I that made our shopping preparations. She is methodical. She is awesome! And I didn’t have a problem following her lead. And this year she had an extraordinary shopping game plan. Talk about divide and conquer! She had each side of Wal-Mart covered with shoppers. With Debbie’s strategic planning we were able to get everything everyone wanted [and then some]. What happened on Thursday, November 28, 2013, should go down in the records as the day shopping for Annette and Debbie was at its’ best.
What makes my friend amazing is that each year she plans and prepares a lavish dinner for a crowd. In addition to cooking a big meal for her family, she bakes pies and cookies for her local school holiday bake-sale, as she works 40 hours a week, drives an hour to work and an hour home every day. Once she gets home she cooks dinner! I know! She is superwoman! I don’t understand how she finds the energy to pull a 24 hour nonstop shopping spree on Black Friday. But her fondness of family makes her determine to buy gifts for her loved ones. And if she doesn’t buy them a gift she hand makes them a special gift. She is incredible. Me, I’m a wuss. I go home after 6 hours of grueling shopping and if I didn’t get someone a gift I just say, “Oh, well.” Just joking!
It’s amazing how Debbie and I become Black Friday shopping buddies. Because honestly I had stopped shopping on Black Friday’s mainly since I shop for a living. And when I am shopping for business I usually buy items for my loved ones for Christmas. So really there is no need for me to be out in the Black Friday crowd. But something happened. Debbie’s best friend who was her mother died in 2012.
Debbie is Caucasian [not that it should matter]. But it seems to me white people grieve differently than black people. Yet, despite the differences in grieving I knew my friend would feel the loss of not having her faithful shopping partner. Therefore, something within me was compelled to go shopping with my friend for 2012 Black Friday.
That year words weren’t spoken. But it was clear to see she was lost without her mom. And her loss and I with no need for a deal kept us out of sync. It is safe to write, we didn’t feel like a team because we had no reason to be a team. However, we did manage to enjoy each other’s company while standing in line. But this year was amazing! We were on one-accord. And! Oh! My! God! I was out of control! I was on a shopping high! It was as if the deals had an aroma of savings [something every penny-pincher likes]. Everything smelt financially sweet. Even the fifty inch and the thirty-two inch televisions I purchased. Laughter. And the funny thing is, I have no need for neither television; but, I am now the owner of two new flat screen TV’s because the deals were too good to pass up.
I purchased many other items but I must write the televisions were my best deals.
Did I meet hostility? You bet ya!
A woman was standing in line for a GPS system when she overheard Debbie giving me instructions to get some Sony DSLR Cameras and full HD Camcorders memory cards. First of all I was panicking. I had just gotten back from a run from the other side of the store. Worse, I was pressed for time and I was having a hard time locating the item Debbie wanted. Debbie kept pointing in the direction she thought the memory cards would be. I kept returning to her with a puzzled look. Finally the woman said, “There down there somewhere.” I thought to myself, “Down there where?!!!” Frustration was setting in so when I found some memory cards I stood next to them.
The minute 7:00 pm rolled around hands began gabbing. I was gabbing with the best of them. This woman that had her basket in front of the display was the recipient of a lot of memory cards she didn’t want. They were dropping into her basket as people were grabbing. Laughter. The funny thing about this story is: this little old woman put her basket in the line of fire thinking it would give her an edge. Her plan was successful in away. People were respectful of her senior status, but it didn’t stop the shoppers from reaching over her and grabbing items. As a matter of fact she didn’t have to grab memory cards for the camera she was waiting in line for; because, again, they were falling in her basket. All she needed to get was the camera. Talk about having good fortune! Yet, the downfall to her plan was that she had to wait till everyone got what they wanted from the display before she could leave. And because she couldn’t leave her maneuver with putting her basket in front of the display kept her in the midst of flying hands that were determine to get items of desire. As I am reflecting on the moment, it was clear to see she had never been to Black Friday, therefore, she didn’t know what to expect [mixed emotions]. Any-who-how . . .
After grabbing the wrong memory cards I notice the memory cards Debbie wanted minutes later for $9.99. So I rushed over to the display and grabbed the remaining. I was proud of myself. Sometime later the same women that pointed me in the direction of the cards gets in my face and moderately yelled, “I went to get some of those memory cards and they were all gone.” She looks down into my basket and then mouthed, “I guess you took all of them?” From her opposed words to her warlike body language I knew the situation could get ugly if I made an unfavorable move. And so I was inwardly willing to give her all the cards but I politely smiled and said, “Mam, how many do you want?” She looked puzzled. Her friend looked puzzled. She said, “I would like to have two.” I reached in my buggy, grabbed two memory cards and gave them to her. She smiled. Her friend began to give me compliments for having the spirit of sharing. I smiled at both the women. When I left the area I felt less intimidated by a person that feels like life has robbed her or withheld from her the things she wants or wanted.
Sincerely, I was glad I was able to diffuse an encounter that could have gone wrong on so many levels. And now that I am older, I realize that I have learned nothing is worth fighting for unless it is your life you are saving. Outside of that, I guess knowing and living by the proverb “If at first you don’t succeed try, try again!” And on that note, I hope everyone enjoyed Black Friday as much as my friend Debbie and I. And if you didn’t get what you wanted in 2013 on Black Friday it was not meant to be for the moment. But keep trying for the prize because it is worth striving for.