Apparently a young man was running late for work when he saw a car accident. He called his boss to leave a message about his delay. But afterwards he finds himself giving a blow-by-blow account of what was taking place between a man and elderly women. This is truly the funniest story and voicemail I have ever heard.
- Funny Phone Message As Little Old Lady’s Beat Up A Bully (myq105.cbslocal.com)
- Study Break – The Best Voicemail About a Car Accident (helpfromavideoholic.wordpress.com)
With Thanksgiving quickly approaching I am at a lost for a dinner menu.
Honestly, I am so over turkey and dressing, collard greens, black-eyed peas, mashed potatoes covered in turkey gravy, corn, candy yams and sweet potato-pie with a dollop of cool-whip. But if I met one person that has never feasted on such a lavish Thanksgiving meal I would find the strength to prepare it and cultivate an appetite to eat it once again.
Yesterday my cousin Theresa told me I was not the person she once knew. She said, “You’ve changed.” She went on to express how she remembered my tearful outbursts and moments later how I would be extremely happy, or short-tempered. Honestly, I had forgotten those moments and the young woman that felt life was not worth living. And I find it spiritually amazing how God will allow others to remind you of days gone by. And how the kindness of others helped transformed your life during difficult moments. As a result of my transformation I am grateful for all things.
So today I am taking the time to search for and post inspiring messages to help someone along the way. If the message I share is not for you please pass it on. You never know who will need words of encouragement. So to kick off my inspirational Friday messages is the below video of a businessman’s compassion for humanity.
Last Sunday I was pressed to write a prayer for my blog “The Prayers of Black Women.” I wasn’t sure of my spiritual request to God; but, I felt my prayer should have been about Black women.
[Please don’t stop reading. God is working in my life on my misplaced and misguided thoughts, and you will read the transformation soon.]
Any-who-how, I was proud of my “I’m Black and I’m Proud” prayer. Yet, I desired another persons opinion [preferably a black person]. So, I asked my son to come and proofread the prayer I had written.
Again, please don’t stop reading. God is working in my life on my misplaced and misguided thoughts about what it truly means to be a Black woman; and believe me when I write, my transformation is coming soon. Sooner than I expect!
For the past couple of days my soul has been unease about the image I’m projecting as a woman of color.
In my personal life I have an array of friends from all walks of life.
With great remorse, I have notice when I write I come across as a person of color that do not like people from other race groups. The image I’m projecting is totally the opposite of my character. Totally! And if you keep reading you will soon see God is getting ready to transform the way I have been thinking and writing lately.
Dialogue between me and my son:
Me: Can you please proofread my prayer?
My Son: Hum. Hum. Okay. (My son does not like to get involved in my writing projects. So I was shocked when he said he would help me.)
Me: So what do you think?
My Son: If I came across your blog I would not read it.
Me: Why? [I was shocked at his bluntness.]
My Son: Because it doesn’t have anything that could help me.
Me: Of course not! It’s a blog for Black women!
My Son: Isn’t this about prayer?
Me: Yes. But it is a prayer for Black women.
My Son: Shouldn’t prayer be for everyone?
As a former seminar student I recently realized several pitfalls of racism.
In 1 Corinthians 15:31, Paul writes, “For I swear, dear brothers and sisters, that I face death daily. This is as certain as my pride in what Christ Jesus our Lord has done in you.”
Though I am on a spiritual sabbatical, I am an ambassador for Christ; therefore, my color, race, culture, and personal beliefs outside of Christianity should die daily. But as it was, after finding myself upset with narrow-minded people I began a blog for Black women despite the need to encourage everyone.
Please understand, I am not a racist, my heart grieves for my race. With such sorrow I find myself disappointed with a group of people who keep allowing themselves to fall prey to the cruelties of society. My mind can’t grasp why these beautiful men and women continue to be mentally and emotionally castrated. It is painful to belong to a race and sit idle as it implode. Hosea 4:6 says, “My people perish for the lack of knowledge.
And because I don’t want my people to perish, sadly, my gender and my race became my cause to write. When in my case it should have been man’s inhumanity to man who made me want to make a difference by putting into action “the pen is mightier than the sword.” Because at the end of the day when all has been said and done we are still humans in need of love despite, race, color, culture, personal beliefs, personal choices, professional choices, religious choices, age and gender.
Until humankind understand that life without love and acceptance is all for not. We will continue to overlook the most important thing to remember about living: and that is when love transcend social boundaries it makes people do the right thing. In 1 Corinthians 13:2-7 Paul writes the below about love:
2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing. 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks. ~David Herbert Lawrence
It has been said that American slaves were not ready for freedom. Hum? With a hint of sarcasm, I can’t help but wonder why people forced and kept in captivity would be ready for advancement. With sincerity I wonder if those that made such a comment were correct.
After growing mentally, emotionally, acquiring knowledge on many subjects, and becoming aware of the importance of ethnicity, as a woman of color I see slavery as a sad life changing event for African-American descendants in a wonderful way. Don’t get me wrong I feel slavery was horrible. It was brutal. It made captive men and women feel helpless and hopeless. It kept their descendants in continual fear. And most of all it made humans feel non-human. But it changed the course of life for many African slave freed descendants.
The process of slave choice was methodical. Before deporting African’s to their destination and to fulfill their future owners purposes as slaves each captive would be inspected. Their chins were licked for body salt content; they were also examined for tropical diseases, and, as a result, only the best African captives were kept and shipped. If an African did not pass the tests performed they would be set free. Other words with out question the cream of the crop Africans made it to America. Thus, meaning the American Black woman came from strong African genetic lineages.
Think on this: The only reason slavery was permitted to run rampant is because God had greater purposes for the descendants of African captives. But in order for God’s plan to come about he allowed the puppeteers (slave traders/slave owners) to control new captives and enslave workers with fear; hence, giving slave traders and slave owners the illusion of having total power. For at any time during any part of the slave trade process God could have removed all fears. Allowed each captive to speak the same language. And take control of the situation because of the simple fact the newly captive and slaves outnumbered their oppressors. Instead God remained silent for a greater purpose and allowed slavery to stay as an economical institution for over four centuries. As a descendant of slaves, I feel God’s purpose was and is allowing America to become the new frontier for African American female slave descendants.
Remember this: It is up to the American Black women as people and a gender group to welcome the opportunities. Opportunities that were literally paid for with the blood of those that came before us. Only a defeated person will lay and wallow in self-pity and allow opportunities to pass them by. As I have told my grand-daughter when she wanted to join drama and choir and felt the doors were closed . . . keep going back until someone recognize you are serious about joining those activities. I also made known that eventually someone will get tired of seeing her face and give her a chance to prove she is worthy for an audition. She was frustrated! She was feed up with my “go back’s.” And reluctantly she took my advice. Today she is in drama and loving it! It took her half the school year to get into drama but she made it! In addition to joining drama she was recently selected to sing in the school talent show. She is so excited! Life is grand for her and again she loves it!
As Black women we have to work harder to meet our goals. Most often the struggles are daunting and make our goals seem less important, but don’t give up and don’t give in. Keep going! If you can’t get in the front door hell try a side door. If the side door won’t open check the back door. If the back door is locked go through a window and if the window is locked cut a hole in the roof throw down a rope and make your dream happen! Successes only come to those and for those people that are hungry for their desires to materialize! So again I quote David Herbert Lawrence, “Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.”
- Nature of the Transatlantic Slave Trade (jsears51.wordpress.com)
- The Middle Passage (thoughtprovokingperspectives.wordpress.com)