One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
Ayanna Witter-Johnson is a composer, singer, songwriter, cellist, arranger, pianist and producer. She was born in London, England and has an ancestral connection to Jamaica. Her understanding of music and her ability to execute her musical thoughts affords her the ability to create soulfully in many musical genres.
I’ve suffered cruelly from the hands of those that claimed they loved me. I wanted to believe the lies. Better yet I needed to believe they loved me. And, so, I did! And time after time when I found my loving and lovely heart broken I blamed God. God, believe it or not, is an easy target for our misguided anger over life’s disappointments.
Proverbs 4:23-27, “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. keep your mouth free of perversity; keep corrupt talk far from your lips. Let your eyes look straight ahead; fix your gaze directly before you. Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways. Do not turn to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil.”
God gives us a mental health care map to living peaceful lives. In His instructions He tells us how to deal with and avoid hurting people in Proverbs 4:23-27. We must understand staying busy doing good things help us live our best life.
PRAYER: Father God, this is a new day with your new mercy given to us because of your grace. Help us, help me, to live this day and everyday that’s productive in giving our lives value affirming we’re loved. Amen
Social media has not only taken the world by storm but it is creating storms in everyday life. From where I sit as a Facebook junkie, social media has moved from a tool to connect people to a place where people alternate between the roles of being pimps and whores seeking praise from the majority of readers. As a result, the effort to being popular is producing negative affects that quietly impacts towns, cities, states, countries and sometimes the world.
Not until recently did I learn that Facebook track where their users go and how often they visit those sites. The news was an eyebrow raising moment and was followed by an “hum.”
That’s when I realize social media’s presence is far more destructive than a category 5 hurricane or a F-5 tornado all because someone wants the metaphorically reach the moon first, and I was playing my part in them getting there.
Like everyone else I enjoyed having platforms to share knowledge and or thoughts. So, as a result, being heard has become a seductive aspect of social media and a tool for the creators to land on the moon with no regards to the people they exploit.
This is truly day one of no Facebook. The struggle with dealing with the withdraws is real but I love myself enough to overcome the challenge. God’s speed to all!
Have you ever searched Google for quotes on entrepreneurship? I do. And afterwards I select images looking for photos with quotes to share. However, sadly, I think I’ve only seen one quote by a black female. One! Oh! My! Just one! Successful black women noted for her words of inspiration and business achievements! Come on! I know there’s more black women that own businesses. So this is a year I’m going to search and find black female business owners and ask them about their source of motivation and inspiration. Wish me luck! And if you know of a black female business owner please share. –Annette
In every crisis there is a message. Crises are nature’s way of forcing change — breaking down old structures, shaking loose negative habits so that something new and better can take their place.— Susan L. Taylor
All week-long I have asked God to teach me how to write. Writing well is such an essential part of communicating effectively. And I wish to communicate without feeling less than.
Well-any-who-how, a couple of days ago I felt guilty, again, for spending too much time on Facebook. So, today I prayed for the Lord to help me make better use of my time. He quickly answered my prayer! But what I didn’t know is that He was going to make this a treasure trove day full of blessings.
What seemed as meaningless chores became nothing but inspirational moments.
As I pulled weeds and grass from flowerbeds God was spiritually blessing me. He was giving me answers to questions I had long forgotten. I wanted to stop my gardening chores and run in the house to grab pen and paper to write what I had learned. But something within said, “Don’t stop! Keep going! Because if you stop you will not return. Set a goal and complete that goal.”
I did everything that was shouting from within and found my hour of gardening more refreshing for my soul than the long days I have worked in my yard.
But the motivational and inspirational blessings kept coming as I entered my home and proceeded to do housework. I would venture to write the greatest blessing for today was finding a little red book. I would have never found it had I not been rearranging books on the bookshelves. It was tucked underneath books I have meant to read for a year now. The titled “The Little Red Writing Book.”
I can only assume it was a college text for one of my sons. They seem to throw their books here and there once they’ve passed whatever class. I, however, seem to cherish books. So, I walk behind them picking up their discarded books and place them on my bookshelves.
I was happy to discover such a fine. I feel like the book was indeed sent to me by God. And He used one of my son’s to deliver it to me. His actions answered a prayer that lay deep within my subconscious for decades; as my wish was finally whispered a few days ago.
— Prayer —
Lord, thank you for my little red book. Please help me to understand its content. I will cherish it always.
Please do not ask me why but I belong to a group where white men and black women search for interracial love. And, yes, I am married, so please don’t add more to my belonging to this group other than: I joined for nostalgic reasons. My husband knows I am associated with the group and he is okay with me being a member. But my blog post today is not about why I joined such a group. Actually the subject is more in line with “A Lady Never Kisses and Tells.”
A couple of weeks ago I noticed the group heating up with activity. So one day I zipped cyberly into the room where I quietly watched the dialogues between the sexes.
After a young woman had blown the cover of a married man he started calling all the women in the group “hoes.” And the unconventional responses from the young women failed to put the disrespectful young man in his proper place; therefore, he became more abusive because he knew he was saying things that upset the women. Sadly the administrator(s) of the group supported this young man’s abrasive behavior. Especially since he/she/they did not temporarily or permanently remove him from the community. So, me, as an old schooler sitting and watching the conversation unfold witness rejection at its worse and low self-esteem at its peak. But what bugged me most was the following question asked by another man within the group:
Lets talk about blowjobs. What are your thoughts, feelings, opinions and knowledge on the subject?
When I told my husband I had a problem with the question my husband said, “You got a problem with that question? With all the other [implicated deleted] going on and you got a problem with that question?” Regrettably, I must confess my husband in private spoke like a true man! Ugh!
Oh! But my hubby didn’t stop with the above [not so funny] statements he then continued his humor by saying, “He was running a primary election trying to find the right candidate. He was being Democratic.”
It’s obvious my husband finds the question humorous while I’m totally offended by it. For the record, I am not a prude but, I am a person that believes ‘A Lady Never Kisses and Tells.’ And I felt any woman who responded to the question would be foolish! Because the question was posed to scout-out desperate naïve women that would be willing to do anything of a sexual nature for a chance at love.
However, there is one thing my husband and I both agree on, and that is “the guy was trying to fill a job position.” And every women that answered his question was possibly considered for the job.
Word to the young:
If an acquaintance is willing to discuss sexual preference before they cultivate a meaningful and lasting relationship with you, then they are looking to satisfy their sexual appetite and any person will do! Don’t you be that any person unless you are looking to be a one-night stand! And even when a woman has a one night-stand she holds true to ‘A Lady Never Kisses and Tells’!
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.