A couple of days ago I was in the grocery store. And! Yes! I was couponing BIG FASHION! When I saw this guy from when I was young. I first met him through my step-brother. During that time they belonged to a local dance group. Well anywhohow, the man looked at me as if he was trying to place my face as his wife caught my mutual gaze. Rudely, I kept staring with amazement!
I know I should have cared and turned my focus elsewhere. But the ugliness of his wife would not let me stop gawking! I truly could not help myself! Thoughts of days gone by were flooding my mind as my eyes thought someone was playing a trick on me.
I was in shock! Absolute shock! And then my mind finally settled and whispered, “He ended up with that!”
Moral of this story:
I had such a crush on that guy but he didn’t like me [sad face]! And as a young woman back then rejection made me feel extremely ugly. So, to my dismay, I took the rejections of young men to heart. Sadly and eventually, I told myself I was ugly and my wounded spirit believed me. Regrettably, as a young woman I lived a life of not expecting good things; because, again, I thought I was ugly and unworthy of love.
When I saw the now older guy’s wife, and once the shock of what he married quickly wore off, I was reminded of an old cliché “beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder!”
Therefore, my message to young men and women is this : Never take to heart another person’s rejection when seeking romance, love, friendship and lasting relationships. There is someone for everyone. There are friends to be made and friendships to end. There is love and forever loved. Be patient! Live your life! Enjoy your life! You only come this way once! It would be a waste of your life to walk with your spiritual head flopping all over the place because someone rejected you. Rejection is a part of life and it is a very healthy part of growing.
If you are able to figure out how to be truly interested in someone you meet with the goal of building up a friendship instead of trying to get something out of that person, the funny things is that almost always, something happens later down the line that ends up benefiting either your business or yourself personally. Stop trying to “network” in the traditional business sense, and instead, just try and build up the number and depth of your friendships, where the friendship itself is its own reward.
—Tony Hsieh, Zappos founder and president
A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn’t look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.
He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!
Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.
Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!
It’s like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn’t look like much from the outside. It isn’t always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.
We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.
There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.
May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.
I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with you. Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.
Point to ponder: Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends. Life is too short and friends are too few!
‘Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet’
Coach Edna Cooper said, “The girls performed very well at both tournaments. They instituted team work by causing turnovers, blocking shots, and limited outside shooting. In the first tournament, Crossett defeated us but, in the second tournament the girls were very determined to take the victory home. They set a goal and achieved the goal by playing hard both offensively and defensively, on both sides of the court.The girls continue to practice hard because they know what they are capable of doing, right now. As a coach I am proud of the girls and I am proud to represent Gurdon.”
Every so often I find myself singing my high school alma mater (song). It’s been nearly 36 years since I’ve graduated high school and I still have Gurdon pride. What does that tell you?
It tells me that the staff and students set the standards in how I would push forwards to pursue my dreams; and how their comradery and friendship would continue to impact my life as an adult.
Upon reflection: Graduation was a sad day for me. It meant I would be leaving the school I love. I would no longer keep contact with the teachers that cared. And I would lose many friends with memories I shared. I didn’t want to graduate! But I did! And here I am learning a craft I never wanted to learn, writing.
I’m sure it’s many of the principles I learned at Gurdon that keeps me in the game of wanting to become a publish author. It is those same principles that make me want to change at least one life. For in changing one life I will have made a difference.
Attending Gurdon High for three years became defining moments for me. And, again, those years set the standards I wanted and want to meet. And when I read Coach Edna Cooper’s comment about the determination of the Lady Go-Devils’ win, I was quickly taken back to times that changed the course of my life.
It’s wonderful to see that Gurdon is continuing teaching youth to press forwards despite obstacles. Also it is great to see the message is taking roots in their lives.
I’m overjoyed that Edna is doing what she loves! Coaching! Also it’s wonderful to see an underclassman inspiring youth to meet their life goals!
Gurdon High School Alma Mater:
For ol” Gurdon’s Honor
We will fight on
We will keep fighting
Till the day, is done
And when the dawn comes
We will still be fighting onward
For the Purple and Gold
We’ll keep on fighting
For Gurdon High
Fight team fight! Do your best! Remember you’re fighting for GHS!
The Man With Leprosy
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.
Your Loving Daughter,
Lord, I went to sleep way too early yesterday evening. And when I woke I was at a lost. I wasn’t sure what to do with my time. So I began to search for a young man who was on my heart. When I could not find him I decided to read post on my Facebook account. And then Lord I came across the below post of a friend that is fighting cancer:
Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes & disappear….
Lord, I responded with: “If you could do that then I would miss you; and the world would be minus a remarkable woman. Sending you a hug from the beautiful state of Colorado.”
Lord, I don’t know the ramifications of her health challenge but you do. I don’t know how strong her emotional and mental support system is, but you do. And, Lord, I don’t know how supportive her medical team is, but you do. But I do know Lord, her illness and concerns are bigger than she and I can handle, therefore, I am bringing them to you.
Please Lord, give her your courage. I’m asking that peace be still in her life. I’m praying that joy won’t wait to visit but that it will stop by today and continue to visit everyday. I’m asking Lord that you give her body the strength to fight for wellness. I’m praying Lord that you will put a joyful song in her heart; and give her unmovable faith in your abilities. I’m praying for her medical team. I’m asking Lord that she has the best doctor’s in her state, city, or town giving her medical attention. I’m asking Lord that she has favor with each medical staff that comes across her path. I’m asking for emotional blessings for her family, friends, and loved ones. I’m asking Lord that you please hold her hand and let her know you are walking with her on this journey. And most of all I’m asking that she no longer wants to close her eyes and disappear.
Lord, I sharing one of my favorite songs with those that need to hear something spiritually uplifting.
Tell me what you eat, I’ll tell you who you are. ~Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
I have this wonderful friend name Deb. She is struggling with single-life after being married for 30 years and divorced for one [sad face]. So I try to keep her company as much as I can to prevent her from being extremely lonely; thus, is why I have not posted to my blogs regularly.
Well last week Deb called me with a healthy eating suggestion. I listened but I wasn’t interested in what she had to say. Laughter!
You would think, since she only weighs about 105 lbs (and is very healthy) I (who is overweight) would listen to her.
Everywhere we go she is always getting compliments about her size and her appearance. Okay! So, I don’t learn quickly! Laughter!
Well, any-who-how, she called to tell me I should eat Special-K cereal with almond milk. My first thought, “yuck!”
Really! Almond milk! Special-K! Gross!
Well, last week I thought I would try drinking almond/coconut milk. Let’s just say, I didn’t think the milk was for me. So, I left it in the fridge and went about my days as the thought of being wasteful tugged at me.
So last night Deb and I went to the store. She needed to pick up a few items and I went to keep her company.
Then we got to the milk section. She was searching for the almond milk. I happened to be standing in front of it. No! I’m not that big that I hindered her from being able to see it! But I was standing right in front of it as she was looking for it in another section. So, I said, “Here it is!” She turns around and begins a healthy food dialogue with me. Ugh! Really! Can’t we talk about junk food! I likes that stuffs! LOL’s.
Then the tugging begins! I remembered I had that expensive almond/coconut milk in the fridge and no one wanted it!
So, we go down the cereal aisle! There is Miss. Health Nut looking for the Special-K cereal! Ugh! Let’s look at all the cereal that is high in sugar! I likes that stuffs! Laughter!
Long story short! I brought a box of Special-K cereal with chocolate chunks and ate it with my almond/coconut milk this morning! OMG! That combination is so darn good! I wanted a second bowl! Yum!
A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway. ~Fr. Jerome Cummings
Recently, I noticed several of my readers (not like I have many at this point) are from other ethnic groups. I’m grateful for that! I have a rainbow of friends. I don’t have much time today to discuss the beauty of having friends from all walks of life and races, but I want to take a quick moment to share a funny story, or a story I found funny some years ago.
Truly I think Black people can sometimes be as harsh and unforgiving towards other ethnic groups as other racial groups are sometimes towards Black’s [laughter]. But I have several White friends I enjoy. When they celebrate their accomplishments I celebrate with them and when they are sad I cry with and for them. Honestly, many of them, just like my Black friends, hold my deepest secrets about my life and aspirations.
This story is about friendship, gaining of trust, love and respect of all people. One day a Black friend came to visit me when I lived in my old home. And since I am a person that loves art I surround myself with such beauty without bias. I buy Black art, art with flowers or nature and art with people from other cultures. As a matter of fact, when the house went on the market I was permitted to leave my artwork on the walls, because no one could conclude the house belonged to a Black person. Any-who-how, there were photos sitting on my fireplace mantel. My friend, being curious, got up from the place she was sitting and began to scan them. Then I hear these words coming from my den, “Girl, when are you going to take these White folks out of here and put a picture in this frame?” I was puzzled by her remark. I knew she was talking about the stock photo copy that comes in picture frames, but I knew, or at least I thought I had removed all the stock photos copies from the frames sitting on my mantel. So I go to see what she was talking about. When I got to the frame of question, within in its boundaries was a friend I knew loved me. She was and is a White female. She was and still is as precious to me as my Black friends and family members. She never forgot my birthdays. Every year she made me a birthday cake and brought it to work to celebrate the day of my earthly arrival. She remembered my birthday when my family members would forget it! She always shared what little she had to brighten my bleak life. She became my inspiration to not give up when all hope was gone. I immediately turned to my Black friend that I also cherished and told her, “Girl, that’s not a stock photo!” And with a hardy laugh, I said, “That’s my friend Ronna and her son!” Nothing else needed to be said. We laugh and continued on with our visit.
I urge and wish people from all races to stop by and visit. I welcome each of your comments and insight on matters about women of color as we each continue to learn how to bridge the gap on racial issues. Have a great Thursday!