The Prayers of Black Women

February 25

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

Psalm 139:14


Father God, creator of the Universe, let us praise you for the life we live. Let your works give wings to our dreams and make them reality. Bless us with your favor as we celebrate daily with thanksgiving for being fearfully and wonderfully made. Amen

The Prayers of Black Men: Consuello Hodges

When I was too hurt to pray prayers without complaining or feeling negative, God sent a prayer warrior my way. I’m not sure how Consuello Hodges ended up on my Facebook feed; however, his positive posts caught my attention and captivated my wounded soul. Today, may it be always, I’m grateful God saw my need and supplied a solution.

“Let us begin this week in prayer! Father, We’re listening for Your voice even in the midst of immense distractions. The world is spinning in hurt & uncertainty groaning for relief. We’re supposed to be the ones shining a light of hope not joining in the chaos. Help us be who you have called us to be this week. Please strengthen us! In Jesus Name. Amen.”

Paying It Forwards: Gratefulness for Employement

The Dalai LamaThe video that I’m sharing today pricked my memory.  It brought to the forefront the importance of parents planning for their children’s future for in their untimely death.

I was angered at the sight of seeing children being abused.  Viewing the video made me feel helpless as a woman and certainly as a mom!   Without thought I wanted to find the man in the video and beat him with his stick!  It was clear to see the man was an ungrateful person.  The punishment he was handing out to parentless children for whatever reason was abuse.  And I wanted him to feel the sting of abuse he deserved.  I wanted him to feel a hard bald fist hit from an angry and very pissed off mother.  I wanted to be those kids protector.  I wanted to give them the loving shelter of a mother’s care.  I wanted to forget that I was a woman and whip his [implicative deleted]!  I’m still upset!  And like I said his actions pricked my memory.  Well any way . . .

When I was a young single mother I was sold a life insurance policy I could not afford.  What prompt me to buy life insurance was the untimely death of my younger, and only, brother.

Later people looking to profit and move up within a pyramid financial company tried to get me to stop the policy.  But I was bent on keeping it because I wanted to leave my son’s a little something should I die.  And I thank God for common sense!  Because, honestly, their sales-pitch came across as fishy as they tried to sell me a policy I did not need nor want.

They weren’t concern with what would happen to my children in the case of my death.  All they wanted was a sale like the first insurance salesperson.  And what I needed during this particular moment, as a single mom with three young children, was someone who knew the insurance business and knew about life.  Other words, I needed someone to help me make final financial arrangements for my young dependents.

I called my auto insurance agent and told her my dilemma.  She arranged a meeting with me to discuss affordable life insurance.

The meeting went well.  She sold me a policy that would fit my strained income.  But before she sold me the policy she asked me the below questions:

  1. How much is your mortgage?
  2. How many children do you have?
  3. How big is your house?
  4. How old are your children?

Then she went on to express the importance of having life insurance.  She could not guarantee that my children would not be mistreated.  But I clearly remember her saying that if they weren’t a financial burden to others they would probably be treated okay.  She included my mortgage in the policy in case the caretaker needed a place to stay.  She said the other half should be placed into a trust fund for the boys college expenses.  And she pointed out my Social Security could pay for their living expenses while they were under the age of 18.

Like I stated earlier, I found the video very disturbing.  It was clear to see the horrid man was not thankful for having employment.  His lack in kindness prevented him from being grateful; therefore, it was easy for him to cross the threshold of abuse.  Because had the man been grateful for employment he would have found a kinder and constructive way to punish the children.

Inspirational Fridays: Giving Is The Best Communication . . .

The First Thanksgiving, painting by Jean Louis...
The First Thanksgiving, painting by Jean Louis Gerome Ferris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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.


Happy Friday!