The Death of an Icon, Michael Jackson

The sudden death of Michael Jackson has sent many into deep mourning and sadness. The five-year-old kid from Gary, Indiana that swept the country by storm and won over the hearts of many is gone. He was gifted beyond his years and his performing abilities left us all in awe. But today he is no longer with us and now there is time for reflection and the recalling of memories that put smiles on our faces as we reminiscence over the Michael Jackson era.

I know so many of us have snickered, made jokes and wondered, “What is he doing to himself”? But today let’s just focus on the fact that he was here and now he is gone. We are not here to speculate, judge or criticize, I just want to say thanks to a young boy that changed the world by giving up his childhood and brought with him a special and unique way of presenting music.

As a tribute to this icon I am asking that you please respond to this blog by telling us your Michael Jackson memory story, something that reflects the effect he had on all of us at one time or another. This will be our way of saying goodbye and let’s not forget to pray for his family because he was a son, brother, uncle and father who has left behind loved ones that are mourning his death and preparing for his burial.

I will start this by telling my own story: I can remember as a young girl sitting on my porch playing jacks with some other friends and my mother putting on the record player (yeah I know telling my age) Rockin’ Robin. Immediately we all dropped our jacks and ball & started screaming out Michael’s name, then we began dancing and singing every word of the song! Life was good we were so innocent, all of us hoping & daydreaming that one day we would have the opportunity to meet our icon, Michael Jackson! In later years I became a mother and Michael was still on the scene doing his thing. My son was born and at the age of 4 yr. old he thought he was Michael Jackson. Every time he heard his name or saw him on television he stared in awe learning every move so that later he could show us he could dance like Michael. By the time my daughter came along Michael’s music was different yet he was always the performer and just as my son years earlier my daughter became a fan as well. But on June 25th I watched as the world reeled in shock over his death but I also noticed something else right in front of me, my 5 yr. old grandson that knew nothing about Michael Jackson was engrossed in all the footage. With all the media updates and almost every facet of communication talking about him, whether watching his videos, or listening to his music being played on almost every radio station across the U.S., my grandson watched it all in awe. Just as I did as that little girl on the porch & as his father did years before him now my grandson is doing the moonwalk and singing Thriller. Even in death Michael still impresses his gifts and talents upon a new generation. Rest in Peace

Please let me hear from you as we tell our stories about this icon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4VCUbL7jsc (View Michael singing Rockin’ Robin)

Thank God for Good Mothers

When I think about Mother’s day, I think about so many sons and daughters that do not have their own mother’s in life anymore and how lonely and heart wrenching this day must be for so many. There will be some mothers that will lie down Saturday night and not wake up on Sunday morning to be honored by their children for Mother’s Day. In thinking about this my heart was sadden and I thought about all of us that still have mothers in life and sometimes we do not take the time to tell them how much we love, honor and respect them.

Real Mother’s will lay down their lives for their children, stay up all night long worrying and praying asking the Lord to bring them home safe and keep them from harm. It doesn’t matter that their son or daughter is a mature adult, a young teen or parents of their own children, it’s just how a mother is wired. So spending time with our mother’s should always be special no matter how far away we are, make time for mothers. Remember they are the ones that birthed us, endured every pain, having their bodies disfigured and doing everything they could to get us here safely even if it meant their own lives were at risk. I’m sure she counted every finger and every toe, peered into our eyes to see what color they were and then cradled us in her arms and vowed to protect us for the rest of our lives. Not fully understanding the impact she would have on the men and women we would become.

So whatever differences you might have with your mother today, lay them aside and be thankful you still have her in life. So many would give up so much, just to hear their mother’s voice one more time. Or know she’s close by and they could go to her and sit and talk for hours, especially when things were rough in their lives. She would help dry their tears while fixing their favorite meal. Or to be present looking on proudly on they’re wedding day, see them buy their first home or be there to see the miraculous birth of their first child.

Mother’s are good listeners and will allow you to make your own decisions even though it’s breaking her heart knowing that you have made the wrong choice. But with every bird that is hatched they will have to leave the nest in order to learn how to fly and for mother’s that can sometime be difficult because they want to see us soar. Mother’s are selfless and would rather be sick themselves than see their children in pain. Mother’s will stay up all night long by your bedside and comfort you while holding your hand and telling you stories about when you were a child and all the crazy things you did, just to put a smile on your face. A mother’s love is unconditional and when there is no one else who believes in us, or think we are valuable, beautiful or strong, a mother will always see the good in her children. And at the same time fight to protect us in the event others think we’re less.

Thank God for those kinds of mother’s and if your mother didn’t fit this mold that’s ok, because she’s still your mother and deserves your love and respect in spite of. So, in honor of all women that are mothers or have taken on the role as mother I salute you as well as my own dear mother, Carrie Lee and this is my gift to you all as you cut and paste the link below. Now let’s have some Mother’s Day Church with a mother daughter song that is sure to have you getting your praise on!  So, Lord if you never do another thing for me you have done more than enough. Because you’ve blessed me with three of life’s precious gifts and they are the gift of having an awesome mother, the gift of being a mother and lastly to experience the role of being a grandmother. Enjoy and Happy Mothers Day!

http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=52a73db9bd64c363db98

The Easter Bunny Didn’t Do It

Children anticipate the arrival of the Easter Bunny each year to bring with it Easter eggs, some filled with chocolate and fun toys. It is a time that we as adults go out and buy cartons of eggs to color and hide for our children to find. We make baskets and fill them with toys, stuffed animals and candy and call them Easter baskets. But the real reason for the season had nothing to do with Easter Bunnies, baskets, colored eggs or chocolate candy. And the arrival of the Easter Bunny was not who they were waiting on… His name was Jesus! The children of God had been awaiting the arrival of a Savior one that would come and redeem the world. Yet he did not come packaged in fur or hopped on four legs he came as a man & spirit still not like they imagined so they did not recognize him when he arrived on the scene.

I have read the death and resurrection of Christ many times throughout my life yet chills still run up and down my spine! The story is heart wrenching but it happened, it’s not some made up event for a best selling novel. Nor is it a great plot for a major motion picture. These events were foretold long before Jesus’ arrival. These events were recorded for you and I, and serve as a testament of truth, unconditional love and examples of complete servanthood by a loving Savior. As I re-read scripture this morning capturing the moments leading up to Jesus’ death on the cross, I could not help but feel anger toward those that despiteful hurt my Lord and brutally beat my Lord and degraded my Lord by spitting in His face. Chills continued to run through my body as I read how the soldiers nailed my Lord to the cross. I placed myself at the scene on that Friday and visualized myself turning away and not being able to look upon the torture that was being done to my Lord. Yet I waited in anticipation of Him announcing who He really was, I waited for him to reveal His power to those evil men that didn’t have a clue that he was the Son of God! Yet my Lord never said a word against them, I could only visualize the horrific pain of large nails being driven through his hands and feet. The crown of thorns that caused blood drops to drip into his eyes mixed with sweat from carrying his own cross and yet not being able to wipe his eyes. The weight of his own body bearing all the pain and agony of hanging on the cross & not being able to move into any position for relief but enduring the pain just for you and I! He was a spectacle for all to see and they watched hour by hour as my Lord suffered & died while nailed to the cross. (The Easter Bunny Didn’t Do It)!

I think so many times we forget how badly beaten Jesus was prior to the cross. After all the flesh was being ripped from his back & the large amounts of blood he lost, & the pain he felt, he still had to carry his own cross. And how many of us have ever had a splinter in our hand and can recall how painful that can be? Imagine having open bleeding wounds and then having a heavy cross made of wood strapped to your back! As if that was not enough but my Lord still had to endure the cross! He could have announced who he was and at any moment decided to come down but he stayed there for you and I because he realized he was on assignment. (The Easter Bunny Didn’t Do It)

As I thought about this it brought tears to my eyes because I have only one son and I pondered thinking what if I had to watch as others beat and then nailed my only son to a cross in order to save the very ones that placed him there? What would I do, how could I watch, what would I have done? But Mary was there and watched her son being crucified on the cross. I can only imagine her great droplets of tears that adorned her face, the pain in her heart so consuming that she wanted to die herself and the eternal pictures she would forever have to endure as memories of her son’s final days flashed before her eyes. Yet we think we have to go through so much…We think our trials are so tough but when you compare what we go through to what Jesus endured then can we truly understand that our trials are mere temporary setbacks. We have not experienced true trials. So the next time we think our cross is to hard to bare, ask yourself would you have rather taken Jesus’ cross?

So during this time of thankfulness as we prepare for Easter remember the sacrifice of the cross. The Easter Bunny didn’t die for us. The Easter Eggs cannot save us, and the money we spend for new clothes as we arrive at church on Easter morning will not cover our sins. Only believing that Jesus came, died and was resurrected that we all might live again is what Easter is all about.

Power in the Wind!

Hello Everyone- I truly apologize for the delay in posting my blog some of you reminded me that I was slipping and I thank you for getting me back on track, so I hope you enjoy and I pray each of you have a blessed tomorrow.

It’s summer time at your Granny’s house the heat from the summer day is hot and humid. You can’t seem to get any relief from the blustering heat, so you go inside and sit in front of Granny’s box fan. Within minutes you begin to cool down and the breeze is a refreshing stimulant to the moments before. Does this remind you of a time in your life whether as a child or an adult those moments of delight in front of the box fan? Or maybe envision yourself on the beach and the warmth from the sun beaming down on you, as you listen to the roar of the ocean and hear the giggles of children playing in the sand. But one of the most enjoying moments happens when a soft breeze begins to blow to cool you off so you can get some relief from the days heat. And as the wind gently brushes across your face you begin to get so consumed and comfortable that you fall asleep. I am sure most of us have experienced the wind on more than one occasion and found it to be so peaceful. But have you ever just stopped to think about the power of the wind? Why is it so intriguing? We can’t see it, touch it, smell it or taste it yet we know it when it arrives because we can feel it. Yet the wind can be very powerful. Look what happens when you add water to a powerful wind you experience hurricanes. A violently rotating column of wind will give you a tornado. Add snow and a powerful wind and you just might get a blizzard or throw in some sand and get a sandstorm so violent you cannot see in front of you, beside or behind you.

I thought about this also in relation to the Holy Spirit and the evidence in knowing that you know, that you know when it has come upon you. Strange things on the inside of you begin to burst forth. A hallelujah jumps out of your mouth, thank you Jesus usually follows then for some strange reason your hands are raised toward heaven as tears begin to stream down you face. You can’t see the spirit of God but you can most certainly feel it. Just like fire shut up in your bones! Sometimes we get so bogged down with our trials and Satan trying to break us by making us believe that it’s not going to happen, that are prayers are not going to be answered and that we are not worthy to ask God to bless us. Then God sends the power of the wind to fall fresh on us, so that we are able to experience the awesomeness of God’ s breath. Yes, this is what I believe the wind and the Holy Spirit have in common…God’s breath. A holy breath, the same breath that breathed life into Adam and that continues to breathe on our hopeless situations. All it takes from an Almighty God is just to breathe on us and allow His spirit to flow through us and give us the peace and reassurance that everything is going to be alright. Just like the wind we experienced on the warm summer day on the beach, or the box fan in the windowsill, that peaceful soothing breeze across our faces that made us feel so completely relaxed and content. So will the Holy Spirit as God allows it to fall fresh on us and when it hits you just right you can experience the “power” of the wind. You can’t contain it, nor can you explain it but it will over power you, so you must let it do what it was sent to do. So the next time you feel a breeze on your face or it ruffles up your hair, just say thank you Lord for breathing on me and remember there is power in the wind.

The Tick, Tock of a Clock

Good morning everyone, it is 5 AM and I am still awake. The only sounds I hear are the occasional cars/trucks on my street passing by, my soft gospel music playing in the background and the tick tock of the clock on the wall in my office. I escaped to do some catching up on some of my upcoming projects in the wee hours of the night. But I found myself so engaged in all that I needed to do, that I failed to realize the time had passed so quickly. But the steady rhythm and acoustics of this clock distracted me. I caught myself glancing not at the time but watching the second hand continuously move in a smooth and steady pace around the face of the wall clock. With each lap around the numbered face I realized TIME was slipping away. My mind began wandering and I started visualizing people resting obliviously in their beds unaware of the unrelenting clock that determined the time we entered this world and the time we would exit.

Most of the time, the sound is not heard so distinctly during the daylight hours. Because our lives are filled with such hustle and bustle that our ears as fined tuned as they are capture the sounds of our day to day conversations and other outside noises, so we miss the tick tock sound of our clocks. This is never so evident to me than right now. I truly understand the meaning of, “Time passing us by”. Life is so precious but we find so many other things to completely fill our days that we are consumed and at the end of the day our bodies need rest and immediately we are asleep but the clock is still working. It never gets a President’s Day vacation or PTO (Paid Time Off) it’s job is to keep track of our lives and it plays such a vital role every day but never really appreciated.

When I thought about all the work this clock does I was truly humbled and realized we are so dependent on time that we have become junkies. Our days are filled with, “What time is it? When will dinner be ready? What time do I need to pick up the kids? When is my doctor’s appointment? Or the program starts at what time”? We take for granted old father time has been around awhile steadily working his way through the hours, days, months and years forever being faithful and dependable. Time never complains but we complain about time. We never have enough of it, and say things like, “Where has time gone? Or the day is going by so slow. I’ll be glad when winter is over. What time do you all get out of church? Whew that’s too long”. Regardless of our endless complaints the tick tock of our clocks never says a word, it just continues to do the job and knows it will out last us. What is time saying to you? Slow down and enjoy me? Take time to stop and reflect on our lives because it is fleeting faster than we think. Or maybe it just wants us to hear the sound it makes and appreciate how it gets us where we need to be on time. Time keeps our cakes from being gooey in the middle and reminds us that our workdays are just about over. TIME allows us to appreciate some of the things we so often take for granted.

The next time your house is quiet just listen to the sound of tick tock, tick tock and realize life still goes on but it’s what we do with the time that we have. So put a smile on someone’s face today. Lend a helping hand to a stranger. Give a child a warm and loving embrace, visit a nursing home and feed an elderly patient or just spend time with the people you love. Because sooner verses later we may need someone to feed us, lend us a helping hand or just put a smile on our face as we await the tick tock of our clocks to someday end. At least leave your imprint on the world so others will remember our time spent here on earth changed the people we were around for a greater good. Make a difference, start today and change the world one tick, tock at a time!

 

There’s A Story Within Our Stories

Taken from a village, away from the people we were familiar, the sights, sounds and smells we had grown to recognize all our lives were suddenly no more. Now as we look around we find ourselves chained in cramped spaces with others who look like us but whose languages we do not understand. Yet a common thread we noticed was the intensity of fear that shrouded the faces that looked back at us, and we could hear the pounding of their hearts as it beat the sounds of their ancestral homes. Dreams of yesterday when our lives was nothing like this…free to run and do as we please and then come home to our families and greeted with smiles and hugs. But today, we are chained like the animals we hunted for food, bound at our neck, hands and feet. Cuts and bruises that sting from the sweat of our bodies because there is no ventilation and the stench of fear and uncertainty dripping from our weaken bodies like droplets of rain just before a spring storm. Slaves, we have been made, foreigners in a land unfamiliar to us, what we’ve endured no human should have experienced but it has made us stronger, taught us how to survive and increased our faith. Since we did not understand the language of this unknown territory, we found ourselves praying in our native tongues until that was beaten out of us but yet we endured. Endured the separation of our children and spouses being sold into slavery but believing one day we would see them again. So we continued to work long hours with little rest, our hands broken and bleeding at the end of the day. What joy we experienced when we gathered and reminisced of a time when…we told the stories of our heritage and these stories burned in our hearts which were embedded in the deepest elements of our soul, where no whips or chains could confine us, here we were free!

There is a story inside our stories, so what are we telling this generation, what examples are we leading in front of our children and are they proud to say who they belong to? Or are they ashamed and would rather tell a lie than the truth? Are we passing down the stories that our ancestors told? Are we staying at home to have conversations and tell them how we made if over? What are we telling them that will sustain them in a time of trouble? When the economy is uncertain and the job is lost, the electric is off and no one is willing to risk loaning us money? Where will we turn, who can we trust, where do we seek hope? Even as slaves our ancestors believed in the power of prayer and because of that belief we now have the songs to sing and the stories to tell that have been passed down through the elements of time. Sealed with love and stitched in the memories of a time so long ago yet as close as our next door neighbors. That is why we celebrate our heritage not just in February but we should celebrate every month, of every year, of everyday. When you look at what those before us endured and acknowledge the strength and courage in which they planted their feet in faith, we should be teaching the next generation what it means to “STAND” despite our current circumstances allow God to fight our battles and never give up. That doesn’t mean we will not walk away without some battle wounds but we will be able to walk away.

As we celebrate Black History month in a time when we have experienced what our forefathers could only dream about and maybe not even conceive in their minds. We should be thankful and very proud because the same God that brought our families long ago on a slave ship to America is the same God that put Barack in the White House and it’s the same God that will get us THROUGH our storms! Tell your stories; tell them so they can tell their stories and they can tell their stories and the legacy of who we are, whose we are and where we came from. Our joys out weighed the toughest of times because at the end of these stories there is usually the beginning of another because we cannot talk about the rough times without ending the story by telling how God brought us out and so a new chapter begins! Therefore, tell your stories so that we can tell ours!

Celebrating Our History

 

Bow Down in Worship

The bitter cold that causes your skin to go numb when exposed, the blast of violent wind that races by your face that chills you to the bone and the sound of loud cracking and deafening popping as you watch tree limbs falling to the ground. There is nothing like the after effects of an ice storm. Ice in general reminds me of crystals of beauty, so magical as it forms on everything it comes in contact with. When you add snow to this scenic picture it truly is the essence of a winter wonderland. Yet, it is the underlying damage and devastation of the affects the ice has on the environment that causes us to have fear and unwanted anxiety. The mad rush to the grocery stores, gas stations and the stress of school and daycare closings, when you have no where for your children to go and yet you have to trudge into work. The relentless closings that scroll across your television screen and the chill in your house as the temperatures continue to drop while your space heaters are on full blast, despite the extra layers of clothes that you have on while you pray this too will soon pass.

Currently, as I look out my window I can see the results of the ice storm of 2009 and my backyard, which currently looks like a battle zone and I lost! I noticed all the chores that would be needed to clean this mess up and how I probably had lost some of my best trees because of the heavy ice that cracked my limbs. As I continued to assess the damage I noticed how the trees just seemed to bow down and my mind began to see this same view in a much different way. Instead of looking at MY trees, I began to see trees that were bowed down in worship before the Lord! I had to recognize that even the trees bow down in worship when God is at work in the atmosphere. I also saw elongated icicles that hung from the limbs and this reminded me of the tears that I’ve had to cry unto the Lord, as I too was broken. Just like these limbs I to had to come unto the throne of God humbled in spirit and bowed down before the Great I AM. My face toward the ground as I cried out unto the Lord my requests and not knowing how He was going to get me out but believing He was the only one who could! There is nothing like true worship that I am sure pleases God. In scripture, (Philippians 2:10) it says that at the name of Jesus every knee shall bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth. This is never more evident to me than right now, as I gaze out the window at my neighborhood and I realized it was not only my trees but also the trees of my entire neighborhood and statewide, that too was bowed down.

When the pressures of life gets so heavy and the burdens seem to hard to bear I challenge you to “BOW DOWN” before the Master and just say, “Thank You”. In spite of what your situation looks like and the uncertainty in knowing how everything is going to work out, just bow down and worship. With your arms stretched out before you, tears running down your face, your spirit broken but your lips dripping with praise. You watch God melt your ice from your limbs and snow off your feet, and watch how He begins to unthaw your situation so that you can finally stand up straight and wave your hands because He has brought you through when it didn’t seem possible.

So as you assess the damage of your ice-storm, and you began to praise instead of complain, watch God elevate you, restore you and pour you out blessing that you do not have room enough to receive. If you have had a, “Bow Down in Worship”, experience and this blog has helped you realize that it was all for you’re good, then please let me hear from you! Let’s make time to thank the Lord for all He has done! When you comment, He gets the glory!

Be Blessed Until Next Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Such a Time As This!

My heart racing, hands sweaty, excitement erupting in my soul as I waited in anticipation for the beginning of the inauguration of our 44th President, Barack H. Obama. History was made on so many levels yesterday and I was glad just to be alive to witness such an awesome event.  As I watched with tears in my eyes, thousands of people as they gathered on the mall, I couldn’t help but notice the intense and heartfelt expressions on the faces of so many and yet it did not matter the color of the skin, or where they all came from or what it took to get them there, they all came! Young and old stood side by side enduring the frigid cold, just to say they were there when history was made! Tears continued to stream down my face, as I thought about my Grandparents and others who were now sleeping in their graves. My mind imagined the thoughts and the emotions they would experience if they were here to watch President Obama become their 44th President of the United States of America! I reminisced about the hardships and the trials they endured, yet they always had a smile and they taught us to keep our faith in God! I can remember my Grandparents saying so many times, “When you know the Master, He is the only friend you need!”

Yesterday we came together as a country, we came together as a people wanting change, praying God will do a new thing and that we must work not just to empower ourselves but to empower each other because the battles have not yet been won. There is still much work to do and it is going to take all of us working together not fighting each other in order to get things done! What role are you willing to play? What sacrifices are you willing to make? Are you willing to roll your sleeves up and get into the trenches in order to make a difference? These are questions we all need to ask ourselves as today starts the battle. We must keep our President and his cabinet covered in our prayers.

Finally, my mind wandered back through the pages of time thinking what Martin Luther King Jr. had to go through and all those that stood by him, marched with him, prayed with him, jailed with him, and those who were mistreated with him. Yet, what a rich legacy he left all of us for such a time as this! Two of my very best friends were with me when I experienced this miracle on yesterday. Later as we were talking one of my friends said,” Martin L. King Jr. reminded me of the role John the Baptist played prior to the arrival of Jesus on the scene.”  Martin Luther King came to pave the way for a Barack Obama and so many others. So what preparations are you making? What legacies are you going to leave and what will others say about you when you are no longer on the scene. Who will be left behind as a testimony that will speak up and say I am who I am because ____________ changed my life! Will your name be added in the blank? Let all of us work together in unity, in order to keep Martin L. King Jr. legacy and “Dream” alive and support those things that are right in the upcoming years as we serve under the 44^th President of these United States.

 

BlackBerry “BOLD” Characteristics

I recently saw the Blackberry Bold and I’ve have had a strong desire to own one, with no money! How about that! But it still has not stopped my thoughts from playing with the subject of owning a B.B. So I went on- line and decided to check out the features and the design, when it hit me how much our lives should be like this B.B. 

The slogan alone says, “It connects you with the world, and helps you stay on top of your day”. So my mind thought of how the word of God should also be used to keep me connected and focused on what the Lord has planned for my day, since I’m on His schedule anyway.  The B.B. is equipped with a camera to capture and share the moment, enjoy the convenience of automatic push delivery with Internet based e-mail accounts, text messaging and attachment viewing. Wow! So much in such a small package!  I wondered what would happen if we as christians would take some advice from the B.B.? If we started to capture the real meaning of godly living and share that with others daily, what an automated push delivery testimony we would surely have.  We wouldn’t be so eager to pass along ungodly texts or e-mails that hurt or damage our christian family and others who may not look, act or worship like us.  But anyway, there are other features such as it’s built in GPS system and maps, brilliant displays, power and the bold confidence that just having it in your hand makes you feel in touch and connected to the world. Then finally, with a summative phrase that simply states, “Power the Passion you Pursue”.

How many of us are walking around lost not sure what God is trying to reveal to us and where are paths and dreams are leading us.  We sometimes get so caught up on what we can see, that we forget it’s the things we cannot see that defines where our paths will lead.  The best GPS system that has maps already included for you is in the Word of God.  Here we have been left the best roadmap for life, with accounts of past, present and future knowledge of how we should live.  The brilliant displays should be the reflections of our daily walk and communication with God, because when you are linked to the Master, you don’t have to run around with a sign saying, “Look at me I am saved and holy”.  Just your life, your kindness towards others, the smile on your face that radiates to the hearts of those that come in contact with you, or the warmth from your touch that allows you to hug the broken hearted and wipe fever from the brow of  a sick stranger.  This alone will cause others to wonder what is it about you that is so different and unexplainable.  You have your display turned on bright for the world to see because something on the inside of you beams with the awesomeness of God’s love!  Then we have the boldness that tells others we are not ashamed of who we are or whose we are.  This boldness should never be used to hurt or disrespect others but it should always be turned on and ready as a witness for the Lord.  All of us should  have all these features activated within ourselves.  So, do I still want a B.B.? Yes I do, but in the event that I never own one, I have realized tonight that I already possess one.  So the next time you are looking at your phone, check out it’s features and see any resemblance’s you and your  phone might possess.  You might be astounded at what you have or don’t have. Whatever the case, this is my own personal reflection of inspiration and I hope it has motivated you in some way to think about your own convictions and how you are choosing to live your life as you start your New Year.  I hope you are intentional about your relationships, goals, family, friends and future.  Anything is possible if you believe!  So be Bold and power the passion You pursue!

 

See It, Believe It, Do It

Love You All

The features and characterics describing the B.B. was found on the official website.

String Curtains

Today while looking out my window watching as soft snowflakes fell to the ground and some rested in the branches of the trees or lay quietly atop my fence, that I noticed I was viewing all of this through my burgundy string curtains hanging in my office. I love these curtains because they still allow the sunshine to come in and most importantly I am able to see the activity outside without my view being distorted yet having a sense of privacy.  These string curtains remind me of life!  As we go through life we experience different things some we wish could be erased and others we wish could be replayed over and over again.  But like the strings in my curtains it takes several just to complete one panel, as I thought on this I was reminded of my own life experiences and how I have had some rough and trying days but I was still able to look past my circumstances and see the activity around me.  I could still look around and see the sunshine in my life despite what I may have been going through. I still had children that needed to be fed, a job I had to report to and life that was still going full force.  Some days my strings were fuller than other times and my vision was obscure but there was still enough space in between to allow the sun to shine through.  It’s just something about the sunshine that makes my days much more enjoyable and it allows me to think I can handle whatever life throws at me.

Today I want you to think about your string curtains, apply them to the windows of your life. This allows you access to others without being judgemental and yet others will find you approachable.  Sometimes people need to see that  we are human and we have trials and life doesn’t always deal us the best hand. But as long as we can see past our current situation and have faith in knowing trouble doesn’t last always we will be stronger, wiser and better equipped to handle whatever might come our way. 

Be Blessed my String Curtain Friends