I thought I’d share this again …
She had the house, the finest car, and the custom-made clothes. She was top in her graduating class and her business was booming. She’d made it and vowed to never go back to the place she was raised because it had nothing for her. Sure, she sent money home to her parents, but all the siblings had to know it. Sure, she made the occasional calls, but it was to brag, never to ask about them.
When her mom got sick, she sent flowers. When her sister was losing her house, she sent a check with conditions. She never made time for anybody or anything unless it benefited her, even God. Yes, she joined a church but not to serve, she liked the honorable mentions of being the biggest tithe payer.
Then a stroke knocked, and it crippled her. The people at the church, they didn’t show up. Her employees, they didn’t come but her family did. The same parents she hollered at whenever they asked her to come home. The same brother she “didn’t fool with” because of prior drug use, he was there. The sister she called a slut for having two babies out of wedlock, she was there. They wiped the mouth that had been so foul. They helped her learn to walk again even though she used to walk all over them. They help with speech therapy, although she never had anything good to say.
One night as she lay in the bedroom she grew up in, trying to find strength to make her left arm move, she cried. Not because of the stroke, but because of the space she’d allowed to grow between her and her family. She wanted to hug them, but it was hard to do now. So, she cried, realizing the money she made didn’t mean anything because all they wanted was her. She cried because the bragging she did couldn’t bless her, the hating couldn’t heal her, and the fancy stuff couldn’t free her. And now, the bible she never read lay stretched open on her nightstand and the God she’d forsaken, she now prayed to; thanking Him for the chance to make things right.
She had time because this story isn’t real but what about you? Do you have the time to forgive, forget and make things right before your clock runs out? Will you have the time to say, “I forgive you,” “I love you,” “I’m sorry” or will your ego keep you from evolving and your pride keep you from offering peace? Will you have the time before 2018 closes? Will you have the time to make it right before you’re weeping at a casket, holding a body that can’t speak back?
“Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” – James 4:14
Merry CHRISTmas
In the early morning of Christmas … For those who are crying themselves to sleep, I pray God’s peace will cover you like the warmest blanket until your tears cease and sleep increases. For those who are sitting next to a loved one’s sick bed, I’m praying God’s healing power flows in like a flood healing every broken bone or sick place, swiftly. For those whom depression has a grip on, I’m praying God‘s power releases you from the bonds and you’re able to breathe.
For the victims of abuse (of any kind), I pray God closes the hand of your abuser, allows their belittling words to catch in their throat, and He deals them the justice they deserve, swiftly, so you can finally heal in peace and feel happiness again. For anybody suffering this holiday, may you be set free, healed, and made whole. For you who are grieving, may you get the comfort you need to remember your loved one without it hurting so much. For you on the verge of throwing in the towel, I pray your faith does not fail and you push through to survive.
Whatever it is, I’m praying for you ma’am, sir.
Merry CHRISTmas ❤️
Get Up!
Twas the day before Christmas, and all you can find is confusion and misunderstanding in the depths of your mind.
Sickness stormed in, death angel claimed some loved ones, bills piling up, depression won’t leave you alone, laid off, your marriage is troubled and your child is in the hospital or jail … what’s merry about this Christmas, right?
Here’s what I’ve grown to understand, things will happen beyond our control and the day/time doesn’t change it. Yes, it hurt. Yes, it causes questions that you may or may not get the answers to. Yes, it causes tears and sleepless nights. Yes, to all the things going through your mind.
Yet, on this Christmas Eve, I simply stopped to tell you … don’t give up. Easier said than done, right? Sure. But you can decide to keep getting up. Even through depression, grief, heartache, sickness, and loneliness; get up. When it feels like you’re being defeated, get up. When it looks like things won’t work out, get up. When you can’t form words, get up. With tears, pain, confusion, questions … get up.
Getting up is the hardest part, but when you decide to do it, you’ll then feel the strength to try.
I don’t know what you’re going through, but don’t allow it to hold you hostage today. Get up.
I’m praying for you. 💚
Will you go?
When the Israelites were finally released by Pharaoh, God could have taken them the shortest route to the Promised Land.
He didn’t though. Want to know why?
Because they would go through Philistine territory, their enemy, and God knew if they were faced with a battle that early on, they’d probably change their minds and return to Egypt. A place of bondage and hard labor.
Yes, God could have dealt with their enemy. He’s God. Yet, I believe the miracle at the Red Sea was an experience they needed to see to trust the power of God.
What if having to go the long route, to get to the promise, is for your good? What if the long way is God protecting you from the danger you don’t foresee? What if the long way builds your trust in God? What if you simply went without worrying about the details?
Will you go?
My first …
Guess what! 🤗
No, guess.
Okay, I’ll tell you. I’ve released my first audiobook!!
Last Call is now an audiobook!! 😊
I’ve been praying about this process because there are some books I want to record, yet I took a leap of faith. Last Call is the result of that leap.
Y’all it’s hard finding the right voice to convey words written, for me, because these books aren’t just books, they’re ministry. Well, y’all know.
Anyway, … here’s the link. Let me know what you think. 💚
Last call signifies closing time is near, either place your last order or settle any open tabs. In life, it’s when you’re fed up and a decision must be made … should I stay or should I go?
For Lillian Weaver, last call means a possible end to her seven year marriage to Blair.
Blair, the owner of a popular bar, B Squared has allowed success to go to his head. Now, his pride and ego are bigger than the promises and plans he once made with his wife Lillian.
A wife who no longer recognizes the man Blair has become. He used to be loving and kind, someone she was willing to sacrifice her own dreams for, to build and grow old with. Until his demeaning language and disrespectful actions, leaves Lillie confused, hurt and tired.
Will Blair’s pride cause Lillie to walk away and him to lose it all?
Lakisha, the Author 