Daily Devotional – 8/1/16 “New beginning!”

A new month, August that is. Eight, biblical meaning = resurrection and regeneration or like some say new beginning. With this being the case, today is the day you no longer entertain the enemy. Tell him you’re taking your life back, your stuff back and he has to get the hell on. Today, resurrect the dead places that have started to rot within your spiritual walk. Today, regenerate the fire of God that has went out within you. Today, start afresh leaving the past behind. Today is the today you begin again. It doesn’t matter what you’ve been called, the things of your past neither the many times you’ve fallen, all that matters now is your willingness to get up and start new. Are you willing? 8+1+16 = 25 which, biblically means, grace upon grace. This literally means that not only is today the day you begin new, it’s also the day you receive a double portion of God’s grace. And you know what God says about His grace, don’t you? He says in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” The bible says in Ephesians 2:8, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God.” It says in 1 Corinthians 15:10, “But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them–yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me.”

I don’t know what you’re dealing with my brother, my sister but today you’ve been given another chance. I don’t know what you faced on yesterday but today you’ve been awarded another opportunity. I don’t know what ‘they’ said you couldn’t do, all I know is today is your chance for a new beginning. You simply have to take it. Stop doing what you used to do, it hasn’t worked. Stop going where you used to go, it won’t help. Stop depending on the stuff, it’s messing you up. “Rather, you must grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. All glory to him, both now and forever! Amen.” – 2 Peter 3:18

Trust God

Two Chapter Peek of Ms. Nice Nasty: Cam’s Confession

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18 years ago

“Thank you Mr. Frederick, this is just what I need.”

“Is there any else, Camille?”

“What do you mean?” I ask looking confused while grabbing my things.

“Oh come on, you know what I mean. You didn’t come here tonight for help with this assignment because you could have easily figured it out yourself.”

“Um, I’m not following.”

“Sure you are,” he says, smiling.

“Okay, but I’m not sure what you mean. You’ve always helped me before but if it’s a problem, I won’t come to you again.”

“No, no, there’s no problem but you’re not a freshman anymore so now I need some help from you.”

“Oookay,” I say, still confused.

He takes my books and sits them on the floor before taking my hand and placing it between his legs.

I snatch it back. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Calm down, haven’t you felt a dick before?”

“No, and I don’t appreciate you putting my hand on yours.”

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, smiling.

“I’m going to go because obviously I’ve given you the wrong idea.”

He grabs my arm and pushes me back down on the couch. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

He gets up and locks the door.

“Look Mr. Frederick, I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea but if you let me out of here now, I promise I will not say anything.”

He starts laughing. “You aren’t going anywhere, little girl, and you won’t say anything either, not if you want to finish this program.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I have the power to make or break you at this school.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I say, trying to grab my books again.

He gets angry and pulls me up to him. “Oh, you’re a feisty little bitch. I like that, but I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You don’t know when to shut up, do you? Get on your knees.”

Crying, I kneel in front of him as he unbuckles his pants. Shoving his dick in my face, I squirm trying to avoid it but it’s only making him more aroused. Using it to slap me on my lips, he smiles. “Open your mouth.”

Refusing, he grabs my hair and pushes his dick into my mouth, “Suck it!”

I gag from the musty odor of him but he continues to thrust in and out until I almost throw up. Pulling me up by my hair, he licks me on the lips and says, “You’ll get better with practice.”

Turning me around on his desk and snatching my panties from under my dress, he spreads my legs with one of his. He pushes me down as he rubs a finger over my clit.

“I’ve been waiting to sample this pussy,” he tells me, slapping me on the ass. “Relax and you might enjoy it.”

Crying and begging him to stop only makes him more aggressive as he keeps one hand on my back, forcibly holding me down. He’s fumbling around with I’m guessing a condom when I take note of a paperweight sitting on the edge of the desk.

He finally thrusts into me and I cry out.

“Ah,” he moans as he pounds into me. “This is some good, pure pussy.”

He continues, every thrust getting harder and harder with his hand now on the back of my neck.

“Ah, ah!” he grunts before finally pulling out of me.

I lay there a few seconds giving him a minute to back up. Picking up the paperweight from the desk, I swing it towards his head, connecting the first time.

“Dammit!” he yells, stumbling back. “You crazy bitch!”

He walks towards me and I keep swinging.

Chapter 2

“Camille, Camille! You’re safe.”

“What?”

“You’re safe,” says Dr. Melody Scott, my sex therapist, drawing me out of my nightmare.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? For finally letting down your wall?” she asks, handing me a tissue. I didn’t realize tears were rolling down my face.

“I’ve never told anybody that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want them looking at me with the same look you’re giving me now, that look of pity. Poor Camille, got herself raped—”

“Camille, stop it! I am not looking at you with pity.”

“Of course you are. Isn’t that what you doctors do? Sit up and judge folk because you never do any wrong? Is this not what you were expecting? This, or me having daddy issues?”

“We as doctors don’t judge: we are here to help and no, this isn’t what I was expecting. All I was ever expecting from you is the truth of your problem. And just so you know, I make mistakes too because I’m human.”

“Humph! You could have fooled me, Ms. Sex Therapist Doctor. Sitting here with your hair all nice and neat, fancy suit and shoes, looking like you’ve never sinned.”

“Don’t you look the same way every time you come in here? The only difference is that I don’t run from my problems.”

“Who said I’m running from mine?”

“I am. Have you not realized we’ve been at this for almost two years and this is the first time you’ve ever let me in? Why is that?”

“Because then I have to face the person I was sixteen years ago.”

“But aren’t you tired of running? Aren’t you tired of hiding behind the disguise of Cam?”

“It’s who I am. She’s the one who got me through that.”

“But what are you afraid of now?”

“Of losing her.”

“What makes you think losing her is a bad thing?”

“Because this is all I know. Cam is who I am!”

“And how’s that working for you?”

“It was working great. I was enjoying it quite well until everybody started dipping their nose in my business.”

“Why do you always blame everybody else?”

“Listen Doc, I don’t want to argue today. We’ve made some good progress.”

“Stop taking everything as a joke, Camille.”

“I’m not!” I say, getting angry. “And I am not blaming everyone else. Like I’ve told you before, I don’t have a problem with who I am. I love the shoes I’m walking in.”

“Even if they cause you to lose everything you’ve worked so hard for?”

“Who said they would?”

“Be real for a minute, Camille. Look at everything you’re going through now. Can you honestly say it’s worth it?”

“Well no, but—”

“There is no ‘but’ when it comes to your life. Don’t you get that? You have an opportunity to get it right, at this very moment, yet you’re choosing ‘Cam’ over everything else. Is she worth losing your family, your friends, your career and quite possibly your life?”

I can’t answer.

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First Chapter Peek of Ms. Nice Nasty 2

Ms Nice Nasty 2

“What the fuck!” Thomas yells as the bullet passes his head and lodges into the door.

“You crazy bitch!” I scream, running towards Jyema.

“Stop before I shoot at your ass too.”

“And then what, Jyema? What is your endgame?” When she doesn’t answer, I continue. “You haven’t thought that far, have you?” I laugh. “You stupid motherfucker! It’s always you cute chicks that’s crazy as fuck!”

“Camille, what in the hell is going on?”

“Yea, Camille, why don’t you tell your husband what is going on?” Jyema laughs.

“I am so glad you find this funny but answer this: what has been your point in all of this? You’ve been stalking me for months, calling me all times of day and night, leaving notes and pictures, busting windows out of my car, calling my job and for what?”

“She’s been the one doing all those things?” Thomas asks, pointing at Jyema. “I bet you were the one that blamed Chelle for all that stuff too?”

“Shut up!” she screams. “Shut the fuck up both of you! Thomas, she doesn’t care about your whining ass, can’t you see that? In fact, she doesn’t care about anybody but herself.”

“Girl,” I laugh, “what is your point? Telling him is going to do what — make him leave me? Oh, I get it. You’re mad because I wouldn’t spend any more time with you.”

“You pushed me off like I was nothing. Like I didn’t mean shit to you.”

“Do you hear yourself? We weren’t in a relationship. We were two consenting adults enjoying each other’s company, making each other feel good, but now your ass has gone crazy.”

“I’m not crazy. I just wanted you and you blew me off!”

“You have a whole husband,” I say to her.

“And? You do too, but it didn’t stop you from coming to me.”

“For fun, Jyema! For fucking fun, but now you’re standing here on the night I am supposed to be celebrating my installation to judgeship with a gun pointed at me and my husband.”

“Wow!” Thomas says. “Just when I think our lives can’t get any worse. Isn’t she Brock’s wife?”

“Don’t start, Thomas. Now is not the time.”

“It’s never the time. What else is it going to take for you to see you need help? Standing here with this crazy bit—”

“Say it and I’ll put a bullet in your ass,” Jyema warns walking over to Thomas.

“Okay, stop. Just calm down. What do you want?” I ask her.

“I want you to leave with me.”

“What? And go where? To Happilyeverafterville? You do know that security is probably out in the hallway as we speak?”

“I don’t know! Just shut up and move,” she replies, opening the door.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Yes, you are. Let’s go.” She grabs my arm.

“Look, fool, why don’t you leave before the police get here in order to save both of us a lot of embarrassment.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“And she isn’t getting out of here without going to jail,” Thomas says.

“Drop the gun!” a police officer shouts.

She pushes me back into the room, closes the door and begins to panic.

“Jyema, look. You need to open the door and we’ll figure this shit out. I am sure the media is all over this by now and this is the last thing I need.”

“Fuck! It’s always about you, Cam! I ought to shoot your ass right now and get it over with.”

“And then what? Are you willing to spend the rest of your life in jail for shooting a judge?”

“Not if I kill myself too.”

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Daily Devotional – 7/28/16 “If the God we serve … “

If we serve a God who allows the sun to shine through rain, don’t you think He has the power to allow us to smile through pain? If the God we serve can create the Heaven and the Earth with the power of His voice, don’t you know He has the power to give us life with immeasurable joy? If the God we serve can breathe life back into the dead, don’t you think He has strength to lift your bowed down head? If the God of our lives has the power to put a road in the midst of a sea, don’t you think He knew exactly who you would be? Yes, there are things that we do, outside of the will of God yet it doesn’t stop us from being a child of God. This is why you have to stop being tricked by the enemy into believing you aren’t worthy enough because of your past. Baby, if our past could keep us from tapping into our destiny, a lot of us would be walking the street, right now, out of our mind. If our past could hinder us from being what God has ordained for our lives, a whole lot of us would be strung out on drugs in the back of somebody’s alley. If God had to wait until we cleaned ourselves up, He wouldn’t have anybody to choose from. So, stop being bamboozled and fooled into thinking you aren’t worthy. Stop listening to what ‘they’ say when ‘they’ weren’t there the night you laid out in the floor on the brink of natural death and it was the spiritual sanctification of resuscitation that brought you back. Quit allowing what man think to knock you on your back when man wasn’t the one who snatched you out the pit of purgatory (agony) and put you into the place of peace. Yes, you have to fight. Yes, you have to suffer. Yes, your name may be slandered and you may find yourself having thoughts of giving up but my brother, my sister; you lose when you stop fighting. It’s not when you get tired, it’s not when you cry, it’s not when you scream but it’s when you stop fighting that you lose the chance to become victorious. We lose the opportunity to win when we give up. Don’t let that be today. You’ve come too far in this thang to quit now. No matter what you see, know that there’s better on the other side as long as you continue to press forward!

The God we serve

Daily Devotional – 7/27/16 “You won’t give up, not today!”

When you walk in the purpose God has for your life, you are essentially letting the enemy know, he should have killed you when he had the chance. See, the enemy knows you have potential otherwise he wouldn’t bother and when you push through the pain, insecurities, disappointments, fall downs and etc. you are defying the odds he’s placed against your life. Beloved, the enemy is betting against you, every time and it’s his hope you don’t make it through. He’s hoping today is the day you give up. He’s pacing hoping today is the day you stop praying. He needs you to throw in the towel, hang your head in shame and give up because it is then his bet against you pays off. Yea, in fact, he wishes you’d hurry up and die. This is why you can’t give up. This is why you cannot stop. This is why today you’ve got to make it up in your mind that ‘I shall live and not die!’ And not just live but live in God trusting Him enough to be greater than you were yesterday. No, I don’t know what you’re going through, I am not abreast of what you’re dealing with, I don’t know the pain you laid down with, I don’t even know if you have money to pay your bills let alone eat but I know a God who is capable of pulling us out of our situations and providing.

Child of God, the enemy is whispering in your ear telling you to let go. He has set up camp in the living room of your house and he is taunting you to come to him. He may have even gotten into the children’s room and now they are acting out but it’s because he tried you and failed and now he’s going after anybody connected to you. Sickness is attacking your spouse and the enemy is telling you to be angry at God. Death showed up in your family and now the enemy is telling you to question God. You’re questioning why God is allowing your church to suffer and the enemy has you thinking it’s because of you but man/woman of God, hold on! Don’t you dare give up! Don’t you even think about throwing in the towel! Don’t you dare close that cell door! Don’t you dare die on me! God needs you or else He wouldn’t have allowed you to walk on top of the ground this morning. So, hold your head up – the hell with what ‘they’ say. Throw out those pills and pour out that alcohol, you won’t need it. Put the pen down, you won’t write your obituary today. And get out of those grave-clothes – it’s not your time to die.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. – Isaiah 41:10

Give it to God