Behind Closed Doors

“Sometimes adults do things with their hands that don’t always agree with their hearts.”

When loving you is killing me!

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Guess what?

I released a new book!

What's it called?

Behind Closed Doors

What's it about?

Pastor Layton and Lady Natasha Briggs were destined to marry. Well, according to their parents who arranged things before they were old enough to walk.

Now, thirteen years later, Layton and Tasha find themselves at odds. Love, honor and cherish have all been replaced with arguing, accusations, and domestic violence. A toxic environment that is tainting the heart and mind of their six-year-old daughter Lael.

Early one Sunday morning, things take a more violent turn, leaving Lael to make a 911 call that will chill the darkest of souls.

Proverbs 18:22 says, "He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord." But what happens when the love is lost and there are secrets behind closed doors?

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Excerpt

“911, what’s the address of your emergency? Hello, is anyone there? Hello? Unit 1902 in the area of Lockridge Road and Baxter, please be advised we have an open cell phone line. I’m trying to get the location. Hello, this is 911, is anyone there?”

Screams

“Please, ah, I’m sorry. Please stop.”

“You want me to stop? Why, isn’t this what you wanted? Huh?”

“Please. I’m sorry. You’re hurting me. Call 911.”

“Shut up. It’s too late.”

“It’s not. I’ll tell them I did this to myself. Please I’m dying.”

Silence

“Hello, is anybody there? Dispatch, there seems to be someone in trouble. Start an ambulance to the area. I almost have the address.”

“Will you let me see Lael? All I want is to see her one last time.”

“Hell no. If you want to see her, you’ll have to crawl to her.”

Groans, screams and crying.

“Please,” someone begs.

“You made me do this,” someone screams. “You.”

“Hello, is anybody there? This is 911. If you’re in trouble, exhale a deep breath or press a button. Hello.”

The phone is being moved around.

“Hello, are you there?” a crying voice asks.

“Yes, I’m here. Who am I speaking with?”

“My mommy needs help,” she says.

“Okay, I’m going to help your mommy. My name is Maggie, what’s your name?”

“Lael. L-A-E-L Briggs.”

“Lael, how old are you?”

“Six.”

“Can you tell me your address?”

“12300 Lockridge Road,” she slowly says.

“Great,” Maggie coaches, “you’re doing great Lael. Now, can you tell me what’s wrong with your mom? 1902, I’ve made contact with a six-year-old little girl who says her mother needs help. The address is 12300 Lockridge Road. Lael, can you tell me what’s happening? Lael, talk to me. What’s happening?”

Sounds of gunshots.

“Mommy, no!”

“Lael, Lael; Unit 1902, please be advised we have shots fired.”

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While we wait

When tragedy happens, it's during this time we tend to question things. A natural reaction when we don’t understand why one moment you’re celebrating birth and the next, death. One moment you’re happy and the next, tears won’t stop. One moment you’re going about your day and the next, sickness shifts what you know to be normal. One minute you’re driving to work and the next, your car is being slammed by somebody who ran the light. One moment you’re making plans for tomorrow and the next, funeral arrangements.

If I can be honest, it is also during this time we question God, a lot. God, are you listening? God, why is this happening to me/us? God, do You not care that we are perishing?

I don't know everything, yet I do know this, sometimes things happen that hurts, leaves us lost and confused. Sometimes ... the test will be positive for cancer, your womb may not carry a child, your heart will be broken, death occurs, the business will fail, you might lose your job, your organs may not function well, Covid-19 appears, family gets sick, the house will be foreclosed or car repossessed and/or etc. Evil may appear to be winning, but it's not. The storm may seem like it'll get the best of us, yet God is still present and while we wait to overcome, this is what we do.

We pray, we have faith, we believe, we live, we rejoice, we try again, we fall and get up, we take the medicine, hire the therapist, journal, cry, break some stuff, sing, dance, laugh and we wait in expectation of things getting better. Why because they will.

Ecclesiastes 8:6, "For there is a time and a way for everything, even when a person is in trouble."

New Year Giveaway — Day 2

Church folk can be so messy, always in your business with their ole loose lips. Who were the two ladies Chance was warned against? You know the two that’ll spread your business faster than a moving ship?


Email your answer to authorlakishagifts@gmail.com by Midnight tonight 12/31/2020. Winners will be announced 1/1/2021 via Facebook Live.

Prizes are:

• A sweets & treat box from The Bubble Bistro (all natural body butters, soaps, oils, etc.)

A Fruit Loop Candle Box from Rucker Candles

• Books (by me, of course)

Gift Cards

For an extra entry, email proof of purchase or your review of Another Chance to the email above.

Good luck,

Lakisha 💚

Will you have the time?

I thought I'd share this again because it's needed. Even with the goals you've accomplished, the businesses started, the proposals, weddings, pregnancy announcements, births, etc.; 2020 has still been a hard year. So, allow me to remind you to take the time.

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 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.

But 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 helped 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 nothing 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 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 2020 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