Lakisha, the Author

Excerpt from Shattered 2

“Camille, I am not your enemy and I know this is out of your comfort zone and may even be an unorthodox way of doing therapy but sometimes, you have to think outside of normalcy to see change. This place, I call Sobriety House, is a safe haven for women, just like you, who are carrying things you need to be detoxed from.”

“I’m not an addict.”

“Sobriety, isn’t only from drugs and alcohol because in reality; anger, abuse, self-sabotage, soul ties, doubt and etc. are all things that keep us under the influence. I call it, being spiritually intoxicated. It’s like being physically intoxicated because you lose your sense of thinking and you say and do things you can’t take back due to your mood being altered and your brain function impaired. Camille, being here at Sobriety House is only the start. In order for this program to work, you’ve got to first admit that you have a problem.”

I sigh.

“Do you have a problem, Camille?” Dr. Scott questions.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Yes,” I say looking at her and she motions for me to sit down. Once I’m seated, she begins to pray.

“Dear God …”

Shattered 2, coming soon but in the meantime, get caught up with Shattered 1 by cllcking here –> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YCRJMNG

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Daily Devotional – 10/23/19 “God took a chance”

The last few months, I’ve been intentional about my prayer life. In the mornings, instead of grabbing my phone, I sit in fellowship with God. Before my feet hit the floor, I thank God and then I ask Him to set the order of my day. This morning was no different but I felt different because I have a deeper appreciation for what God has allowed, in my life. This is why, my words to Him this morning were “God, thank you for taking a chance on me.” See, I always took for granted God’s need of me. When the truth of the matter is, He doesn’t yet He took a chance on me.

When I was being selfish, mean, angry, bitter, sinful and all the other words to describe my mess; God was still willing to take a chance on me. When I wasn’t fitting to live but fearful of dying, God was stilling willing to take a chance on me. When I was ignoring Him and blatantly disrespecting this vessel He created; He was still waiting to take a chance on me. When I was acting holy, playing church every Sunday, knee deep in sin and halfway repenting; He still took a chance on me. Y’all this thang hit differently when you come to understand that God doesn’t need us, not when He can make rocks cry out and donkeys talk; yet He takes a chance on us. There’s an old gospel song that says, “He chose me, out of all that He could have used, He chose me.” Is that great news to anybody other than me? Is there anybody else who’s grateful to God for choosing us, to use?

Even with assignments that aggravate us, blessings that burden us, circumstances that confuse us, detours that distract us, evilness that engulfs us, fights that frustrates us, grievances that gird us, hurt that hinder us, injustices that infuriates us, jealousies we’re judged by, kicks that knock us down, longsuffering we labor with, mishandlings in ministry, nosey instigators, oppositions, persecutions, questions, restlessness, sacrifices, trouble and troublemakers, ungodliness, valleys and vexes, weaknesses and yokes (There’s no x or z, stop looking) … God still deems us worthy enough of being chosen to handle them all.

So, press through the spiritual abuse we sometimes have to suffer, the valleys we sometimes fall victim too because God took a chance on you. And because He did, there’s an even greater chance of you surviving. How do I know? Because God gives us chance after chance, every time and if He didn’t believe in us; He’s given up by now. When it gets hard, remember this … God took a chance on you. #tryagain #Goddid

I wish I could take credit …

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I wish I could take sole credit for penning all the books, I have but I didn’t do it alone. Truth is, I couldn’t do it alone. Writing, for me, isn’t about money or fame, I write because it’s assigned to my name. This is why, every book is prayed over; before, during and after.

It’s not about me. If it were, I’d continually push books, with no rhyme or reason. If it were about me, I wouldn’t care if a message was received by the readers, it would be about royalties. If it were about me, I wouldn’t care about the negative reviews but I do (some of them). However, this isn’t about me. This ministry of Lakisha, the Author … it’s all God!

I’m grateful to God and to the readers and supporters who are there for every release. I’m even more appreciative of the seasons of drought because they have me time to work, study and get better.

I wish I had the magic answer, the right keywords for ads, the perfect promoter, the thing that’s going to catapult your career and increase sales but I don’t. What I do know is, it takes time. For someone who don’t think their work is enough, it is and DO NOT, under any circumstances, give up! You got this but you’ve got to keep going, keep writing, keep preaching, keep believing, keep trusting and keep getting up!

It’ll payoff when you pray, tithe, trust God and work your faith.

I’m a living witness and if you need proof, click HERE to see.

Happy Reading,
Lakisha

Daily Devotional – 10/7/19 “Sober up!”

When a person is grieving, coming out of a bad relationship, angry, bitter or etc.; you tend to make decisions from that place. At the time, you probably feel as though that decision is the right one … until you sober up. Oh, you didn’t know you can be intoxicated from feelings? Yep, you can and in that intoxicated state, you might just do or say something you’ll regret later. This is why, you have to stop making decisions with your emotions. Baby, a bad relationship, the one when you were drunk in lust, will have you regretting some stuff, when that haze is gone and you’re clear-headed. That grief will have you getting tattoos, you’ll regret when the pain is more manageable, and you can think clearer. That anger will have you kicking up a dust storm and saying some stuff, you don’t even remember and can’t take back, once the dust settles. This is why you shouldn’t post, when you’re angry. You shouldn’t make drastic decisions, when you’re hurting. You shouldn’t sign your name, when you’re under pressure. You shouldn’t make life altering plans, when you’re under the influence.

In Second Timothy 4, Paul is talking to Timothy on how he should carry himself when preaching God’s word. And although you may not be a preacher, evangelist etc.; we all serve in the ministry of God, as children of God. Therefore, this scripture, Second Timothy 4:5, applies to you, for it says, “But you, be sober in all things, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry.” Evangelist, one definition is, “a zealous advocate of something.” This should be all of us, who are called God’s children. What I’m sharing is, stop doing stuff when you’re intoxicated and under the influence of feelings. If you don’t, you might just find yourself under arrest with a DUI (deceiving under the influence), DWI (defiling while intoxicated), DWT (desiring while tipsy), PWT (preaching while tow-up), DUP (delivering under pressure) and DWD (desperate while damaged). Beloved, get sober or get pulled over … by God. And if you didn’t know this, His penalties carry a far greater weight than man.

Excerpt … Shattered

Shattered available now on Amazon

“I do want this marriage, why else would I still be here?”

“To annoy me,” I shrug then laugh. “Maybe this is karma for everything I’ve done, to you or it’s God’s way of punishing me for breaking my vows. Either way, I can’t keep doing this. When I get back from Miami, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay and file for divorce. Now, get out,” I say walking over to open the door.

He grabs my arm, turning me to face him and closes the door. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to me, for once.”

“I don’t—”

“Damn it, Camille.” The sound of his voice causes me to jump. “I’m sorry for yelling but I’ve put up with so much of your crap and never once did I say divorce. The nights, no the mornings you’d come in from doing God knows what, I was right here. When you threw in my face, your cheating, I still gave you chance after chance. The night you overdosed—”

“Don’t.”

“No,” he says pushing me back against the wall. “The night you overdosed, I gave you the option to stay and get help, but you left, and we all know how that worked out. You, laying in the hospital for seven days and I was right there, watching you fight for your life.

Camille, I’ve always been here, for you, even when I should have put your ass out and now, the first time I mess up, you want to leave me. Well, you can’t because you owe me more than that.”

I snatch my arm away from him. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“Like hell! You owe me the same freaking thing I keep giving you and that’s a chance. Camille, I made a huge mistake but why is my sin costing more than all the ones you’ve committed? Why should I have to pay, with our marriage when you almost paid with your life and yet, I’m right here? Am I not worth, fighting for?”

I slide down to the floor.

“You don’t get to decide that we’re over. You have to fight for me, at least once because I deserve it and damn it, you’re going to do it.”

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