Sunday, June 28, 2020


“Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, Yet I will not forget you." Isaiah 49:15

 I was just outside watering my garden and as the hot scorching sun beamed down on my neck and back it became increasingly uncomfortable. I began to think about my ancestors that worked in the cotton and tobacco fields from sun up tp sun down in the scorching heat of the south. I immediately felt guilty for being such a wimp when they had endured a thousand times worst. My people did this for hundreds of years and while some may say "Well that was then...".

 I can still remember even as a small child in the Jim Crow south accompanying my family members to the fields, where I sat on a blanket and watched them pick cotton and "put in" tobacco to get extra money for school and other supplies. They worked for mere coins and though they were not in the fields from sun up to sundown like our ancestors and were "paid", still they were oppressed by every meaning of the word. My family was blessed in that both my parents were able to stand strong and provide necessities like food, a home and education for the family, so some will say "Well see, you came out of it alright, why look back?" I remember because not only my parents but all of my ancestors paid a heavy. heavy price. A price so high that people can't or don't want to hear about it. Atrocities and experiences of not only my ancestors, but even as current as my immediate family and myself, but I do not seek pity, I do not desire an apology, I only pray for justice. We are beyond having sit down talks and discussions on racial reconciliation, that has been done for decades and there is still no change. True change only comes from the heart.

 I can not judge anyone's heart, but Yah (God) can. What we see happening in the media is the exposure of man's hearts, what's in there is coming out. It is Yah's (God's) doing. In His mercy, He has given each of us a time to get it it's His time and He does not forget.There are other peoples and nations that have been through oppression, but my race is the only race that has been told to "Forget about it, that was the past." and that is highly offensive because those same people would NEVER tell someone of Jewish descent to forget the Holocaust, "...that was the past." It would not only be highly offensive, but you would not get away with it, trust me...and yet my people and myself personally have been told that over and over again.

I am not angry, but this is the season when what was upside down is being turned right side up; yes, there is shifting and unrest and I've heard many say "This feels different, things are not the same", but Yah (God) has a plan. Our hearts must be clean before Him, transparent, honest and opened to receive and obey His leading. #Neverforget

Wednesday, June 3, 2020


I have a confession...yesterday was a "gray" day for me. Gray meaning it was a somber day, a sobering day, a day of introspection and sorrow. Sometimes we think we are handling things ok, but then you get slammed by deep reality. You can do one of two things, hopefully I chose the best, I submitted it to Yah (God) and He began the healing process.

It began when I read the results of the second autopsy done on George Floyd, all of you should be familiar with the name of the man that is now known as recently being murdered by a policeman. Before you turn me off and say "All policeman are not like that" hear me when I say that I know this and this is not about policemen, this is about hate. Growing up in the south during segregation and the Civil rights movement, I have seen and experienced racism first hand. I know what it is like to be called ugly names, have to drink at a separate water fountain and use a separate bathroom with the sign "Colored" or not have public facilities at all. I know what it is like to attend a theatre, pay the same amount of money as whites, yet having to sit up in the balcony in far less comfortable conditions. I know what it is like to see little children of your same age call your mother by her first name. I know what it is like to be afraid to go into certain stores or go to certain parts of town not knowing if you would be told to leave or chased out. I could go on but this was during all my childhood and young adult life. My first year of college, the preceding semester three black men were killed in town by angry white men because the young men were marching for desegregation, the opportunity to sit down at the same lunch counter as whites. You get the picture...

Saying all that to say that I have seen hate, I have seen its ugly glare from cold overtly condescending eyes and I have seen it behind covertly fake smiles and dismissive attitudes. I can recognize it well, but... When I read how George Floyd died, it broke me. When I read how he was unmercifully held down while handcuffed, how his neck and spine were held down in such a way that his diaphragm was restricted to expand fully and when he did catch a breath he cried for mercy. How he cried for them to let him breathe, how he cried out for his deceased broke me. This is nothing new, it is a part of the history of this country...but this broke me...

I saw hate at a whole new level. This same police officer and the officers that also pressed down on this handcuffed man, if they saw someone do this to one of their police dogs, they would've arrested them for cruelty to animals and yet...they did this to a human being, seemingly with no remorse or care...that is pure evil. It showed me that hatred and evil is very bold and brazen and that I can no longer try to make sense of something so destructive and intolerable. I won't tolerate the remarks made by people that refuse to accept the facts of acts such has been happening for hundreds of years to my people. Those who blow it off with statements like "If you don't like it here, then leave." or "I wasn't a slave owner so don't blame me." Yah has given me His love for all people, but He has also given me a new resolve, determination and boldness to speak the Truth.

Sometimes in order for a bone to be healed, it must be broken and reset. I was broken in my spirit by these recent events, but Yah (God) is "resetting" me to be stronger and bolder in Him. Most importantly He is close to me in this whole process. To Him be All Glory and Praise!

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Enjoying your home...

Good day Y'all! Being greeted by this beautiful yellow begonia plant lifts my spirit and already brightens my day. (Thank you to the lady and her sweet Mom for gifting this to me)

I always say that home/condo/apartment owners should make their homes a place where they enjoy being. I don't entertain much, but I like making home a place that is warm, cozy, and enjoyable by surrounding myself with the things I love. It's not about making it a showplace, but making it a safe place for you and your family to relax, enjoy and to be refreshed from the outside world. Some of my fondest memories is my husband saying very often after a long, hard day at work, "I like being home." It gave me great pleasure to know that I had made a house...a home for us...and I enjoyed it!

It doesn't take much nor does it costs much, it starts with the desire to create it for yourself and your family. Have a great day and remember..."Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They [mercies] are new every morning Great is Your faithfulness!" Lamentations 3:22-23

Time for some oil y'all

Yard work on this beautiful windy morning. Thinking how I can buy expensive garden tools and also cheap garden tools but eventually they all need a good oil/lubricant treatment every now and then to keep on working. A little maintenance on a regular basis will extend the operative life and make it give an optimum performance when it’s needed.

So it is with us...being in quarantine may have worn the patience thin of a Mom or Dad of school age children; may have caused strained relationships between husbands and wives who aren’t used to being in the house with each other all day, some may have become depressed with no distraction to keep them from drudging up not so good memories; tempers may easily erupt, boredom may be setting In (Proof with everyone creating their avatars lol) .

You ask can all this come from just being in isolation? You betcha. So I am saying all this to just remind you all that sometimes we just need some maintenance, a good oiling. Sometimes we need to kick back and allow Yah (God) to help you to refresh yourself, because when you rest in Him, He will help you to “perform “ your duties at the optimum when needed and give you peace that will extend your life by calming your depression, anxiety and irritability. Let Him be your “Oil of gladness”, (Psalms 45:7) yes even in this time of social distancing and isolation. This is our maintenance time. A time to regroup, be built up and strengthen to be prepared for the next season. 

“Repent therefore and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of Yah (God)” Acts 3:19

Monday, April 6, 2020

Snuggle in...

"But let all who take refuge in You be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread Your protection over them, that those who love Your Name may rejoice in You." Psalms 5:11

Early this morning as I sat on the back porch in the quiet as the sun began to rise, my dogs joined me. The little one shivered in the cool morning air, so I picked him up and wrapped him in my shawl. I could feel his little sigh of relief as he snuggled even deeper...he felt safe, warm and secure. We as humans want that feeling feel protected,

When my husband passed, one of the most challenging steps of grief for me, was the feeling of being unprotected, feeling lost, vulnerable, exposed to harm and danger. I felt that I had lost my covering and was left without any protection. However... the most challenging step was not the longest one to get through. Through the prayers of myself and others, and getting to know Yahuah (God) more intimately, I came to know that HE is my Protection, my Refuge, my Strong Tower. Our protection from Him is an individual plan as we trust in Him.

I've learned that I can cling to Him and He will wrap His Presence around me making me feel protected, safe and secure. During these times of the pandemic, I have seen so much fear among people. I dare not dismiss the severity of current conditions, but I also know that for those that take refuge in Him, submit to Him and Love and honor His Name, He WILL spread His protection over you, on that you can depend. Him today, snuggle up in His Arms, settle in, so that you can give a sigh of relief and assurance.

Thursday, March 26, 2020

I AM MORE than enough !

During this time of semi-seclusion, we have been in a position to do a lot of thinking; there is something about slowing down the routine that causes time for reflection.

 During my prayer time this morning, many people came across my mind; people that have lost loved ones recently or in the past, people that have sick loved ones, people that are ill themselves, people that have experienced loss through separation or divorce, loss of jobs, financial woes. People that have wayward children young and old that are in trouble or worse that are incarcerated. People that are being abused mentally, verbally, emotionally and physically. People that need healing in their minds, hearts and souls...deep healing...and as I began to pray for these needs I became overwhelmed with the burden of it all and then a still small voice spoke to my heart "I AM MORE than enough."

 Funny how we think that somethings are just too much for Yah (God) to handle; we put limits on Him and then we try to carry them ourselves. Well, He is saying to me and some of you out there "I AM MORE than enough." He's Big enough, His capacity, resources and love is limitless, and as we submit to Him, He deposits the Power in us to believe that He is able. Trust Him today with your needs, your life. Don't try to carry it yourself...

 "Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest..." Matthew 11:28

Sunday, March 22, 2020

The Race is not given to the swift!

I remember when I was a lot younger, I used to wonder why older folks moved so much slower; whether walking or driving, the old folks seemed to move slower than honey pouring out of a jar fresh out the fridge! 😀

Now that I am a member of that group, the older group that is I understand. It's not that we are intentionally slower, it's just that certain parts of our anatomy don't seem to operate as fast, even though in our minds we are cruising as usual. I was thinking that though the older you get the slower you may become, there is something that seems to become stronger and that is CONSISTENCY. I believe that King Solomon had it right when he wrote in Ecclesiastes 9 "...the race is not given to the swift.." meaning you don't have to be fast to always win the "race" of life.

 Consistency in us old folks can sometimes be referred to as "stuck in our ways", but consistency, according to the dictionary has synonyms like: reliability, stability, steadiness and dependability...not so bad huh? In the story of the Tortoise and the Hare there are many great life lessons but one stands out to me...the Tortoise may have been slow, but he was consistent. He just kept plodding along, he didn't let any distractions take him off his path and he stayed focused...and he won the race!

So for all you "seniors" out there and for those that aspire to be someday, take a tip from a Tortoise (Me), in these days stay focused, don't worry if it seems you can't keep up with everything that's going on, just keep going at your pace, don't get distracted by all the bad news on the media, stay in the race and with Yahuah (God)'s help , you will win. "and let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart". Galatians 6:9


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