I recently saw a picture of myself that opened the flood gates of those once upon a time memories. Thankfully at the time I saw this picture, I had someone there with me that I could express all of those feelings and emotions on to.
A Divine Perspective 15: Looking Back
Looking back on life I realized there were many instances I experienced that still have the power to bring a tear to my eye. Who am I kidding, they bring many tears. I’m a very emotional person so many things can cause me to shed a few or hundred tears. Because of this I try not to dwell on those things thus adding to my wall of forget me nots because I can not forget them. This wall helps to block their view, but the issues, the situations, the emotions are still there.
I recently saw a picture of myself that opened the flood gates of those once upon a time memories. This picture removed a few bricks from my wall. I remembered how I felt alone during this time in my life. How my self esteem was underneath the scum of any near by lake. How wounds from divorce were still sore. How, as young as I was, I was attempting to be strong and brave although I was hurting and needed to cry out.
Thankfully at the time I saw this picture, I had someone there with me that I could express all of those feelings and emotions on to. I could let some of the hurt out. This person didn’t try to help me see how it has gotten better over time, nor did they try to say “Well look what God has done in spite of what you’ve been through”. They just listened and allowed me to be that young 13/14 year old girl and cry some of those frustrations out that I thought I had to keep behind the wall even then. I didn’t need a counselor, I just needed an ear. A physical person that I could see at the moment and be vulnerable to. I didn’t need encouragement or a voice telling me to be thankful for where I am now. I just needed someone to be there and to listen.
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Friday Nights, oh how things have changed!
Its finally Friday! What are you planning on doing this weekend? Movies?
I remember the days of yore when the movie was the thang to do on a Friday Night. I grew up with a mom that made Friday’s our date night! It was something to look forward to. This consisted of me wearing my “mini” jean skirt and purple boots a Movie and Pizza. As I got a little older, she would give me money so that I could purchase what I wanted from the concession stand. Nachos, Pickles, Popcorn, and Cherry Coke! She always had a movie planned for Friday Night. The best was the food we brought from home. Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone okay.
In college, we would go to the 9:00pm show. Why we waited so late knowing full well that girls had curfew. Yes I went to a University where girls had a curfew. Makes sense, since we can get pregnant without any help right?Anyway we would go to Cheddars after it and rush back to campus to be in by 1 am. Ahhh, those were the days.
Now, I don’t even care that I haven’t been to a movie since Us came out back in…what was that, April? I don’t know, but that was the last movie I went to see. There are plenty of movies that I want to see, but by the time I am free to go, movies are the last thing on my mind. Rest and Sleep are priorities now. I’ll get there when I can, but until then I’ve got Netflix!
What are you doing tonight?
Sunday, September 1, 2019, my mom went shopping at a neighboring city’s Walmart around 3:00 in the afternoon. She heard loud popping noises and witnessed people running with fear.
Sunday, September 1, 2019, my mom went shopping at a neighboring city’s Walmart around 3:00 in the afternoon. After making her purchases, she walked to the basket area to return the basket she was using. While there she began a conversation with a lady entering the store. As they were talking, both ladies heard loud popping sounds coming from inside the store. Looking around in search of the noise, they witnessed hundreds of people running out. All of these people were running out, with a look of panic and utter fear across their faces. Leaving the conversation, my mother also ran for her life, as gun shots continued to ring in the air.
I thank you God for getting my mother out of the store just in time. Thank you for the hedge of protection you placed around her and the many others that were able to escape death’s door. She’s still a little shaken up, but doing fine.
My mother was born and raised in Chicago but left after joining the Army and beginning her own family. She eventually came back home after being away for about 25 years. Unfortunately, Chicago is a beautiful city plagued with Gun Violence every day. She recently relocated to an Indiana suburb, to be safer and to no longer have to deal with other issues within the city. This Gun Violence in Chicago, and in other major cities, has been out of control. Where can people go now, when the “safe” suburban cities are now places of local war-fare? When will there be laws set aside to make sure that these copy-cats are handled justly? What is going to be done to make sure that people can not feel comfortable going into places with weapons and attacking?
This true story didn’t make the news due to what was already headlining: the Odessa/Midland, TX shooting, the boat off California that caught fire with 30 people on board, and the devastation of Hurricane Dorian engulfing Grand Bahama Island. Is that fire still destroying the Rain Forest in Brazil?
There’s too much going on in the world, but remember even in the midst of all of the chaos, God is still Good. He still has a plan and it will be accomplished.
What should be done to protect the innocent on stores and schools? Please comment your ideas.
It’s Labor Day 2019 here in the good ole U.S of A. Wherever you go, the scent of bar-b-que is sure to be found close by along with the refreshing smells of watermelon and sunshine.
September 2: It’s Labor Day!
It’s Labor Day 2019 here in the good ole U.S of A. A time set aside to honor those that labor every day, so that they may have a day of rest. Obviously it’s not a day where all those that work are off, because stores and restaurants are open. For those that have the pleasure of being off, these people honor this day with picnics, family, and shopping.
Labor Day sales are prevalent and television commercials remind you to spend your money on this day, in order to, you know save it….Families get together for formal reunions, by gathering at parks for picnics, or homes. Wherever you go, the scent of bar-b-que is sure to be found close by along with the refreshing smells of watermelon and sunshine.
I, on the other hand, like to spend my Labor Day doing absolutely nothing except for the things I want to do. Reading, Writing, Sleeping, Eating, and Netflixing. I don’t want to visit anyone and I don’t want any visitors coming to me. Hearing the Huz-Band yell at the television about the College Football game that’s on and the pups playing is all the noise I need. Not to be disrespectful to anyone, but I prefer to be at home cuddled in my pajamas while living my life like its Golden. This Laborer still has to go to work the next day and I want to feel rested. Maybe I’ll re-watch Game of Thrones and pretend the travesty that was Season 8 didn’t happen.
Thank you for reading. Please comment below and tell me how you’ll be spending September 2 or for my international readers tell me how you spent September 2?
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If there was one thing I have always known is that my dad loves me. I was always able to trust him even at times that I should have been afraid. This is a picture of how God the Father wants to be with us. In every situation, he wants us to feel safe with Him.
A Divine Perspective 14: Safe In His Arms
If there was one thing I have always known is that my dad loves me. I was always able to trust him even at times that I should have been afraid. I used to love jumping from high places, into his arms because if he said he was going to catch me I believed he would. I never doubted that he wouldn’t catch me. I felt safe in his arms. I was confident that my daddy wouldn’t ever do anything to harm me or bring harm my way.
Whenever I fell out of a tree or off a slide, he would pick me up and hold me. As gently as he could, he wiped the grass and dirt off my face and clothing. This was his way of comforting me and it worked. I was accepting of this love because I knew that’s exactly what it was. He would speak in a sweet voice telling me “It’s okay, it’s okay”. Continuing with “baby, baby, baby” as he tried to assess the damage. He would then ask me if I was ready to go, and look with happy surprise when I would say, “No”. Shocked that I wanted to re-climb from where I had just fallen, but proud that I wasn’t giving in to fear. During this second chance, he would remind me to be careful and watch me as I succeeded on this second round. He would then capture the moment with a photo.
This is a picture of how God the Father wants to be with us. He’s always there for us when we fall. He wants to wipe away our tears and smile when we learn lessons from life’s many tests. He wants to bring us comfort in the times we need His gentle touch. When you are in a place that seems like there’s nothing else to do but jump, Can You Trust God to Be There with His Arms Wide Open? Just as I felt safe in the arms of my father, Our Heavenly Father wants us to feel Safe in His Arms.
The only way you will know God desires this for you, is by getting to know his heart and his love for you. To do this find a church that will encourage you to build a relationship with God for yourself. Get to know him by praying and reading The Bible. Your prayers don’t have to be formal, just speak to Him often about whatever is on your heart. The more you do this, the more you will begin to recognize His voice. You will hear it as He comforts you and discourages you from making unwise choices. Whether it’s your second, third, or eighth time. When you finally get to that high ledge, you will know then that you are free to feel Safe in His Arms.
Thank you for reading. Please comment and tell me about the situations in your life when you felt Safe in God’s Arms.
Read my previous Soul Food Sunday Article: Soul Food Sundays 13—Year of Me: It’s Not Too Late