Yesterday the boy graduated from high school. Congratulations to him! Congratulations to us for supporting his efforts throughout his school career let alone, his high school season. It was fitting that it ended on a Thursday. Just like it all started on a Thursday. Our time together, just him and me, in the midst of our family. Our one on one time—Thursday morning at the Waffle House for breakfast.
It started in elementary school. Me vying for my place in his world. He always wanted to be with his Pop. He only allowed me to grace his thoughts when he needed something or when I had to discipline him, which was often and never fun. He was relentless Pop used to say and laugh. It was trying for me I wanted to be the fun parent. The one you wanted to be with when you were having the time of your life. No I was the one who took care of his needs. So me and the boy started sneaking out for waffles on Thursday mornings. Just a little thing I did to let him know he was doing a good job at school. That he was getting his assignments turned in on time. Believe me that was a struggle all the way to the end. But most importantly, the outing was a time to get to know him and express my love for him and let him know how much he was loved by his family.
Years went by with me feeling like I was the enemy. Pushing him forward, pulling him gently through the dark days. Yelling screaming and crying sometimes when he didn’t think things were important. He always did his work but turning it in was a different issue. When Pop passed he lost his best friend. Not a void I could fill. All I had was Waffle House Thursday. Now I also included with the syrup, how proud Pop would be of the work he was doing.
Now here we are on Graduation Day. A COVID-19 social distancing ceremony which was phenomenal and nothing like anything I have ever seen. Picture this. It was at a drive-in movie. The individual graduates on the big screen for their 15 seconds of fame. Their big debut for the next chapter released into the universe. Their thought provoking speeches, their smiles as they crossed the screen as cars honked their horns in congratulations, their big day not forsaken.
I watched the boy walk across the stage in his “big man stroll”. Face masked in an effort to be socially responsible and I realized I was a part of that. We all did our part to bring him to this moment.
After the ceremony he was so proud of himself. Just him and me talking about the ceremony and him relaying how much he enjoyed his graduation. Then out of the blue he asked, “Mom, can you make me some waffles?”
So I say, it was fitting that it ended on a Thursday, the same day of the week it all began. It was fitting the day ended with him and me eating waffles even though the Waffle House is closed for quarantine. It was fitting that I was given the assurance that me fighting for my time with him made a difference in his life. It is fitting it ended just me and him in the midst of all our family dynamics.
Wonderers, please keep praying for him and all the graduates of the Class of 2020.
Yesterday I was out riding around on an essential nonessential trip. You know, post office; recycling center (because we don’t have city pickup where I live); and hey while I was out, a run for Chinese food. When I looked around the only masked person was me. It felt like I was in a foreign land. There were hardly no cars on the road. I could see signs posted that businesses were closed or only the drive thru was open. I was oblivious to my current situation until I thought to myself, “Don’t tell anybody you went out the house.”
That is when reality hit and jolted me back to my senses. It appears that even when you are living on the right side of right you are really on the wrong side of wrong. I was doing a good thing going to the post office but what about the person who has to deliver the mail or if I were to get sick. It is all of our responsibility to look after as many people as we can wherever we are and in the scheme of things it wasn’t worth it. And what kind of example was I making for the children. I’m constantly talking about obeying the rules when I was the one out breaking them. And too think I had spent most of the day watching MSNBC and listening to the heart wrenching testimonies of families effected by this pandemic. My heart goes out to them all. We all will bare witness to what is happening here and it was hard admitting to my child that I went to the post office. I tried to avoid the conversation but she knows me too well and became hysterical. It was not worth it.
So today I stayed in. For all of you who have essential jobs, thank you for all you do today. I am praying for you. For those who can stay home, be grateful and help where you can. Prayers go along way. Pray without ceasing that this too shall pass. Pray for God to heal our lands.
It has been awhile since you heard from me but there is a need for everyone to document what is happening in the world today. It does not matter if you are a writer, artist, songwriter or novice of some sort. There is no age requirement either. Just document what you see, hear, or think is important in your own way.
Today I chose to express my thoughts in a quilt top. I will try to explain it to you in hopes you will get a better understanding of my thought process.
The top part represents healthy people in the world. The bright colors and patterns are to express all of our social activities.
The green spacing is our world – earth. Notice the spacing between each area. It represents the social distancing.
The next blocks of faded color represent even though social distances was enacted people still got sick. Maybe because the proper medical supplies were not here, 😷 or maybe because we could not stop socializing like we were asked to do.
The one block with the ink pen represents the President of the United States had the authority to order whatever was necessary to help stop the spread.
The grey area with the dots represents the many opportunities that was lost in our ability to slow down the viral curve. We all are responsible in some way.
The black and white flowers which are mostly upside down represents death. Thank you to the many people who sacrificed their lives in helping to stop the virus. In whatever capacity, may you always be remembered with gratitude. Rest In Peace.
The monkeys on the bars represent the few representatives of the people that delayed the response to the virus but also are trying to help in the recovery of the nation. It is a testament of how difficult it is to do the right thing sometimes.
How will you document what is happening in the world today?
Please do not judge my response to our current predicament. It is just me trying to make sense of it all. Whether I am right or wrong does not matter. The only thing that does matter is “In God we trust.”
As always thanks for perusing and have a wonderful day.
This morning in a peaceful place on the patio of the Hilton my thoughts are on heaven. Today starts the women’s conference Women Doing It His Way that I have been blessed to attend. I’m excited to see and hear from the women that are coming to share the knowledge of God and expand our community of believers. The expectancy increases for the start of the conference tonight but in this very moment I am content sitting here with Max resting in spirit and in truth that God is good and he provides our every need. Listening to the birdsongs is a reminder if he takes care of the birds surely he will take care of us.
I pray you have a blessed day children of God.
“And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.””
Imagine how many times you have come back to your life and your life is not going well for you but you know how much you have been blessed with your family and your time. Thank Jesus Christ for always blessing your day and your life. You can do it for you are more than a conqueror. You have Christ in you and that makes you a winner. Keep praising Him!
This message is for everyone but especially the women of this world. Do you know your worth? You are worth far more than being in the wrong relationship. Worth far more than being a side chick. Worth far more than being hidden from the light,
I question do you know because of what I see going on around me. I am not questioning your intentions so I am not going to put out any scenarios. I can only tell you about my own personal experiences and hope it gives you some guidelines to starting a relationship.
1. You are worth the love you desire. Don’t settle for anything less than what you want. God knows the desires of your heart and will send the right person at the right time. You do not have to run him down.
2. Wait for the godly man that will respect you in all manners. He will be willing to meet your family and friends. He will be with you in public. He will not keep you a secret. He will want the world to know God blessed him with a treasure.
3. He will be considerate of your every need. He may not be able to accommodate all of them but he will sit and listen and help you come to s solution.
These are three things I know to be true in going into a relationship but there is more you need to know.
1. Trust God he set the standard for relationships. Thou shall not covet. Ladies there are men that are troubled with their own sinful nature. You should know you are above entering into the middle of all that. Pray over the situation if God be for you who could be against you. If he doesn’t clear the situation he was not to be yours. God is not the author of chaos, he works for the good of those you love the Lord and according to his purpose. What God has for you is for you.
2. Wait on the Lord anyway. He will open doors no man can shut and put aside what you think should be the plan. He has a better plan.
3. Pray, pray and pray that he will lead you and guide you to the right person.
These are the guidelines I want my girls to know. When the right man comes along you will know it in your spirit. Regardless of his looks, prestige, fame or whatever you think you see in him. God sees all of him every hidden nature. You just need to be still and know God will never leave your side. Be still and listen to the Spirit he will tell you if he is the one.
Thank you for perusing and have a wonderful morning.
Shortly after my husband passed I read an article where the author suggested grief comes in waves. I don’t remember who wrote it I just remember how I felt at that time and I couldn’t relate to it. Now I see the ocean in front of me and I’m standing on the other side for now.
Sometimes the waves come and slowly entices you to come in. Innocently you play in it letting it surround you while you take a deep breath and let it wash over you. Other times it knocks you down and drags you into the deep murky waters. You can’t catch your breath and you struggle for air while the currents take you deeper into despair leaving you isolated from anything you know good. While you are submerged thoughts of anguish take over you. Fear, anxiety, and depression take a hold of you. The water tells you lies about your life, about your dreams, about the people you love and especially about the person you grieve.
And then there are the times when you are submerged deep enough for thoughts to take you in but not deep enough for terror to take you over. That is mostly the times when other people question your integrity because they see you in the water comfortable in your own skin. What they don’t know is at that time you are in denial of your reality. For me, it’s several different scenarios all leading to the same conclusion. He is not dead. He is off at war fighting for his family and will return soon. He is somewhere undercover so his family will be protected while he fights for his innocent and someday will return. My favorite, he is a MI6 agent and when the plot to destroy the world is done, he will come home. He will come home. He will come home again and your family will be restored. It has all been a bad dream.
The waves keep rolling and rolling but fortunately I have a Savior who keeps pushing me back to shore. He rescues me and gives me breath and brings me back to life. He comforts me like no one else can. He restores me and gives me hope. He lets me know there is no condemnation in choosing life. It is what he expects of me. He expects me to live out the purpose he planned for me. It does not mean that I am not in pain. It means that my Father loves me not to leaving me floating face down in the water. He stands me up on the sands of the shore and walks me through the valley. He removes all the mountains in my way and returns me to the path home to my family. My purpose and his plan.
So when I say I’m standing on the other side of grief for now I say it with confidence because I serve a God that will never leave me nor forsake me. The waves may come but the Spirit is with me and he will not let me drown. Jesus will rescue me and bring me back to the shore. I hope you know it too. We are his children and he loves us more than we can ever know. Whatever your situation he can bring us through the waters and he can move mountains!
Isaiah 43:2 NLT “When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.”
How awesome is this! I am standing on his promises.
The creative circle was endowed with love yesterday for Valentine’s Day. ❣️The children surprised me last night with a beautiful pink metallic vase and a boutique of red and pink roses. Thank you children for loving your mom so much. Before my son came into the house I want you to know where my thoughts were. I was good❣️I had helped a neighbor earlier. I had read about the significance of Ash Wednesday. Earlier still I escorted my daughter to a doctor’s appointment because she now has better options for health insurance and we established her with a physician and I went to art guild. I spoke with people at the doctor’s office at the supermarket and everywhere I needed to be to touch a life and to be touched. My cup was full. It’s already getting better. God is moving on my behalf. At school, the smile on the baby girl’s face as she explained all of the day’s events and how she couldn’t wait to get home to share her valentine loot with the family moved me. She is a shining light.
I had just finished putting the pinwheels up in the form of the diagram I had drew for them. I was feeling loved and I turned on the televisions and heard news of another school shooting and I started to pray for the families involved. I started praying for the world and in walks my son with flowers enlightening my heart so I had even more love to give.
I cut our visit short to go to bible study. We are studying The Beatitudes in Matthew 5. In Matthew one of my favorite passages reads “Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matt. 5:16. The question asked at class: Are we shining our light? For some Yesterday was about giving and receiving small tokens of love. That is good but I pray that deep within your spirit you received something greater, the unfailing love of Jesus Christ and your light shines for all to see. The families in Florida need your light. The world needs your light. Please continue to pray for us all.
Thank you for perusing and God be with you all tonight.