First Class or Nah? I'm Just Sayin!

Don't look for others to build you up when you constantly tearing people apart.  When you stop pushing maybe others will stop pulling away.  I'm Just Saying!

Who said you can have that married person?  What God joined together let no man put asunder!  That means keep your desperate wanna be housewife in the projects until that married person is legally available.  You are like roaches, unwanted bug sneaking around for crumbs.  I'm Just Sayin!

Everyone wants to be a model but not everyone has the look to be one.  One must know the moves, the atmosphere you're trying to develop, the camera, and where the lighting is.  Taking pictures in your bathroom or a filthy room doesn't required a contract but it does cry for a housekeeper to clean up after a thot!  Ma'am please sit on down and read a book perhaps a book that will guide you on cleaning.  I'm Just Sayin!

Which leads me to the this........I'm sick of looking a but shots.  Put your clothes on!  Nothing is for the imagination these days.  If you spend as much time as you do taking body shots you might just catch you a husband.  Showing your a%& will attract and a%&.  I'm Just Sayin!

Final thoughts:
Learn to love yourself enough to know what your value and self worth is.  If you don't know how can a man know.  You teach a person how to treat you.  Treat yourself first class and you'll attract a first class man.  I'm Just sayin!

Sincerely,
 

America and Mental Illness

Normally I don't blog about the latest and greatest news I see on television or in the newspaper, however I felt the urge to write about yesterday's event (October 3. 2013) concerning the Capital White House killing of 34 year old Miriam Carey.

I find it ironic that a woman who was clearly not in her right mind would endanger herself or daughter, at the very place of people who is in power that refuse to treat or help those with mental illness.  Before you say there is help available, clearly its not.  I can honestly tell you that where I live they have closed down the hospitals, centers and therapy places needed for all who is living with some type of mental illness.  Many of them can't afford private therapy so they are left to wander the streets where business owners will most likely call the cops because they simply don't want to be bother.  Many of them end up in jail as a solution to help them.  How does it help?  Our very own children are suffereing with mental some sort of mental illness and we think the solution is more drugs for them to take but yet we don't want to admit or recognize that a problem is brewing.  No wants to be label "crazy" or "loco" so we just brush mental illness aside in hopes that no one will ever know.  I have heard so many people down play that postpartum depression is related to having a baby and that the mother is only tired from giving birth.  Miriam Carey had a history of postpartum depression and at one time, according to her mother had been hospitalized in the past. 

What made Miriam do it?  I don't know but I can say that we ask Americans have gotten our priorities wrong.  Why do we worry about other countries when we have a war here at home?  There are people who are on drugs my mind can't even phantom and our government knows about it and does nothing.  We fight other battles very well but lose the war at home every time the media reports another school shooting, or drug bust pr someone like Miriam making the news.  

Miriam had a promising career and seemed to have lived a luxury life (nice car, condo and job) but inside she seemed so broken and shattered.  Why would make such a drastic decision with her daughter in the car.  Make no mistake about it, I am not condoning her actions because she made a bad decision while jeopardizing her daughter's life.  The cops shooting at her with her child in the car is clearly wrong in every way.  I don't care how you spin it, they should not have fired their weapons.  They could have tried flattening her tires and more barricades or something. Americans are so quick to fire a gun.  Look around you at the number of school shootings http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_school_shootings_in_the_United_States!  Very alarming!  This isn't about gun control in this blog post however, I will say that America is nuts about their weapons and a person with mental illness and a gun is one to watch out for.  I'm just saying!

We need to see the big picture people.  Things as we knew it are no more.  People are turning against people.  Police are quick to shoot their firearm.  Hate is alive and it is demonstrated right in front of us......Congress vs the President.  All I know is that NO ONE is safe, including our children!  

It's sad that this young woman had to die and have this attach to her name.  What will her daughter think and feel as she grows into being a teenager and she learns how to Google her mom's name on the internet?  What about the peer pressure she will face and the long list of "what if's" to follow?  Whatever good her mother Miriam had will be a distant memory to the world who knew of her only yesterday.  Her family and friends will have to remember this tragedy, especially her daughter.  This child will need therapy to deal with the images of the last time she spent with her mom on that dreadful day.  Can you imagine putting your child in the middle of a horrific scene that seems to be made only for television and not real life?  Can you imagine being killed right in front of your child?  I can't.  What legacy are we leaving behind for our families and love ones?  My heart aches for this child and yours should too!  Regardless of what her mother actions were this child is innocent.  Find it in your heart to pray for those suffering with any type of mental illness.  May God keep this baby in his arms as she now grows up motherless. 

Sincerely,

  

Disclaimer:  This is the opinion of the writer.  The topics are not designed to hurt, bring pain but to deliver another way of thinking and opinions that is designed to help build a person up.  Keep in my mind that I write what I experience from my culture!  If you find that my writings offend you, this isn't the blog for you.  Keep it moving by clicking the mouse !  I'm Just Saying!

The Clock is Ticking......

Hillary Clinton died and went to Heaven. St. Peter was giving her a tour of Heaven when she noticed that there were dozens of clocks on the wall. Each clock displayed a different time of day.

When she asked St. Peter about the clocks, he replied, ''We have a clock for each person on earth and every time they tell a lie the hands move. The clock ticks off one second each time a lie is told.'' Special attention was given to two clocks. The clock belonging to Mother Teresa has never moved, indicating that she never told a lie. The clock for Abraham Lincoln has only moved twice. He only told two lies in his life. Hillary asked ''Where is Bill's clock?''

St. Peter replied, ''Jesus has it in his office... he's using it as a ceiling fan.'''

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What is your clock saying about you?  



Sincerely,

 

In His Sandals

 Poem I love and wanted to share.  Thanks Louis Gander who wrote it!!!  Enjoy!

In His Sandals
 
I cannot serve two masters. I serve, but only one,
for if I love some sinfulness, I hate God's only Son.
Could I walk in His sandals? Do I really understand?
Of what would it encompass? Of what would it demand?

Could I put up with some abuse, and could I humbly be,
a whipping board of insults, for all to scoff at me?
Could I withstand a whipping? Tell me, would I know,
the pain down in my open wounds, torn flesh from every blow?

Could I, but bear the privilege - to be a king renowned,
my face stained in bloody streaks from such a thorny crown?
Would I know the cost of love, and God's most precious grace,
or would I simply think of me, and hate the human race?

Could I endure the anguish, as ropes bind hands and feet,
knotted up so tightly that - I'd give in to defeat?
There on my back, could I stare at - a spike set on my skin,
then watch them take a heavy stone, and slam it deep within?

Oh, I'd know what's coming next - I'd clench my other fist.
Could I endure another nail - or would I just resist?
When tortured even further, could pain be so complete,
when to the cross I'm nailed with - another through my feet?

Slowly ropes raise cross and I. The base slides in the hole.
Then in ghastly, horrid pain, would that jerk shake my soul?
And there I'd hang, alone up high - for all to mock and hate.
Could I endure the anguish then? Can I, to that relate?

Could I survive for hours, in pain and endless shame?
Would I ask Gods forgiveness - for those that I could blame?
Could I die for ALL the world - their sinful sacrifice -
and know that few would love me? Would that, for me, suffice?

Would my final miracle call for a heavenly host?
Or would I yield to Father's will and then give up the ghost?
Hate and anger would not end - the sword would pierce my side....
Oh, would I slip away and hide? Which way would I decide?

His sandals are too large to fill. His time, so long ago,
and Heaven - much too far away, while I'm down here below.
But could I wear His sandals - if I was called upon,
and are my trials greater that - I'd gladly put His on?

He demands my little faith. He holds no speck of wrath,
when He's a lamp unto my feet - a light unto my path.
Yes, I wear His sandals - for I've been called upon,
and faithful every morning I - slip them boldly on.

This poem may explain it - but who truly understands?
For every sin that we commit puts nails through Jesus' hands....
We cannot serve two masters. We serve, but only one.
We have to hate all sinfulness, to love God's only Son.

~Louis Gander
 

 Sincerely,

Big Rocks

This story is dear to me.  It was emailed to me and I found it very helpful especially since the big rocks in my life has not fit in my jar.  Worrying about the small stuff is unnecessary, and not called for.  So, I will do better in my thinking to keep it from stinking.  Enjoy and be blessed from the story!!!

The Big Rocks
One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students. To drive home a point, he used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high powered overachievers he said, "Okay, it is time for a quiz." Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed Mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?"

Everyone in the class said, "Yes." The management expert asked, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?" By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. "Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?" No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim.

At this point he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?"

One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!"

"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all."

What are the 'big rocks' in your life? GOD. Your children; Your loved ones; Your education; Your dreams; A worthy cause; Teaching or mentoring others; Doing things that you love; Time or yourself; Your health; Your significant other. Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you'll never get them in at all. If you sweat the little stuff (the gravel, the sand) then you'll fill your life with little things you worry about that don't really matter, and you'll never have the real quality time you need to spend on the big, important stuff (the big rocks).

So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the 'big rocks' in my life?

Start with God... and put that rock in the jar first.
 


Sincerely,

Are We Too Busy?

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Are We Too Busy?
I would like think that I always time for God but that would be a lie.  I am always doing something and I don't always stop and give God my time, the time he deserves.  Even when I am in this church all week I walk into sanctuary and pray all the way to the other end.  I don't stop and reflect on His goodness like I use to.  Nothing is more important than paying dues where they are owed.  I owe God!  It's just that simple.  So......I vow to begin my devoted behavior in prayer right now.  So until we meet again, here is poem written by Leona Miller.  Enjoy!  P.S.  Go pray and give your time to God!  I'm Just Saying!

Are We Too Busy? 
Another beautiful sunrise is shining,
And casts sparkles among the trees,
The sun rises higher each moment,
Have we taken time, upon our knees?

Do we hurry through, with God, in Prayer....
So we can rush about, this day?
Do we take time....for others, to care?
Or, are we "too busy"....to even Pray?

The way of Life goes so much better,
If we spend time with our Father,
Remember Jesus...and ask for Guidance,
And always Praying, daily, for one another.

How quickly the day comes to an end,
And the sun sinks...in the Western sky,
God Loves us...and walks with us,
And He will be with us...when we die.

~Leona I. Miller


Sincerely,

I Refuse.....

Life has a way of kicking us down.  It's up to us to allow it or we can do refuse to give up.  I was looking over my email when I say this poem "I refuse."  It was right on time for me.  Today has been such a trying morning, after all my weekend was filled with aches and pain.  I want to share this and I pray that your spirit is touched and filled with the promises of God.  I did not write it and I am not sure who did.  Feel free to leave me a message, I check daily.  :-)

I Refuse!
I refuse to be discouraged, To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted, and here's the reason why:
I have a God who's mighty, Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me, and I am on His team.
He is all-wise and powerful. Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable, My God remains the same.
My God knows all that's happening; Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort; He is my dearest Friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me, To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God; Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten to rob me of my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast, Where all my strivings cease.
When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms, He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me. My life is in His hand.
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope. It's in His strength I stand.
I refuse to be defeated. My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me, As through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances, To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God I'm resting in His love.
I give God thanks in everything. My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory mine; He'll help me win the race.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!!!!



Sincerely,