Day 34: The Battle


It is the ultimate internal battle.
To speak or not to speak.
To react or not to react.
To attack or not to attack.
To respond or not to respond.

It’s the battle spiritually and mentally successful people win most days.

The battle of inner determination.
The battle of prescriptive blinders.

Performers understand the battle well.

Regardless of the crowd’s response,
the show must go on.

In spite, of the sideline antics, you still have a purpose to accomplish.

Dogs will bark.
But a bark isn’t a bite.
So why disrupt your flight?
Trust and know everything will be alright.

If the barking dog isn’t your dog, keep on moving and let the owner answer the call.

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Day 315: Speechless


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Speechless

Very rarely does a situation, a person, a place, or thing leave me speechless. Tonight, I am speechless. I am speechless, not because I have nothing to say, but because I am not sure what I have to say should be spoken. But, I am most definitely speechless.

Did we not experience the same thing?

Did we not speak similar declarations?

Did we not live it out?

Did time erase it all from your memory?

Did the world turn over on its head this beautiful and glorious Veteran’s Day?

I know what my other side thinks, feels, and wants so desperately to reveal.

Yet, I remain speechless.

I managed one clarifying question, for which I knew the answer.

Yep, I am totally, absolutely, and dumbfounded-ly speechless.

Yes, speechless is what I am.

I am also grateful for the opportunity to be speechless and not personally affected by the events leading up to my speechlessness.

Maybe I am shocked.

Shocked might also work for what I am feeling right now.

Yet, if I were shocked, then wouldn’t it also be unexpected?

And, this is so totally expected.

Maybe I am not shocked, but perplexed.

Let’s just stick with speechless for now.

Only time, evaluation, and reflection will answer the burning question of the moment.

Just so you know, I have truly been left speechless.

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Reflection: What I Seek, I Will Have


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A reflection moment:

We receive what we ask for.

Our asking could be direct. Our asking could be indirect. Our asking could be subliminal. Our asking could be verbal. Our asking could be nonverbal. The reward is in the asking. The secret is in the unspoken request. The gift is received when patience outweighs and outlasts conventional expectations.

Case in point, the picture accompanying this post depicts a set of beads from Ruth Chris’ Steakhouse. Those familiar with the longstanding tradition of beads exchanges realize and recognize beads are only exchanged according to quid pro quo methodology. Most often the quid pro quo involves the receiver offering the giver a flash of flesh of the personal and private areas. In fact, the bigger the beads or collection of beads, the greater the expectation is for a peep show.

Earlier tonight while out with co-workers, I had an opportunity to break expectations, traditions, and the status quo. As humans, we are conditioned to ride the white line of someone else’s expectations forgetting we dictate what happens to us. Enjoying my evening out with the girls, Tracey and James arrived at the bar. Each donned the Ruth Chris Steakhouse beads shown above around their necks. I immediately took an interest in the beads. They were unique and I like unique things. While we engaged each other I could not stop admiring the beads. The more I looked, the more I wanted the beads. The more I wanted the beads, the more the wheels started turning.

I engaged James further. James appeared to be agreeing to part with his beads. I stated I would cross the bar to relieve him of his intriguing beads. In support of my statement, I crossed the bar as promised. James elicited input from Monica another person at the bar for information and validation of payment required to transfer his beads into my possession. Monica wanted no part of it and to be quite honest neither did I, but I did want the beads.

Out of nowhere, Tracey turned around and placed his beads around my neck. No payment required. No expectation for something I was unwilling to provide. No piece of flesh or flash of skin. There was nothing, but a willingness to deliver to me what I had crossed the bar to receive from someone other than the intended giver.

Take from this what you want or what you need.

What I take and hold on to is – the mind when properly charted is strong enough to bend tradition and conventional wisdom into rewriting expectations based on ones resolve to uphold their personal truths.

Thanks for the beads Tracey. And, thanks for the reminder that I never have to be anyone, except myself and what I seek, I will have!

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Poof: Welcome to Adulthood – Daily Prompt


 

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When Childhood Ends

Daily Prompt: Your assignment, if you choose to accept it is – write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).

It began like any other morning. Wake up. Look over at the bed next to me. Is my sister there? No…yes…maybe? I don’t remember. These mornings used to start off livelier. But, all that has changed now.  Not sure if it was the first stroke or the second or third heartache scare, but life around here is definitely different now.

Just a year ago, I was so excited about graduating from high school. Everyone was there. People I didn’t expect to make it came. People I had not seen in ten years…came. Yes, life was much livelier a year ago. My biggest concern was figuring out how to tell my parents their baby girl was moving out. Then it all changed. Life postponed. Decision diverted.

Fast Forward. Ring. Ring. Ring. “Who could be calling this early in the morning?” “Hello”, I say into the old corded phone. “Yes, hello, is Mrs. Nicholas there?” the monotone and emotionless voice asks. “No, she isn’t. She on the way to see my father”, I say into the receiver half sleep. You thought there might have been a pause. There wasn’t. “Mr. Nicholas suffered another heartache or stroke this morning…” the voice begins to speak. And, I lose track of what she is saying now. My thoughts go to my unsuspecting mother. There are no cell phones to available to call her. We just started purchasing pagers. What do I say? What do I do? I look at the receiver. The detached voice is still speaking. “I don’t know where she is.”, I say. “She may be at my grandmother”, I force out my dry and crackling throat. The call ends.

My heart is racing. My mind is spinning. I pick up the phone. “Hello Granny? Is mom there?” I manage to speak into the receiver. “Yes, they were just getting ready to head to the hospital”, my granny says. “Can I talk to her for a minute?” I ask. “The hospital just called I began through a teary chest. He died this morning.” I say. I hear the confusion first and then the determination, “What?” my mother says. “Let me go. I’ve got to get to the hospital”, she says.

I stare at the brutal source of my new adulthood. Yes, life used to be livelier I think. I place the phone back on its base. So this is how my childhood dies. I can’t think. I don’t feel like talking. So I write. Your words still ring in my ear dad twenty years later, c’est la vie.

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Daily Writing Prompt – Home Turf: What 5 Things Makes My Home – Home?


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Daily Writing Prompt: Home Turf

What 5 Things Makes My Home – Home?

1.) My artwork

My artwork is a collection of pieces purchased, given, and traded for in exchange for my own created pieces (back when I used to paint). The purchased pieces represent a piece of my mind, my heart was attempting to express by the visual, my eyes did see. The given pieces are representations of what friends and family members believed would speak to me based on my current collection. The traded pieces are a sweet exchange of creativity from one artist to another. I gave of myself and the recipient/giver did the same.

2.) My Blu-ray & HD DVDs collections

They allude adventure, love, action, and passion. And, they remind me even in battle there are remnants left of the losing team. Sony and Microsoft fought a good fight. Sony won the war, but Microsoft’s contribution to the hi-definition movie industry will always exist as Blu-ray and HD DVDs sit side-by-side on my entertainment self.

3.) My writing desk

As a writer, my writing desk represents stories untold, characters underdevelopment in the right brain, and cognitive intuition of plots underdevelopment in the left brain. My writing desk makes rediscovering home an adventure as I release the electromagnetic energies of the temporal lobe across my screen each time I write a new piece. My writing desk speaks to me and says, “release the rainbow”, “release the ideal”, “release the concept”, “release the dream”, “release the vision”, and I will be your foundation that carries you home.

4.) Peace

There is an undeniable aura of peace when you cross the threshold of my home. The outside world drifts away the further you venture inside. It welcomes you in and washes over you with each breath you take.

5.) Tranquility

I have watched guest gravity into a spot and literally cascade away negative thoughts and emotions. The atmosphere whispers to all inhabitants, “take me away”. So we laugh, we drink, we eat, we are merry, and we forget about the things in the rearview mirror as we focus on the things alongside the road ahead.

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Day 227: Reflection – The One Year Anniversary of My Would Be Death!


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I have not written in some time. I have wanted to, but could not find the inspiration. I woke up this morning to a revelation. I almost died last year on this day. I recalled the moment I felt myself falling to the floor in the bathroom stall at work. I recalled the first time, I ever felt real fear. I recalled the first time in my life, I was truly afraid. I was unable to think. I was unable to process. I was in, complete and total pain. I awoke on the bathroom stall.

Throughout this day, it has been on the forefront of my mind. Throughout the day, I have thought of little else. Throughout the day, I have remembered how God saved me. Throughout the day, I have thought about how I shared so little about the experience or the experiences since the post that follows, which is an excerpt from my book I wrote in 2010.

I would like to say, it was eye opening. I would like to say, it was something I never expected. I would like to say, so much. But, there is so much that has transpired that mere words would not fully do it justice.

Yet, I feel better than I ever have. I feel like myself again. I feel alive. I feel hopeful. I feel free. I feel grateful. I released so much negativity today that had been strangling me for so long. I opened up and let the truth speak for itself. I held no punches. I held nothing in reserve. I simply told the truth.

I wrote about a journey, and God saw fit to not only deliver it, but see me through it.

In one-week’s time, I will be in my own place for the first time in fifteen years. I am excited.

I have been through the wringer. Yet, I do not look like what came at me. I do not look like what I lived with. I do not look like what I had hanging on my back or around my next. I look good. I feel good. And, by the grace of God, I am good!

And, ready for the next segment of my journey. I am completely and totally free from the tainted yoke and spirit that has hung around my very being for the last fifteen years.

Journeys

August 15, 2010

Many Journeys begin without even a clue of possibility or awareness a journey has even begun.  People wake up one day and walk out into the world to see two diverting paths.    It is your journey.

Down one path is a light of spectrum hope and renewal of life.  It appears to contain a sense of peace.  It appears to recognize the truth in life of this moment.  It appears to treat the journeymen as a welcomed addition.  It appears.    It is your journey.

Down the other path is a dark gloomy cloud road of silence.  It beckons the quite morning air.  It is a place where most look for God and find themselves.  It is a place opposite of what is expected when things are least expected.  It is, because he is, and we are who he called us to be.  It is your journey.

It is a journey of love, hope, joy, despair, prosperity, and much more than anyone one person could truly comprehend or undertake without a guiding force.  It is a journey meant to build character.  It is a journey meant to strengthen your mind.  It is a journey meant to fortify your body.  It is a journey meant to bring you into your destiny and out of your past.  It is a journey of where your dreams are realized and your hopes are fulfilled.  It is your journey.

In life we go through many journeys.  Some of them are pleasant.  Some of them of joyous until the bottom drops, the roof caves in, and the wall come tumbling down.  It is a life full of mystery and a heart full of missed chances and second time romances.  It is a place of peace in the midst of a storm and the place of joy in the day of celebration.  It is a journey you pray ends understanding the next one is set to begin.    It is your journey.

My life has been filled with many journeys.  Some have brought joy.  Many have held pain.  A few have been a part of you, a few a part of me, and a few a part of Dawn.  Yet, in them all I am what I could have never been without being tossed into the sea, so I could learn how to swim.  It is said only the strong survive.  I wonder if they understood this truth:

My strength is defined by my character.

My strength is recognized in my walk.

My strength is confirmed by my actions.

My strength is solidified by my beliefs.

My strength is renewed in each victory.

My strength is displayed in my features.

My strength is controlled by the Creator.

My strength is acknowledged by what you see and not what you hear.

My strength is me and it is a part of you, because each person we touch can either add too or subtract from what we are.  It is your journey.

Be careful in who you allow into your life.  In my journey I realized one thing that carries me through each day.  True strengthen comes from those closes to you who remain with you in spite of what they see or what they hear.  They become a part of your journey.  They become a part of you.  They become a part of me.  They become, because you are within me.  Yet, how do we define what is you and what is me.    It is your journey.

I stopped trusting in this last journey for a spell.  I stopped listening to outside influences for a time.  I stopped acknowledging misspoken truths and half spoken lies.  I listened with my heart.  I listened with my Spirit.  I listened with my mind.  I listened to the beat of the drum in my body and the sensation in my tongue.  I listened to anything, but everything.  I listened to who I wanted to be instead of who they stated I was not to become.  I simply listened.  He heard.  She responded.  They came through.  Who came out is still a work in progress, but I am enjoying the work and the steady growth coming through with it in each passing day.    It is your journey.

I have gone through life without a care.  I have learned to recognize why this matters and why you should care.  At every step you take a new person comes into your life.  They bring with them their own set of issues.  They bring with them their own set of historical challenges in life.  They either deposit something with you or take away from you.  Sometimes they do both.  It is your journey, but most are never taken alone.

This is my life.  I await my future.  I have brief thoughts of my past, but greater hope in my present, because my future holds the key to who God has prepared me, to be in spite of who I appeared as before.  I am his child, but I am also his fruit.  It is my journey, but I share the road if you are able to help carry the load.  It becomes our journey.

So riddle me this…if you began a journey alone and you find a team along the way, would you keep the fruit or keep the lessons.  I choose to keep who I am and what I learned from within by becoming close to my heart of who we are and who we should all be in you. It has become our journey, you, me, and us.

EYHCS

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Day 95 – A Personal Test of Faith


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Prayer is a powerful vehicle for restoration, for thanksgiving, for healing, for dreams, for visions; but, what happens when all you do is pray, but lack the belief to believe all your prayers have already been answered?

EYHCS

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Day 94 – Do You Believe the Words Flowing from Your Mouth?


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If you looked into your heart, could you honestly say, you believe the words flowing from your mouth?

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Day 94 – A Doubting Thomas Situation


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There are situations in life that will cause you to doubt who you are and whose you are. Especially, if you lack the foundation to understand those situations are created for those who lack the the very foundation you were given before your birth.

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Day 72: The Tale of a Vacuum-less Pulpit


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I purchased a high powered vacuum cleaner about a year and a half ago.

The description promised no-loss of suction for the life of the vacuum cleaner.

The description foretold of a vacuum cleaner able to withstand even the dirtiest of carpets.

The description declared the suction would trap all grim, dirt, and particles trapped in my carpet.

I recall at the time going over the description several times, because I had received the same promise from other vacuum cleaners in the past and been sadly disappointment with the outcome.

I must have spent almost an hour looking and comparing the various vacuum cleaners on display.

I left the aisle, I returned to the aisle, I left the aisle, I returned to the aisle, and I left the aisle again.

Finally, I returned to the aisle and settled on a high powered vacuum cleaner with the promise of no-loss of suction.

It lasted a week.

I cleared the clogged-up hose.

It lasted maybe two weeks.

Then one day the suction stopped all together.

I would go over the carpet multiple times, only to see the same strands of hair, dirt, and grim settling in my carpet.

One day so frustrated with the lackluster results of the vacuum cleaner, I broke out my trusted tool set.

I took the vacuum apart all the way down to the motor.

I cleaned every crevice I could reach on the vacuum cleaner.

I put the vacuum cleaner back together.

The suction returned, but not at the vacuum cleaner’s original level.

I suffered with this vacuum cleaner for almost a year and a half.

I would take it apart, pull out my trusted wire hanger, and complete the process over and over again.

It would work for a while and then stop at the most inopportune times.

It got so bad at one point; I had to speed-vacuum, because the vacuum cleaner would constantly over heat.

I would try and vacuum an entire apartment with 2 bedrooms, 2 full size bathrooms covering approximately 1200 sq. feet in five or ten minutes before the motor would overheat.

Yet, I persisted with the vacuum cleaner.

Finally, I could not take it anymore.

I went out and purchased a new vacuum cleaner.

I went through the same process as with the last vacuum cleaner.

However, this time, I was more suspect about the promises layout in the description on the box.

I opted for the most expensive vacuum cleaner on the shelf.

I brought the vacuum cleaner home.

I diligently put all the pieces together.

I vacuum first the living room and then the bedroom.

The picture above depicts all the grim, dirty, and particles in those rooms. My new apartment is almost half the size of my last apartment.

I was shocked.

I was disgusted.

I was taken aback by how much filth had acuminated in just the few months, we had been in our new apartment.

By the way, we were still using the old vacuum cleaner.

I took the picture.

I looked at the collection of dirty.

I looked at how much dirty the new vacuum cleaner had picked up.

I was astonished.

I was sickened.

It made me consider how much dirt people carry on themselves every day.

It made me consider how much dirt exists in this world.

It made me consider how dirty our minds are even as we speak on how cleansed, purified, and holy we are in our pulpits, in our sanctuaries, in our synagogues, and in our mosques.

It made me consider the stains of unbelief, doubt, hypocrisy, deceit, deception, lies, and so much more we as preachers and teachers bring into our congregations, week after week.

We look at our struggling congregations.

We look at the brokenness of our congregations.

We look at the mounting, unemployed members of our congregations.

We look at the broken relationships in our congregations.

We look at the fragmented souls of our congregations.

When everything is breaking in the congregation, it should signify the move of God, is hindered.

When everything is breaking in the congregation, it should signify the operation of God, is lacking.

When everything is breaking in the congregation, it should signify the reign of God has been usurped by man and not God.

We bring a message of hope.

We bring a message of perseverance.

We bring a message of long suffering.

We bring a message of belief, when we do not believe ourselves.

We go home to our McMansions.

We go home to our paid for homes, by the very same congregations unable to pay their own rents.

We go to the five star steakhouse and order the biggest steak on the menu. Please do not forget the best red wine on the menu, so we can feel closer to Christ.

We lavish up the medium rare porterhouse steaks.

We toast to our success, Christ’s has bestowed upon our household.

We are satisfied with all the Lord has done for us.

And, we wonder, why, oh why, can we not bring the people up to our levels.

We pray to God for new understanding.

We pray to God to open their eyes.

We pray to God to clear their minds.

We pray to God to help us, help them.

We pray.

Some of us even offer a struggling member a few dollars, but then we talk about it later in the privacy among other clergy members.

We make a show of it all.

Our vacuum cleaners have lost their suction.

Our vacuum cleaners have lost their promise of cleanliness.

Our vacuum cleaners no longer read like the description of Christ.

Our vacuum cleaners no longer demonstrate the ability to cleanse the hearts, the minds, or the souls of the people.

Our vacuum cleaners are sucking the people dry and the people are too blind to see it.

Our vacuum cleaners are broken.

Our vacuum cleaners filters are clogged.

Our vacuum cleaner motors are damaged.

We are spewing more dirt, than we are clearing from the hearts, the minds, and the souls of the people.

We have our champion causes for the welfare of our communities, but we create minimal changes in their lives.

We are no longer acting as the wife of Christ.

We are no longer acting as the pure bride.

We are no longer acting in solidarity with the covenant we made with Christ.

We have become the problem and not the solution.

We need new vacuum cleaners.

We need new filters.

We need new motors.

We need to remember, a vacuum cleaner is only as good the suction power, it emits.

I am happy with my new vacuum cleaner.

It delivers as promised.

I am saddened by the vacuum cleaners in many of our churches.

They fail to deliver the promise entrusted into their care.

Their bellies, their pockets, their bank accounts, their cupboards, their storage chests, and their castles are full, but their hearts are empty.

In the words of our savior, forgive them father, for they know not what they do.

For those, who actually do understand the true message of Christ, and continually violates the message, the people, and the covenant relationship, I pray every curse upon your head and upon your household as Christ decreed in his message to the disciples on countless occasions. Just as God did in the Old Testament, see Ezekiel.

To God Be the Glory!

Amen!!!

Matthew 24: 9-14

9-10 “They are going to throw you to the wolves and kill you, everyone hating you because you carry my name. And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other’s throat, everyone hating each other.

11-12 “In the confusion, lying preachers will come forward and deceive a lot of people. For many others, the overwhelming spread of evil will do them in—nothing left of their love but a mound of ashes.

13-14 “Staying with it—that’s what God requires. Stay with it to the end. You won’t be sorry, and you’ll be saved. All during this time, the good news—the Message of the kingdom—will be preached all over the world, a witness staked out in every country. And then the end will come.

EYHCS

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Day 52: The Power Force of Understanding


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A great friend of mine commented yesterday about my absence from my blog of late, with a slightly dejected, solemn, and otherwise heartbroken-heartfelt disposition. I explained as best I could where I have been in my journey to speak and write the truth. I expressed my new found commitment to my craft. Some would call it a gift. Other would call it artistic expression. Whatever, it is, I respect it and have chosen this time to hone it. Because my friend’s need was real, I write this entry today.

This is for my powerful four! You each know exactly who you are and I love each of you beyond mere words. Your presence in my life has changed me forever and I look forward to all God has for each of us throughout the years.

This is also for those that follow my blog. I have a lot of material and when the time is right, I will share it all.

The road we travel is not unknown. The people we meet are not unforeseen. The connections we make are designed well in advance for the appointed time and place. Two years ago, we all imagine a different future than the one we find ourselves living today. Four years ago, we wondered how we would make it through. Six years ago, we prayed silently for relief. Eight years ago, we stood our ground in the God we love. Ten years ago, we wondered if this really would be the fate God dealt us.

Today, we are stronger. Today, we are wiser. Today, we are becoming exactly who God intended us to be. Today is a new day. Today is our day. Today let’s live it the only way we can…through love, by faith, and in humility.

EYHCS

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Day 268 – Meditation Series: Signature Ring of Trust, Faith, Knowledge, and Character


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My Alma Mater has a signature class ring.  It is the only available version of the class ring to deserving graduates.  At center rests a cross in an oval setting.  On the left side of the cross the word truth begins the story of a Servant Leader.  Immediately after the word truth rests the word faith.  Directly beneath faith on the lower right hand section of the cross is the word knowledge.  Adjacent to knowledge on the lower left hand side of the cross is the word character.

I have reflected countless times about the interlinking of these four words.  My mediation produced: a trust in God creates an ability to have faith in God’s purpose.  Inspired by faith in God, we gain knowledge of who God is, in us and throughout the universe.  Through our knowledge of God, his seekers and actionaries show the character of God.  We are Servant Leaders.

What does the composite of trust, faith, knowledge, and character mean to you?

 

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