tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76904812082849538942024-02-08T04:38:53.494-08:00The Word Spoken by BThe Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-34645463510353803502013-07-08T00:47:00.000-07:002013-07-08T00:47:32.170-07:00Beautiful Scars<div style="border-bottom: solid #4F81BD 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 4.0pt 0in;">
<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">I miss you,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">I miss you like the laughter of yesterday that made my heart shout rumbustiously.
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<span style="color: #984807; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="font-size: 21px;"><b>I've</b></span></span><b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;"> not confessed, told it, admitted it, or spoke it to you. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Because the day we said good bye no good-bye was spoken… <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Pounds of hurt, hills of baggage were all thrown down the chute of
our pounding and exuberant hearts. Hearts are tender. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">All too often we are made to believe that the heart pumps and pumps
without interruption. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Murmurs are simply the bad trying to stay and good escaping. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Escaping is what </span><span style="font-size: 21px;">I've</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> been trying to do for these days, <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">these weeks, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">these months and yet there is no escaping <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">that which I knew to be so real. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Pounds of hurt, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">hills of baggage were carried in pant pockets, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">clutches <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">and in the memories of life before, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">that which we did not share, did not understand, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">did not hear, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">chose to ignore,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;"> the memories we thought…faded
away into life before. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Life before does not go away, life before is here,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">its now, it’s me; <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">it’s you, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">the new and the old that must be transformed to good. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">What happens when we see unmasked reflections? <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #984807; font-family: "Tempus Sans ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">We see beautiful scars, blemishes of imperfections that resemble another
on their journey toward wholeness. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-2771694654941055942013-07-04T16:39:00.000-07:002013-07-04T16:39:09.998-07:00A Reflection of a Reflection: <br />
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Wow. My words are all in the jumbled up in my stomach.
Before I continue allow me to insert who I am. I am a black woman, born in the
United States, born of meager means that lives a life of privilege, yet I’m
still impoverished. I have a deep
concern and interest in black urban communities as it relates to religion,
systematic oppression and simply put, all of everyday life. Therefore, I tend
to be very critical of reality television. I’m leery of the truthfulness being
hindered in order to promote a laugh at the cost of my brothers or a reduction
in the image and character of my sisters.
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I was asked 18hrs ago to watch a video and comment on
it. The video entitled, “The Real Baby
Mommas of Richmond.” Oh my! Immediately, I said what have we gotten ourselves
into? Yes, I’m included because I think and have always thought that we are a
reflection of each other. When an African
American Woman doesn’t fit American standards, I’ve always measured myself
asking do I fit. Fortunately, I’ve moved past that knowing that it’s very
likely I will not fit and never fit because I was not designed to fit. So then, when one of my sisters allows her
light to shine and benefit the community then I believe she sets an example for
others like us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I began to watch and listen to the introduction music.
The lyrics were not filled with degrading lyrics, not full of drama, rather an
affirmation of sorts- Baby Mamas have something to say. They are claiming their
voice that is filled with an experience that is a source of wisdom and insight.
The black female creator of the show is an entrepreneur, a woman of her
environment wanting to tell real stories of real women and the real issues that
we encounter. While I do not have
children these are my issues too, because I am woman and I am black. But not only were issues highlighted but the
essentials of the family unit, education, respect, struggles and owning our
culture. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Media along with negative thinking friends have told us that
“man ain’t no count” or “you can’t trust them.” This film seems to naturally
highlight without intention the strength and courageousness of black men, ones
who stand by their women helping them fulfill dreams. Dreams of creating a positive
show about baby mommas; Fathers who do want to be and are good fathers, just
unable to be with the mothers for whatever the reason. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And some of these reasons are not just because the black women
are deemed crazy but because there is a world and culture out there that do not
correlate. While this show as aimed to
discuss the diversity of woman who have children in a positive way, the women
did not leave out the men. Men are
rarely if ever intentionally excluded from the family unit and in this episode
men were able to speak to other men encouraging them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Men like women need encouraging. It does no one any good to deny the struggles
found in society and within self. This show reality show I would support
because it aims to be authentic, people speak in the language and jargon of its
own culture and compassion is shared. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Just a few topics touched on or discussed in length: </b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Incarceration, marriage, women, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Good women are over-looked, divorce, lack of pay in jobs,
lack of healthcare or costly healthcare, cost of childcare.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The community often names us<o:p></o:p></div>
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Negotiating children within lesbian couples<o:p></o:p></div>
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Abusive relationships, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Moving with nothing to nothing and finding something worth
being proud of<o:p></o:p></div>
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Manipulation of parents <o:p></o:p></div>
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Responsibility of taking care of parents <o:p></o:p></div>
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Parents teaching children responsibility <o:p></o:p></div>
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Lack of self care<o:p></o:p></div>
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Death of a child who has a child<o:p></o:p></div>
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Diversity <o:p></o:p></div>
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(FYI, I only watched about half of the show)<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14YEGC74Sp8" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14YEGC74Sp8</a><o:p></o:p></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-36498442537282224682013-04-27T18:19:00.000-07:002013-04-27T18:19:43.336-07:00Speaking Musically <span style="color: orange;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/38647892">http://vimeo.com/38647892</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Sometimes music speaks louder and more clear....even deeper than than the soul's cry. (Attached is music for your listening enjoyment).</span>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-83674183447992630962013-04-22T10:43:00.000-07:002013-04-22T10:43:14.488-07:00Subject of the Text<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>I am<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>I am the subject of the text. Textual understanding is more
than word deep.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>Its soul deep, </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>I have to interpret myself, promote this
script with no bounds… away from historic plays, sad epics and word play that
you play. In an effort to better communicate the subject of this text. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>That I am… <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>I am more than the characteristics of your past. I am the
subject that brings your text to life. Oh what a flight this would be if only
you were not afraid of the suspense that holds this text, high. High I can be, without the gravity that pulls
your illusions into a false sense of reality. But oh wait, reality is finality
if it extends beyond…now. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>Now I am the text that that speaks. Heuristically I won’t
manipulate, I will only speak that which is true in my soul. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>True to what I want.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i> Believing it will be
and consistently and constantly excelling, climbing, outshining…I will watch
and read what others have written about this text. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>This text that I am is informed and outlined, written by the
heart. Logic only colors where the heart doesn't bleed. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>I am the subject of the text. </i></b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-51020068437128275262013-02-18T21:32:00.002-08:002013-02-18T21:32:49.565-08:00Lost in the Found<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I’m B.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I’m lost in being found. If you really
think about it, you’ll get it; I think you may understand me, feel me, get me,
be me. In the rubble no more, tossed no more, strong and growing I am. Peace I
AM.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Today, I delight in the sun that shines specifically
and perfectly for me; today. You are
sun. You are present. You are…<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Like breath, I delight in being lost in the
found…to be centered and free, to defy gravity in such an abstract beautifully
chaotic world. I am lost…in the found. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">To find myself in the midst of sharing days
of sand and snow, I revel in being lost in the found. The “closer” I get the
feelings of being lost fades and joins the feeling of being. Being made and
content in the moment of being lost in the found… Being immersed in the beauty
of …being beautiful in the being. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I’m joyously lost in you, I’m lost in the
found. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Angsana New";"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">(Sometimes dramatic reveal simplistic and
honest truths)</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-13131796010420462172013-01-30T20:47:00.000-08:002013-01-30T20:47:13.658-08:00Although We Have Never Met<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">I don’t think that I’m typically one to shy away from words
and emotions that are my spoken truths but sometimes others have more adequate
words to better express a sentiment or growing belief I have (so there’s a poem
below to assist me). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">Although we have never met,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">you have touched the very heart of my soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">Your patience, love, and understanding<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">have carried me through some hard times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">You have been here for me when I needed you most.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">Although you are a world away,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">somehow we know each other in a way that really matters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">We are closer than most people who have met,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">because we have taken the time to reach deep within
ourselves<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">to know the person beyond the face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">It is truly what is on the "inside" that counts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">You are more than words on a screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">You are an inspiration in times of need...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">You give me hope when things seem lost...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">You make me laugh, cry, listen and talk...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">You make me think without saying a word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">In this vast world of silent talk,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">although we have never met,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">I have found a true "friend." By Ayzha</span><o:p></o:p></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-77213193175557989232013-01-09T20:13:00.000-08:002013-01-11T12:09:31.000-08:00Have you ever walked passed your future?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>Life is wonderful! I mean just super-duper great. Running
this way and that way all to get to a point in which…did I pass it?<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>I’m not real for sure because I’m still striving for goal
3,391 and I’m almost there. But funny thing is I recently looked back over my
life and realized I have no clue how I got to this place. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Arabic Typesetting;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">This place seems to be a dream of another, it wasn’t my
dream, or did I dream a dream I </span><span style="line-height: 27px;">didn't</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> realize I dreamed to live a dream.
Dreams do come true you know?</span><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>I know that I surpassed my goal of working at the local
grocer. I soon was able to work for the
government so others could make groceries. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>Even in that was a lesson and a message of gratitude that
I will surely pass on to my kids and her kids and his kids. Wait, I forgot to sanctify my womb through
birthing a blessed child, but I did buy yours a Lollie pop and encouraged
integrity, consistency, through exemplary dialogue and passionate discourse.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>I look around and see skies and reflections of abundance
and to my knees I fall, my eyes gaze upon great mystery as I seek to find the
future I passed. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>So… I’m so curious to know if the future that I so
haphazardly passed…is it the place where I left….?<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>I want it back. I want it all back but how selfish and
misconstrued am I… daring to return to the future that was less than where I’m
going? But where I’m going is a crooked and hilly path that brings great discomfort,
great joy, extreme pain, yet pure ecstasy, gaudy awkwardness, dignified restraint,…I
feel it all. Is this more than the future passed?<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arabic Typesetting"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>That I do not know…but all I can do is live this dream as
my reality reassuring you that dreams come true, bigger and better than
anything ever imagined. Join me. </b></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-41797703223458346362012-12-29T22:40:00.000-08:002012-12-29T22:40:34.023-08:00Bloom<br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After some reflection tonight I fell in love with love all over
again. For some time now people have identified me as the one who always have a
positive spin on ….anything, especially life.
But I have to admit in all that positivity I exert, negative thoughts
often dampens my spirits and narrows the view of possibilities I see. I’m a creator and a conqueror of hope. But today, was an exceptional day because of
the fresh fragrance of unexpected hope was </span><span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">placed before me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">I’ve learned to look for God absolutely everywhere, in everything,
and today was no different, and yes I was looking. The lens one uses determines the magnitude and
depth in which one can see and detect beauty makes a significant difference. Today
my lens was woman. Moreover, this woman
understands that beauty resides even in the most beastly creature but seemingly
more welcomed when observed within a work of art or an intellectual being. And today, I chose to be a receiver of all
that was great and inhale a sweet sense of spiritual and sensual intellect. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">I’m naturally a giver of my time, fortunes, energy and all of the aforementioned stuff I long to receive.
Too often I disperse those things on avenues not conducive to positive results
that enhance my life. What I’m saying is, today I rested in the care of others,
the unfamiliar and new and I loved it. I loved seeing that which I strive to
create existing without my efforts, without me operating in false divinity. I
saw that which I desire in bloom. I mean, there are people out there who hearts
are capable of surviving pain and turning it into flowing rivers of life. People who are making conscious decisions to choose
who they will be today. They build on top of their past, not neglecting it, not
giving into it, it shapes them, not define them. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">I saw me in you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Therefore, I don’t stand alone. I am not drifting aimlessly. I am choosing
my today, choosing my tomorrow and that allows me to bloom too. A flower blooms
in season. So I celebrate friends who are in bloom. It looks so good…so go on…reach
toward the sun for there are no limits. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-55261262519752269002012-12-14T09:08:00.000-08:002012-12-14T09:08:42.008-08:00Finality, Fear, Faith<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">What drives us to want to leave a
legacy, financial or sentimental? What or when does the realization come that
we are finite individuals? I’m way too young to consider the end right? No ma’am,
no sir, now is exactly the time to think beyond this moment. Not so that we can work hard in hopes of a
heavenly reward. Honestly, I think we are responsible for creating heaving on
earth while embracing hope in a paradise. I’ve been working on projects and papers
trying to better understand what heaven is. But I want to turn inward for a moment and
reflect and debrief. I mean its not a day that goes by that I don’t think about
death. Let me say it plainly, I am not suicidal. But I will say as often as I
see life, I see death. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Death is in my morning praise to God
because I say “thank you for waking me up.” Automatically, I wake realizing the
infinite is within this finite body one more day and I’m grateful. Grateful that I’m living and that I have an opportunity
to live and help construct a paradise for someone on earth. But too, I think of the people I will leave
behind and what Is it that I will leave them.
I hope someone will miss me, I hope someone will speak kind words about
me, I hope that the mortician will make me look better than I did in life. I
hope for so much. But I also hope the my death does not cause confusion, too much pain or death. In my death I hope that persons will
celebrate my life and the differences I made, the care I gave. I hope the
preacher can honestly say “from dust to dust” and believe it, believing I’m not
an eternal hell. Okay sorry I digress.
As much as I wonder about my life, I wonder about family and loved one. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">My loved ones I want to continue to
feel my presence if it brings them joy or comfort. I want to be able to pay for my own funeral,
pay for things that will comfort them temporarily. I want to pay for dinners
and vacations; I want to bless a victimized woman and a lonely senior even
beyond death. One of my biggest fears
for not only myself but others is to survive life alone. I should have done my dissertation
about loneliness, but I’m afraid that I don’t understand the fear nor be able
to articulate it in such a fashion the people will understand. But I will say
this fear more-so resembles doubt or uncertainty over being afraid. And I’m
okay with that because it is a healthy amount of doubt within faith. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Okay that’s all for now….just a few
random thoughts. But the life within me calls me to love the world
passionately, and I do. This love is growing, I feel it, see it and yet it
makes me weary. It makes me tired. It makes me whole. I wish others could feel
this wholeness found I think in servantry.
In servantry, fear is lessened and life moves forward. Whoo random
thoughts….my bad. I’ll work harder next time I greet you. </span></b><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-34739793255518894202012-11-21T19:15:00.001-08:002012-11-21T19:15:43.480-08:00Name Me<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I thought I
was empty.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I thought
hope existed, bu</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">t not for me</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I thought
you were the one<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I thought
dreams were</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> disproportionately dispersed among those who didn’t deserve</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I thought
living was hard<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">These
thoughts started in despair, then I began to listen and re-read the words my
heart spoke. I haphazardly, proudly and boastfully for a quick second began to
live in truth that. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM empty
so that I may be a better vessel. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM hope<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM the
one being waited for<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I AM a dream
and I shall share my vision</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">s</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM alive,
dreaming hope to disperse to those who are empty<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then my
heart rested in extreme gratitude of the great I AM; better understanding that I AM because the G</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">reat I AM is...</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I AM the
Word made flesh and the Spirit that d</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">wells</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM the
substance that that calculates all wrongs and wounds and throw them into the
sea of forgetfulness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM of no
time and space yet completely and utterly yours<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM, the I
AM, I AM the Healer, I AM who makes all things New, I AM your comforter, I AM
the I AM that circulates without matter or the need for kinesis. I AM your
HOPE. I AM the One who holds time and circumstance for you. I AM the ultimate
dream machine. I AM the ONE who gives you my name<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I AM </span></span></b><i><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">Word SPOKEN BY B</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-73107344642858962982012-11-20T16:26:00.000-08:002012-11-20T16:26:48.653-08:00Sweet Pink Rain<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Sweet Pink Rain<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I am the essence of everything raw and real. Innately I am
planted in the inner sanctums of those that wish to thrive and grow…grow….grow
up into a serene melody that lavishes under the sun before the drip drop of the
…sweet pink rain that caresses your soul.
I am that sweet pink rain that speaks to God and delivers every time. I…
I am the substance of things hoped for …stop…taste…smell me in the true essence
of this pink sweet rain. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I am the tasteless void that drives you crazy, yet I
am the sweetness that enhances the mood of your day and the glistening sapphire
that guides your….night …your night until it becomes a burst of pink and orange
and yellow….That sweet Pink Rain is so mellow… mellow below the surface to
bring residual calmness to that which is in you that is aggravated by the world
around you but see I am the essence of what is raw and real, that which falls
from above and glides on gravity's pull. Pull from the depths of your
imagination, be covered by the sweet pink rain…for …it’s the essence that
soothes your pain and culminates forming storms for you protection. From the ghettos
to The Hill, there is no shelter.
Embrace and make haste toward the rain that colors yours soul, your God
into focus. Your picture, image, epic description is in Sweet Sweet…<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Novels and movie stars only allude to the power of the Pink….<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Rain is the essence of your tears that surprisingly is
sweeter as the day go by. Rewind. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Rain is the essence of tears that become sweeter as the day
calls for rain to cool its thirst to grow…grow into weeks of strength and
courage that washes away…you.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>You who are weak and laden will find refuge in the pink
sweet rain. </b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-10558052999214044372012-11-18T18:25:00.004-08:002012-11-18T18:25:53.679-08:00Emulate<br />
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is love enough when it’s not the love that makes your heart smile?
Is love enough when you are proud to have someone on your arm and in your bed
but the one you love, like really love is home longing for your love? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is love enough when the pictures are perfect and your routine hasn’t
changed? Shouldn’t love take you to places never imaged all while be secured at
home, the place formerly known as your house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shouldn’t love provide to you, speak to your heart and agree with
your soul? Is love enough when your smile doesn’t ache from being constant? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Giggle giggle, tader pader, OHHHH and then oooh was the language of
your heart. Now it says “I love you”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is love enough when neither your actions nor mine emulate the scandalous
words “I love you”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is it love?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is it love when you can’t talk to me in fear that I may see you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I already see you. I hear you through your silence. I already see
you and that contrived smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Is love enough?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Where’s the passion that stings every morning like the bitter cold.
The passion that light fires that never extinguishes. Where’s the passion that
fed my hunger for you? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Where’s the passion for life...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Giggle giggle, tader pader, OHHH and oooh<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I guess love is enough, you are not here. </span><span style="font-family: 'MV Boli';"><span style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 115%;">dedicated t</span><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;">o 051812</span></span></div>
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The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-3328973689356928122012-10-23T07:18:00.000-07:002012-10-23T07:18:41.589-07:00Whose Privilege <br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Help me work through this. I’ve always been intentional on remaining
down-to-earth. Don’t get me wrong I do not come from riches nor rags but rather
a more modest background. But I’ve always been encouraged to seek education and
a future my ancestors would be proud of. Furthermore, I’m highly educated and
down-to-earth. The importance of me repeating down-to-earth is because too
often people who achieve any sort of status or growth forget or deny their
heritage. Personally, I’m grateful for the ups and downs of my heritage for
they made me who I am. And will help me to relate to all persons no matter my
social status. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sooo..lately I have been getting irritated beyond belief. I
am to the point where I get headaches and shut-down in the midst of group
discussions. What is it that irritates me so? On two different occasions in the
same location persons have disrespected me, for the lack of better words. Occasion
one (I can’t reveal a great deal due to privacy but just try to follow), keep
in mind that I am of African descent and woman. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Occasion one, a self-proclaimed white, clergy, male looked at me, used
no words, but pointed and directed me as if I was unable to understand the
English language in which he speaks with others. Immediately I noticed all these symbols and
expectations being thrown at me and I was pissed; instantly! Only for him to
follow with another unspoken act that undoubtedly stated, since I don’t trust you I’m going to
do this....so you will know exactly what this nonverbal conversation was about
and that I have power over you. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Second incident, several colleagues and I were conversing
about religion in a public area. No one was in view that we could have possibly
disturbed except for one white male. This male came over, leaned on a rail and
stated, “Hi, you all have four choices, 1. Take this conversation on religion
to the atrium downstairs, two: go back into your classroom and talk, or three:
don’t have the conversation” Either he never said the fourth choice or I was to
livid to hear it. The preface to his suggestion was, others are trying to write
papers and they are complaining about the noise level. I find that so interesting on multiple levels,
as originally stated I saw no one else around to complain, two his comment “this
conversation on religion” and more importantly when he had is conversation last
week in the public area about not dating Muslims, while offended, I didn’t
complain. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So there are my two examples that drove my blood pressure
out of the roof. And I’ve been really
trying to better understand the depth of my anger. Is it because I see and
often become oppressed because of while male privilege or is it because I’m privilege.
Is it because I’m losing my edge on being down-to- earth? Fact is because I’m
able to speak out on injustices or things I don’t like makes me privileged. But
in this case, which is it? Will you help me out?</span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-6528795515561160012012-09-01T17:01:00.000-07:002012-09-01T17:01:58.931-07:00I'm All In<br />
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<b><span style="color: #b45f06;">I’m all in. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #b45f06;">I’ve heard people say “I’m all in” or “I’m game for that.”
And I just took some time to reflect on my personality, my desires and yes even
my expectation. I admit, I have expectations of me and of others I allow to
share my life. But what I mean by “I’m
all in” is I have decided long ago that life offers disappointments,
relationships offer hurts but I will offer myself the chance to try again. I refuse
to continue life believing the impossible is not possible. Even reason allows room for such a thought to be true and let’s face it my Christian
principles and scriptures tell me that the impossible is possible (through
Christ). Therefore, I refuse to not go “all in” and give my all with the
possibility that my inner Christ will be enough for the situation I’m trying to
shine on and in. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #b45f06;">When we shine we have the ability to illuminate not only the
good in others but also areas in need of repair. And because that broken area
has been exposed is no reason so self-soothe with abandonment or eviction of
the light but become an avenue to change and ultimately healing. Have you attempted to imagine not the world
but your individual life transformed by eliminating the disruption of hurt by
allowing someone’s willingness to say yes to help assist with your forward
progression? Am I saying that I am a
god, hecky no. Am I saying that I will
meet you where you are? Absolutely. Will
I have expectations? Absolutely. These
are not unreasonable expectations for those open and truly ready to feast at the reception of
love. My understanding of love (at this
point in my life and at such a young age) is that “who I am” and all that
entails should be <i>for</i> you, supporting
you and helping you grow into the best you.
Where ever I found you had to be pretty good to solicit my interest, but
together you should be dynamic, we should be dynamic…<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Now people will say all this dynamic talk is impossible.
Remember two things, I believe the impossible is possible and that we all
should strive to be better tomorrow than we are today (no matter how damn
pretty and self-sufficient you think you are). </span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-58633077853328281292012-06-22T20:58:00.000-07:002012-06-22T20:58:09.514-07:00Mind Sticker<br />
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">Mind Sticker<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">What a lucky coincidence,
maybe it was divine intervention, regardless; I’ve found a mind sticker. You
caught my eye, better yet; you have found a permanent place of residence on my
mind. I heard Michael Baisden say today on the radio that if you are with
someone and they do not add to your life then they have no place in your
life. Baisden to me is hit or miss, but
today, he hit it on the head. You seem
to enhance my life without effort; your smile ignites my soul. Your words and curiosity
intrigue me too. A mind sticker you are. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">You stick to my mind like
white on rice, gravy on biscuits, the way I imagine your skin next to
mine. You look tantalizing regardless of
your apparel but it’s the essence of who you are that stops me cold in my
tracks. Intimidated by you? Never. I recognize the same God in you that’s in me.
Are you intimidated by me…only until you truly understand the quintessence, the
embodiment of truth and love that dwells in me that longs to be shared with
you.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">Why you? Why not you? Let
me ask you a few questions: Do you know how to love? I earnestly and
passionately want to give and receive love.
Have you given your love to someone underserving before? I have, I don’t
regret either. I’ve learned great lessons in life but now I’m ready to give my
love to someone who can hold it, protect it, and share in it with me
blissfully. Lastly, have you prayed or hoped for someone to come to love you unconditionally,
to share life with you, to be the one? I’ll admit, I’m the <i>ONE</i>; Just maybe not your ONE. So your responsibility in coming in
contact with something so real and so ripe is to assess your heart, consult God
and find out if I’m the ONE for you. A winner I am, am I your winner? I am that great catch that one shouldn’t let
get away. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e46c0a; font-family: "MV Boli"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #E46C0A; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;">Being with me means you
accept the risk that allows and requires infinite growing, which transcend both
pleasure and fear. Being with me means
you will be loved by love. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-23204612913010805992012-06-16T15:47:00.001-07:002012-06-16T15:47:10.541-07:00Movin' On Up<b><br /><span style="color: #783f04;">What do you do when you realize you are movin’ on up alone? That’s the question that fell on me as I stirred my curry in my quant kitchen this afternoon. I have this tendency that seems strange to some and that is to blurt out random facts and questions and the other is to sing old theme songs. And today I was getting down and jamming while reminiscing on The Jefferson’s. I began to tap my hand on the counter and sing “Movin’ on up”</span></b><div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Well we're movin on up,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">To the east side.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">To a deluxe apartment in the sky.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Movin on up,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">To the east side.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">We finally got a piece of the pie.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Fish don't fry in the kitchen;</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Beans don't burn on the grill.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Took a whole lotta tryin',</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Just to get up that hill.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Now we're up in the big leagues,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Gettin' our turn at bat.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">As long as we live, it's you and me baby,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">There ain't nothin wrong with that. </span></b></div>
<span style="color: #783f04;"><br /> <br />And I concur; it’s nothing wrong with that. When you come from a single parent household or a two parent dysfunctional home, we all dream of something more. We dream of our own. Many moons have passed since I last lived in the home of my parent(s) because I began my quest and journey to find my own. And by the grace and protection of God, I have several notches in my belt that I should be and can be proud. I’m single, highly educated, and live in a beautiful community surrounded by lakes, beaches, even ducks (and alligators from time to time). I love the thrill of it all. Yet, when I stopped tapping to the beat and returned to my curry, my serenity had been interrupted with reality. <br /> <br />Reality is, I’ve lived on the east side, I much more prefer living on the West side as I do now. I have my deluxe apartment and according to my doctoral professor, I’m very much so privileged compared to the rest of the world. Therefore, I should enjoy my piece of the pie. We incur great responsibility with every slice, but let’s discuss that later. That’s a big bite to chew. My serenity was disturbed realizing that in the big leagues, more often than not, a woman of my caliber is single. By no means am I tooting my own horn or exemplifying arrogance, I’m stating hard core facts. <br /><br /> The fact is, or truth of the matter is, I was jamming singing my song. But when I got near the end and sang with great enthusiasm “Getting our turn at bat. As long as we live, it’s you and me baby…” and bam, I have no baby. I’m not referring to the little munchkins that bring people such great joy. I’m talking about the love of my life. So again, the question is what do you do when you realize you are moving up alone? There is only two things to do. One, follow your plan towards success that will bring about transformation for the good of all people. Secondly, realize that you are major and intricate part of all people and you too must become vulnerable in places where the heart matters. This is the only way, that I can see, that will allow people like me to experience it all at the top. Love, education, everything can be found when we relinquish some of this control that we all worked so hard to achieve. <br /><br /> It’s like we have to relinquish in order to acquire. So much of life is give and take. Love and the acquisition of love is no different. Stop telling people you want your cake and eat it too. When perfectly prepared battered enters into heat, it doesn’t retreat, it develops from the point of contact. Become a decadent dessert the world is waiting to see. </span></b></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-72374119774169513662012-05-22T18:13:00.002-07:002012-05-22T18:13:42.899-07:00Cumulus<h2>
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b><u><i>Cumulus: a heart's issue</i></u></b></span></h2>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Answer the questions of my heart. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Logic makes no sense. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Speak clearly, speak deeply. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Speak with the language the heart understands. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Remove the cumulus if despair.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Logic makes no sense.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>Speak clearly, speak deeply. </b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Dedicated to May 19th</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-69380399374588447212012-05-14T18:14:00.001-07:002012-05-14T18:14:55.467-07:00Love Worth Losing<br />
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">Deborah Cox</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;"><b>Love Worth Losing</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">For the last few days I’ve
been feeling some kinda way. And that’s fine, life continues, it goes on, life
is supposed to move in a forward progression; Right? I find myself listening to music all the
time, mostly R&B, it’s slow, relaxing and if old enough, has great meaning
and depth. Hours pass and I’m still
listening and reflecting. Sometimes I chuckle and say wow; this stuff will make
you want to slice your wrist. Nooooo I’m not suicidal, but I am contemplative. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">I think of where I’ve
been and where I’m going and who with. After turning #% years old, I can’t stop
thinking about making someone happy, and feeling a type of happiness l’ve never
had before. Those thoughts ignite a desire of determination and hopefulness
that springs up from my soul. I long to have that. Let’s get some things out of
the way, I’m not arrogant, but I am confident, I’m not desperate, but I do
desire. Therefore, I respect myself and you enough to not start something I
know will go nowhere. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">As I sit here listening
to music, going nowhere fast, I began to feel a loss, a deep loss. Deborah Cox,
<i>“We can’t be Friends”</i> came on the
music box and I listened and I even traded places with Deborah for a few
moments. I was really feeling this song.
She and R.I. from the group <i>Next </i>sang
their hearts out, saying “I’ll never ever find another love like you, I love
you too much.” Basically saying in the sweetest way possible, I want all or
nothing. It will hurt me to just be your
friend because what we had is real. There is no denying it, and if you were to
move on, then what exactly am I to do with all these feelings I have that will
not take flight? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">The song got so good, I
got choked up, felt a tear escape my eye…I had to ask myself, who the hell was
I referring to. And quickly one person,
only one came to my mind. And while I do fear seeing a wedding come, I realize
that I celebrate that loss more than I fear it. So exactly why am I sadden when
the music box sings to me. Two reasons: One, because we are connectional
people, and the story in that song is very real to someone and my heart is
willing to share in the pain of another so they don’t hurt alone. And secondly,
I am sadden at the idea that I will never find a love worth losing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">Sounds crazy right? I’m
so blessed, there are people around me who desire my company even willing and
wanting me to fill out an application for their heart. But because too many times before I’ve met
impostures who use my love and my desire for love to make me weak, I’ve become
scared. Scared to take the chance of building something new and right with …whomever.
I used the word scared but I’m not scared as much as I am scarred. Impostures
left a nasty infection that lingers causing walls to manifest around my heart.
Protection mode is in over drive. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "MV Boli";"><span style="color: cyan;">But when the music
stops, my heart will make its own beat and I pray my mind will march appropriately. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-67804667949319759022012-05-13T23:39:00.000-07:002012-05-13T23:39:07.523-07:00Cost of Truth<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>Cost of
Truth, Tarnished Secrets<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>I have a secret.
My secret is a lie. My lie I want to correct. But then you will know I lied. If
you know I lied then my secret will be tarnished. It’s amazing the difference
between a secret and a lie. But my
secret began sweetly and lie was birthed out of chaos. And chaotic I am not. I’m
just someone with a secret. My secret is
a lie. My lie I live because I’m afraid you will not believe my secret. Honestly, my secret has been tarnished by the
lie I lived and now you will have no interest in this secret I hold. But it is you I want to share my secret with
and it is you that I lied to. Ugh. What do I do?<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>I do what is
best for you in this moment and that is keeping my lie and living my lie. But I
feel as if you know me; there some part of you that are curiously enticed by
something about me. And I think sometimes you know my secret, this lie that we
now live because I lied to you. Dang it, I just discovered that my wrong action
of keeping my secret and telling you this lie, <i>makes you live a lie.</i> I want to have an exponentially great impact
on your life but positively. I want to share untarnished secrets and create new
ones; just you and me. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>Your secret
is no secret, you shared it with me. Your secret I do not want to know nor do I
understand. But I hold your secret with
care as best I can. Am I rambling but I must write until our secrets reveal the
truth that must be told. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>Truth. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>I know truth
and truth I withheld from you. I know truth and it lurks in my mind and in the crevices
of my curiosity. What is the cost of truth?
There are a multitude of answers and opinions I’m certain. But at the
end of the day, for me, there is no cost to freedom. Truth is freedom. If I tell my secret, no matter how tarnished
it is, if I believe the listener will not receive my secret with an open heart
and mind. It is okay. How can you say that B? I say it because, I will be free.
My truth will restore life without lies. That life is what it is. I accept that
any day over and above some concocted lie of a life I created. I don’t want
that kind of power. Power belongs in the arms of Truth and Truth is God. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Angsana New","serif";"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"><b>God help me
to rub and restore the shine to the lives I tarnished and may we all exude and
seriously experience the complete love of You, our Rock and our Shield. </b></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-34114922681799294752012-05-07T14:52:00.001-07:002012-05-07T14:53:06.225-07:00My Soul Thirst....<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; text-transform: uppercase;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I belong-</span></span><span style="text-transform: uppercase;"> </span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'Harlow Solid Italic';">“</span><span style="font-family: 'Harlow Solid Italic'; font-size: 14pt;">My soul thirst for
God, the living God</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">”</span></span> (Ps 42:2)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(Begin with prayer, worship and scripture reading.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">When we embrace our responsibility that means that we have
to “distinguish the inner voice of truth from the inner voice of fear.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/swilli/Desktop/Adult%20Formation%20Final.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a>
Fear is so readily available and we have to intentionally seek the inner voice
that resides in us. We can listen for the sound of the still small voice that
still speaks in every context full of life.
This voice gives direction, clarity, community; this voice is the
“living God.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">In order to hear God we have to get rid of all of the noise
that surrounds us. How many people get off work, get in their car to drive home
and immediately turn on the radio? How many of you are honkers in traffic? And
I imagine half of you when you arrive home have the television on in one room
and the radio in another? So tell me, when do you have time for silence? When
do you listen to the teacher within you? All those things have its place in our lives.
But most importantly we have to find the time and space for you and God to
commune. When do you talk to God? And
please don’t tell me the only time you scream Oh God is when you are in need or
afraid. Ok let’s say that is the only
time, we have to learn to cry out for others and on behalf of others. The world
is in need, not just you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">The world is afraid of everything they don’t understand. You
are afraid that what you do will not matter. You are afraid that you alone
cannot make a significant difference. But the thing is, you can make a
wonderful and transformative difference. Fear has to go and be replaced with the real
you, a more authentic you; you who shows compassion and cares for others- You
who have become an adult and is living into their full capacity of integrity,
wisdom and love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">On a piece of paper, as many pieces of paper you need, write
on them your fears that are hindering you from trusting people and hindering
you from helping your sister and brothers. Look around, we all look whole and as if are
doing fine. But we all are thirsty and in need of the Living God. We are all in
need of each other. God has us here as hands and feet, as beating caring
hearts, as intellectuals that should be able to join together for the sake of
committing acts of love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">As you feel led to offer your fears over to God, do so. Take
those pieces of paper and burn them, drown them, simply through them away. This symbolizes the fear leaving, literally
out of your hands now, find a release of that burden to now better operate and
live in wisdom. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/swilli/Desktop/Adult%20Formation%20Final.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a> Palmer,
Parker. A Hidden Wholeness: <u>The Journey Toward an Undivided Life</u>. San
Francisco: Jossey-Bass, 2004. 27<o:p></o:p></div>
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</div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-28420266456135746242012-05-01T23:29:00.001-07:002012-05-01T23:33:13.195-07:00My rebuttal<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">There is so much I want to say to you. There is so much you
have said to me in your silence that my rebuttal shall be quit brutal. I hope
that I bruise your ego, slice your heart and expose my pain so much so that it
creates a beautiful tapestry for your evening attire. I want every promise
given to me to come true in front of your eyes but with another. Your smile
that entices will one day rott because of the whore you have been. It hurts to see the one I chose to love
become a whore with their body, it forces me to admit I’ve been a floozy with
my love. My love was intentional and your
deceit was undignified. My kisses were genuine, filled with purpose. Your spit
swap was greed and carelessness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">There is so much I want to say to you. Because I have
respect from myself, peers, professional colleagues, family, and community I
have to hold my tongue and write you this personal note. This note is
intentional like my love exposing your neglect of my heart that I shared with
you. You say” normalcy is for suckas,” I say normalcy is not easily achieved.
It means that my life has direction and meaning. I value more than myself. I
once threw around your girl’s slogan YOLO but let me tell you, I will live
twice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Twice I will get to tell you that normalcy makes me Super
Woman. Go swim in the sea, and you will
only see my reflection and feel my warmth, because I’m Super Woman. Jump from
the plane and know I hold the parachute.
With or without you I will plummet into success and you’ll still be sailing
on the tail of the one you manipulated. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">There is so much I want to say. But oh, I forgot you don’t
communicate well. So eat these words Be-outch and don’t say a word. Shhhh…I’m
Super woman. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">My Rebuttal , Word
Spoken by B</span><o:p></o:p></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-53387028269545034522012-05-01T16:42:00.000-07:002012-05-01T16:42:16.347-07:00Imposturic-ology<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Imposturic-ology </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Word Spoken by B<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Let’s face it. I’m in
love with the idea of love. And I refuse
to believe that love will never come again.
But isn’t it strange that contradictory thoughts flow through my mind
occasionally. I have looked for love in
the school yard, in the campus quad, and right next to me on the pew. Never the
less, my future love was not there. Now I did find impostures. I mean like serious replicas like the ones
inside the coat jacket of the local crook. Crook, imposture, they are all related;
they come to take without regard. My
playground love told the teacher when love was no longer fun. My campus love
still loves me, look behind bush or the love letters under my bed. My love from
that sanctified pew is off saving another’s soul. Impostures….this is
imposturic-ology love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">This love so ripe and so ready, it tantalizes the
brokenhearted, weary and the confident. Hell, the imposture strengthens your
ego, fills in the cracks of your scared heart and listens to the soul’s desire.
Now beware, the soul is where the ultimate resides. It’s where your power is
housed awaiting activation through the prayers you have gently and accidently
forgotten. Impostures….this is imposturic-ology love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">This love so ripe and so ready its ready for whosoever will.
The one that will give completely, cry for your soul that seems to be without a
purpose. This imposture comes to steal
your promise and your plan. And it’s possible because the lover who exudes
desire will invest in making this wounded person whole. The lover will make
deposits every day and throughout the day to nurture this person into becoming
whole and loving. In imposturic love there
are no returns, no increasing credits into the personhood of the lover. The
lover gives and gives beyond what is due. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">And I’m in love with the ultimate lover that dwells deep
within. I wondered why I love so much,
so hard, so long, so good. It’s because, I was born that way, Born in the image
and likeness of that ultimate lover. But
why is the imposture there? Why do they come?
They come…to serve as a reminder, if this love is not sent, it is not
meant. If this imposture cannot help you bring or create the kingdom here on
earth then it’s not real. Only what is real can be. We pray and pray “Thy
kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth...” So, listen to my prayer, listen to
your words and be satisfied knowing that this imposturic loves serves a purpose-- To redirect you and me into the arms of what
is real. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">When you learn to see what is real, you can then search
deeper into the well of knowledge seeking who you really are. And then you will
acquire responsibility. Learning what is real, you find out who you are. And
the person you are will live in purpose experiencing pain only to be exalted
beyond the platform of suffering into the atmosphere of pleasure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">So again I say imposture comes
to steal your promise and your plan; once recognized run like hell. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Word Spoken by B</span><o:p></o:p></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690481208284953894.post-10299545987356156782012-04-30T22:33:00.002-07:002012-04-30T22:56:01.075-07:00My very first blog ever:<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>After a recent breakup from a relation that my partner
didn’t even realize they were apart of left me sad and vulnerable. I was
seeking to fill a void of time and space.
I had already been reintroduced to cigarettes and <i>Black & Milds</i>, vodka on the weekends and now I wanted more.
Truly, I wanted a real love but that could not be purchased off this rack as I
stood at the counter of the gas station.
To my surprise was at least 15 different types of fake or <i>imposturic </i>weed products. You know that natural herb being smoked by
young and old. That herb-that is,
sending our boys and girls to prison every day. You know….that weed. And now, I
could buy the replica at the gas station. Oh my gosh! My first thought: its
legal, I can try it! I read over each package, looking for a catchy name and
looking for what would sooth my ailment of inferiority and loneliness. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>I had it narrowed down between the gold pack and the green
one. But the God that dwells in my soul
kept questioning me. But how often is it
that we ignore the still small voice inside of us? Too often. The humanist that
I am gets in the way wanting to believe things that are only tangible and real.
But let me tell you God has a way of making all things real. I asked the
service attendant, “should I get this?” He looked at me as if he knew me and
clearly and without hesitation said “no.” This man just loss a $9 profit or
however much, but God used this man to remind me that I am better than a $9 fix
and that I will recover from a loss that was only meant to be a lesson. God is real. I am real, God promised to
always be present. I learned my lesson at the gas station, God keeps God’s
word. </b></span><o:p></o:p></div>The Word Spoken by Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02351843851230318428noreply@blogger.com1