Don’t feel bad dog. Poor thing. His owner gets him all excited about who’s this good boy and all the while it’s him. He probably wants to meet this good boy and give him a paw shake because he hears nothing but good things about this “Good boy.” Here he is greeting his owner every day at the door and holding his pee for hours until his owner gets home, only for this “Good Boy” to get all the credit. I don’t know why but I just kind of got upset too. Anyways, how many of us find ourselves worrying about the wrong things? My advice to you and our K9 friend is don’t care yourself to death… Think about those words carefully. I’m not saying don’t care but I am saying don’t care so much that you begin to worry or that it kills you. ย Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what our friends think, or if we made our parents proud, how does social media portray us or will someone accept us? When we become wrapped up in someone else idea of who we are, we lose our identity and the very thing that sets us apart from everyone else. The fact of the matter is that we hate to let people down, even if that means compromising how we feel or what we believe. We hate to let them down because of FEAR… Fear that we won’t be accepted, appreciated and loved. This is why it’s so hard for teens dealing with peer pressure. They want to be a part of the crowd and socially accepted so they say yes even if they know it’s a bad idea. Adults are peer pressured as well. It may not be on the same scale as a teen but sometimes it’s an even larger scale. Sometimes we put the pressure on ourselves. We see how big “The Jones” house is and how perfect their lawn is and the greenery is out of this world! The next thing you know we’re swimming in dept trying to keep up with the Jones’s. Then we find out that the Jones grass is out of this world but so is their minds! They’re all looney. Their whole family is like a family out of a crazy movie where everything has to be perfect. They never let their baby outside to play in the dirt and here you are with Todd Jr. and Randy and they’re not only playing in the dirt but rolling around in it. They’ve poured water in the dirt and made and tried a mud pie at least twice. The Jones look at you from across the lawn and shake their heads in disgust. Even the 11 month old baby Jones takes his paci out of his mouth and shakes his head. You try to hurry and dust your kids off but they were having so much fun and that’s when you realize. You don’t have what it takes to be a Jones but, that’s ok. You would rather be true to yourself instead of being true to someone else’s idea of who you should be. I think it’s time that we realize that we’re the good boy, girl, lady or man. Be happy with your love handles or your big nose or your crooked toe. Don’t kill yourself trying to be someone else. There are far more important issues at hand than caring about what someone else thinks of you. How do you feel about yourself? Are you keeping it 100 with you or with everyone else? If you’re only keeping it real with everyone else then you’re living a lie…We need to worry more about our purpose in life and pleasing God because pleasing people will get you in a hell of a lot of trouble.

John 21: 15-17

What you won’t do, you do for love
You tried everything but you don’t give up
In my world only you make me do
For love what I would not do.

-Bobby Caldwell

Ain’t that the truth? Bobby, Bobby, BOBBY! If you wasn’t preaching to the choir then.

According to the Ancient Greeks there are four types of love. Agape, Phileo, Storge and Eros. To give a quick insight on what each of them are I wrote a few examples.

Agape: God’s love for us. Sacrificial and unconditional and wants nothing in return. It’s committed and chosen.

Phileo: Friendship love. It is committed, it’s warm and affectionate.

Storge: This love is how a mother feels about her child. It’s unconditional, committed and forgiving ย it also accepts a person’s flaws and all. This love can also start off as a friendship and leads to a romantic relationship or best friend.

Eros: This love is passionate and intense and what some would describe as that feeling you get when a romantic relationship is new. It’s that cloud 9 love but the other person may not feel the same about you. This love doesn’t have a solid foundation because it’s “feeling ” based and a person can change how they feel about you at anytime.

To me, love is not one sided so I disagree that Eros is a type of love at all. I think that Eros sounds more like lust… Plus all the other types of love is committed. With Eros you can basically “chuck the deuces”anytime. โœŒ๐Ÿพ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ But hey, what do I know? ๐Ÿค”

In any situation I believe that love requires sacrifice, forgiveness and commitment, over and over again. I’ve been fortunate enough that I’ve experienced this “Storge” type of love more than once and I’ve developed best friends and lasting bonds. Both times the love developed completely out of friendship. Unexpectedly… Genuine friendships with no strings attached and later the bond grew into more. I love the solid foundation and the substance of this type of love. A lot of people want this type of love but they get caught up in the “Eros” type of love and before you know it the relationship has disappeared faster than socks in the washing machine. ๐Ÿ˜’

I too have gotten caught up in this Eros type of love but deep down inside I knew that it wasn’t love at all. I have experienced the Phileo type of love and I have friends that I’ve had since childhood that I share this love with. I thank God that he has Agape love for me. Although I strive to have Agape love for others like God loves us I have to admit that I fail. It would be awesome if we could love like he does all the time but, it doesn’t always happen. ๐Ÿ˜” I was just thinking about love and even though I’ve only fallen in love once, I have experienced the same type of love twice and that leaves me hopeful for the future that this kind of love is still out there.๐Ÿ™‚

Scripture reading: 1 Corinthians : 13:4-7




Words take root within your heart as every seed you’ve planted grows-

Choked by thorns and thistles of many was once a lovely rose-

Weeds sprouting out of nowhere but everywhere by people who has broken into your life source-

Only to get you off course-

Trying to steal away your purpose until your empty in a room that’s filled with remorse-

Check your inventory.

Your heart is your storeroom and whatever is in it will come out-

What are you selling on the storefront of your tongue or has it sold you out?-

Check your inventory.

Are you speaking life into your warehouse or do you receive things as they come?-

Are you checking your labels for The WORD of GOD, are you concerned with where they come from?-

Check your inventory.

Whether you’re conscious of it or not, the stock room is there-

Whether you’re conscious of it or not whatever you’re speaking it’s there-

Whether you’re conscious of it or not your life is a direct reflection of your words-

Whether you’re conscious of it or NOT your heart take root of things you’ve heard-

Check your inventory.

Are you walking in the preparation of the gospel of peace?-

Or are you living a life of chaos and defeat?-

Check your inventory.

When you randomly speak, listen to yourself. You’re not randomly speaking.ย Those words come straight off the shelves of your heart. Be careful what you say today because you will have to eat those words tomorrow whether they are bitter or sweet.

Scripture reading: Proverbs 18:21

I hope that this poem that I’ve wrote blesses you in a way that you no longer let anything fall from your lips. I hope you have the audacity to speak life, health, hope, love and prosperity into your life. Check your inventory. Much love. ๐Ÿ™‚






“Hello there, I’m Jeff. If you ever have any questions about anything then don’t hesitate to ask me. I’ve been here almost thirty years and I know how everything works,” Jeff said to the newbie sitting at the the table across from him in the employee break room. “Hey thanks man. I have been having trouble getting this T.V. to get channel 19 but, it seems to only get one channel.” Jeff went to the back of the T.V. and did something and within a minute the T.V. had 200 channels. “Hey thanks Jeff,” the new guy said. “No problem,” Jeff said. “I’m Jeff and I know it all.” Later that week an employee called off work due to an illness. Jeff suggested that she drink a special tea with ginger, garlic and some other natural herbs and spices. “That tea sure was horrible but I feel 100% better,” the woman said happily as she returned to work the following day. “Thanks Jeff,” she said. “No problem sweetie remember, I’m Jeff and I know it all.” “Right,” the lady smiled and said. Whenever the boss needed to tweak his reports and add an extensive vocabulary to give an edge to his work, he always called on Jeff. “Hey Jeff, read this and tell me if it makes any sense to you and feel free to throw in some of those fancy, smancy words will ya?” No problem Jeff said. Jeff read the report and found several errors but he corrected it and added about 10 words that not even his boss’s boss knew. “Jeff you are alright with me. How can I ever repay you for making me look good in front of the big guys?” His boss asked. “Boss don’t worry about it. Remember I’m Jeff and I know it all.” One day Jeff and his co workers were at work and a storm came. “You don’t have to worry about anything. According to the weather man and the weather channel and my thorough research ย the storm will not be a severe storm. Everyone continued to work as normal and within 30 minutes there was a rumbling and the roof flew off the building. “Everyone take cover and if you can, go to the ground floor of the building!” Jeff yelled. Immediately the wind swept through the building and carried Jeff away with it. The people cried, “What are we going to do without Jeff. He was an expert. He knew what to do in any situation.” The new guy begin to pray and soon everyone joined in. After a while the storm calmed but not without leaving the town behind in ruins. The people were like lost sheep and didn’t know what to do or where to start. If only Jeff was here with us he’d know what to do.

Morale of the story: Don’t leave your life at chance by completely putting your trust in other people.

Jeff knew a lot and even though he thought that he knew it all, sadly he didn’t. His knowledge could not save him from the storm. Many of us mustย stop wondering around like lost sheep everyday except the day we go to church or go to see a shrink or our mama or whomever. We let them put a quick band-aid on our issues and it feels good for a minute but then after a while it starts seeping again and then we are back to square one. We have to take responsibility for our lives. Notice in the story that out of all the problems that Jeff fixed, not one person try to learn or be taught anything. They just let Jeff “bandage” whatever it was and they went about their business. It’s something to think about.

Scripture reading: 2Timothy 2:15 & James 1:5

This is Angie. Angie is going through a ruff patch in life as you can see but, she hasn’t always been this way. It all started a few months ago…. Angie was on her way to work an hour ahead of her scheduled time when all of a sudden she found herself in traffic. “Oh no problem, I’m just a couple of exits away. I should make it to work on time. After thirty minutes Angie’s eyes began to twitch. She thought about her boss and how he’d gotten rid of anyone who was ever late for work even once. Angie called her boss to explain the traffic situation. “Get here as soon as you can, otherwise I don’t know what I will do,” he said. To Angie that meant, “be on time or otherwise…” Angie wasn’t about to find out what otherwise meant so she began to drive down the shoulder of the highway hoping a police didn’t see her. When she got to her exit it was blocked off due to an accident and Angie had to drive up to the next exit and turn around. When Angie arrived at work she was one minute late and her boss warned her that if it happened again then she would be terminated. So from that day forth Angie would leave even earlier but she always forgot something. At first she forgot her cup of coffee so the next day she made sure to have it but she forgot to comb her hair. Thursday she remembered to comb her hair and make coffee but she forgot her shoes so she “Fred Flinstoned” her way to work until she got out of the car and her barefoot hit the concrete in the middle of July. Angie planned to get up early so that she could remember to do everything on Friday. The weather forecast said that a severe storm was coming and Angie knew that the traffic would be horrible so she left home two hours early. The rain was pouring down hard and Angie was barely able to see. Angie was stuck in traffic again because many people stopped on the highway because they couldn’t see where they were going. Angie got to the job and not a single car was there. Angie looked in her purse for her cell phone so that she could call her job to see if anyone was inside. She’d left her cell phone at home. ๐Ÿ˜‘ Angie quickly let up her umbrella and ran to the front door to try and open it. There was a note on the door that read. Closed today because of the inclement weather. Angie was furious. She had did all that only to get rained on. Her heel broke off one of her pumps as she ran to her car and she became angry and threw them. Her umbrella flipped up and so did her perfectly brushed hair which now exposed her ball spot on the left side. Angie felt like the Hulk. She was amped up on tons of caffeine and ready for work with no job to do. When Angie got home she checked her cell and her boss had left her two messages. One message was right before she’d left home for work.


Morale of the story: Anxiousness will get you nowhere fast…. Stop worrying. Change what you can and accept what you can’t.

Scripture reading: Matthew 6:25-34

Meet Tiffany. Tiffany is the oldest and only daughter in her family and she has a brother who is three. Tiffany brother has an illness where he has to take medication every day at the same time in order for him to perform every day activities as a normal child. Every morning Tiffany parents kisses her and her brother and tell them that they love them. Their parents always ask Tiffany’s brother if he is ok or if he needs anything, every morning. Their dad rubs his son head and smile at him every morning after giving him his medicine. Later in the day Tiffany was outside playing with her brother and her friends as they all ran around carelessly. “Your brother sure can run fast. Wait, isn’t your brother sick? “A friend asked while bending over gasping for air. “Yes,” Tiffany said scratching her head because she doubted his illness at times as well. A part of her loved her brother but a part of her was jealous that he got more attention from their parents than she did. She also couldn’t stand the fact that her friends thought that he was so awesome. “Maybe I should hurt myself so that my parents will love me like they love him,” Tiffany said to herself. The next day right before it was time for her brother to take his medicine Tiffany rolled off of her bunk bed. “Boom”, she hit the floor. Her parents ran in the room. “Oh my goodness. What happened? Tiffany are you alright?” Tiffany wasn’t hurt at all but she was loving the attention from her parents so she lied. “I think that I broke my leg,” she whimpered. Her dad tried to touch it and she screamed. “Come on,” Her dad reached for her hand to sit her up. I’m going to move it a little so I’ll know if you need a doctor .” Just as their dad helped begin to move her leg, her brother began to shake and his eyes begin to roll in the back of his head. Tiffany screamed. “He’s having a seizure,” Mom said. Tiffany ran out of the room (forgetting about her “broken leg”) and ran to get her brother’s medicine. Mom and Dad were to busy to notice that her leg was miraculous healed because they were attending to her brother. After a couple of hours at the hospital, Tiffany brother was feeling better. Mom and dad still hadn’t thought about the fact that Tiffany was walking around just fine. “Mom and dad I have a confession to make. I pretended that I was hurt so that you both would love me the way that you love my brother. This is all my fault and I am sorry. He almost died because I was selfish and only thinking about myself.” Tiffany was sure that she was going to be on a punishment but her dad surprised her with his response. He sat Tiffany on his lap and said, “Thank you for telling us the truth Tiffany. Although we are disappointed, let’s just thank God that your brother is alive and is going to be just fine. I want you to know that we are sorry for making you feel neglected and we love you just as much as we love your brother. Your brother has an illness and we have to know how he’s feeling at all times. Don’t be jealous of your brother, help him just like you did today. You showed a lot of courage by running to get his medicine because your mother and I couldn’t move. We were so focused on his condition that we couldn’t think. You are our little hero and I want you to remember that. Don’t ever be jealous of anyone in life because you don’t know what they are dealing with or what they had to do to get to where they are. When ever there’s a chance for you to get upset or to love. Always choose love.”

(Genesis 45:8 is a good scripture reading related to this about Favor)

She remembers that year as if it was yesterday. It wasn’t even November yet but it seemed as if the seasons went from summer, skipped fall and landed right in the middle of winter. This had to have been the coldest winter yet. She was a faithful giver to the local charity which supported troubled teens by offering free counseling, help with obtaining a high school diploma, job leads, tutoring and many other programs. Her sister was the founder that donated 12 hours out of her day, everyday to the service of working with troubled teens. “Won’t you come meet some of our youth down at the community center?” Her sister asked. “Isn’t writing checks enough?” She couldn’t believe that her sister would ask her of such a thing when it was her contributions that kept the center going. “Why would I waste my time going down there? It won’t make a huge difference? I don’t even know why I continue to give when some of the girls there still end up pregnant before 18 and dropping out of school.” Her sister wouldn’t budge. She always bugged her about coming to the community center and meeting the girls. Her sister thought that if the girls saw that someone of her stature (A reality show star) came to visit them then it would inspire and motivate the girls even more. She finally gave in and went with her sister down to the community center. She shared her story of success with the girls and even signed a few autographs. Some of the girls rolled their eyes at her and called her stuck up. As she was getting into her car that night to leave the community center a young girl about 13 years old ran up to her. “May I have your autograph please?” “Sure,” she said as she gave a half smile and quickly signed her John Hancock. “I just wanted to tell you thank you,” the girl said. “It’s just my signature sweetheart. It’s really not a big deal. It’s not like you asked for an arm or a leg or anything.” “But see that’s just the thing,” the little girl said. I lost my parents in a fire two years ago and one of my legs and my arm was burned really bad trying to escape the fire.” The girl showed the woman her discolored skin. “I wanted to die along with my parents and I was so angry that I didn’t die that I began to run the streets and get into all kinds of trouble at the age of 11. I felt self conscious about my burned skin from the third degree burns and I thought that no one would ever love me and I didn’t love myself. I met your sister a year ago at this community center after I’d gotten into some trouble and was forced to come here. Your sister became my mentor. She taught me about self worth, love and taking responsibility for who I am and what I want to be. I have never met anyone who is as patient as her and I know that it is because of you that she’s able to inspire girls like me. I want to be rich like you when I grow up but I want to have a heart like your sister. The love that she shows to us is worth far more than anything that money could buy.” That day changed that woman forever because she realized that although money can profit a lot, it cannot profit true charity and that’s love. Six months later after spending time at the community center that lady adopted that little girl. And now that little girl is grown and is now the Owner of the Teen Community Empowerment Charity where we believe in “Charity, with Love.” Everyone stood up and clapped as she accepted her appreciation award and she smiled and thanked God that while she was burned and bruised someone still saw her and now she has helped hundreds of teens to recognize their potential and get their lives back on track.

Have you ever been in one of those situations where a friend of yours ย was deeply saddened or upset about something and they came to you for comfort? You listened to their story and wished that there was something, anything, hopefully you could somehow find the perfect words to comfort them? I find myself in this situation a lot. I ask God. Why me Lord? I don’t have a PH.D. in Phycology . Half of the time I don’t know what to tell most of the people that come to me. I’m even shocked that people I’m only mildly associated with choose to confide in me. I always worry about the right thing to say and most of the time I barely say anything. Usually after they vent or tell me whatever is on their mind, they go away with a smile and even thank me. I don’t think it’s a big deal, all I did was listen. But someone once told me that sometimes listening is all a person really needs. You don’t need to have the fanciest vocabulary or impressive words. You don’t even have to hold a degree in counseling. Sometimes a person finds comfort in knowing that someone is there just to be a shoulder to cry on (you’re listening), a hand to hold (you’re listening) or a hug when their world is caving in (you’re listening). Don’t beat yourself up trying to find the right words to say in difficult situations. Let your love speak by simply listening.

Why are we always rushing to get no where? While driving we rush to get in front of the people who’s cruising along only to be stopped at a red light beside the same car that we were single racing. At work we try to rush that report that’s due only to turn it in full of mistakes and why? So that we can rush home to catch our favorite show in time.๐Ÿ™„ And lastly we love to rush, Literally…  Look at the current divorce rate. I hate to be rushed… Period. I know people that live their life rushing, not dating but in general. It works for them but I like to plan ahead and make sure that I have enough time to do whatever I need to do so that if something pops up to interfere with whatever I have going on, I will be prepared. It especially irks me when I barely know a guy and he asks “When are we going to chill?” I need for you to be more specific sir. Too many people definition of “chill” means sex. Ask Netflix about the word chill… ๐Ÿค” What are you rushing for? We just met last week. No I’m not coming over to chill. I’m dating with purpose. With a strong emphasis on dating. Don’t ask me can you get to know me better if what you really mean is can you get to know my Vjay jay.๐Ÿ˜  โœ‹๐ŸพNo! I’m going to shut you down where you stand. So the first thing that I would like is for you to be very clear and specific when approaching me. If you want to get to know me better then ask me questions that will help you get a better understanding of who I am. Call me old fashioned but I also still believe in going on dates. You don’t have to spend a fortune. We can have a picnic at the park. I want to know where you stand in your relationship with God, how do you feel marriage, what are your career goals and do you want kids? I’m not looking for anything temporary. Flashing money doesn’t impress me and neither does how well you’re known in the city… I’m impressed with where your Faith lies and do you have the ability to lead your family in a positive and impactful direction. I don’t want a man that only wants to lay with me, I need a man who prays with me. There are other things that we can discuss but these are some of the main things that I am looking for. I’m middle aged for crying out loud! It’s definitely time to grow up. โฐ๐Ÿ˜’ And by no means am I perfect but  I do want to be equally yoked. I know that some things in my life needs some fine tuning but I can give just as much as I want to receive. ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ˜Š   In the meantime I am loving God, loving myself, my family and learning daily more and more about who I am. So for now I’m just cruising along and enjoying the ride letting the maniacs pass by. ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš˜

When I was in my early twenties I begin to ask God, “What is my purpose in life?” I would see different people doing things in their life that seemed to be so easy for them and they excelled at it. It was as if they were born to do it! “Lord what was I born to do?” Lord knows that I don’t want to be like the man in the parable that Jesus spoke about who hid his talent while others did what they could with what they had. We all know how that story ended for him. (Matthew 25:14-30) God answered me not long after I asked him that question and I thought that the answer he’d give to me would be something difficult or mind blowing but it was quite the opposite. He answered my question with a question. “What is it that you are good at and that you enjoy doing? That is your talent.” I didn’t realize until years later that how that talent would be used would be my gift or contribution to the world. I love to write. I have loved writing since elementary school when I wrote my first short story in second grade. I like to read but I love writing. I don’t want to boast but I think that I’m pretty good at it. I’ve written poems, stories and even plays and most of them have only collected dust (thus the man who hid his talent under grown ๐Ÿ˜•) but I believe that it’s time for me to share my gift with the world. I want to write books that inspire and motivate people spiritually, mentally and physically. I have a deep love for people and I want all of us to be the very best that God intended for us to be. I believe that I can do it! Will there be bumps, hills and mountains along the way? I’m sure of it! I am also sure that in the end it will be well worth the ride. I want to be one of those people that other people say “she was born to do that.” Because I believe that I am. Do I have a lot to learn? Yes and I am willing to. No matter what comes my way I believe that I will get there with the help of God. I believe that “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” Phillippians 4:13. You should too! What is it that you are good at and you enjoy doing? Don’t hide it. Share it with the world! Believe in yourself! Come on. You can do it!