Jade pt. 2

As if time stood still I knew I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. I knew I had to right my response. I just made a mistake, they'd understand. So I decided to pull Rebecca Stauton aside and tell her my error in thinking that stuff was left by a previous tenant that no longer wanted it. I offered to get in the dumpster and remove everything that was in there. Anything that was damaged I'd pay for. I told her I thought I was just doing my job and that I lied because I was afraid of losing my job. I swear I meant no harm. Rebecca understood how the mistake was made and told me not to worry about it. I immediately went to retrieve the items from the dumpster. Ten minutes into my recovery efforts a man leans over the rails of the dumpster and calls for me to come out. He asks me, "Are you Jade?" "Yes I am", I replied. "You're under arrest" he said. "For what", I asked. "Burglary", he proclaimed. "WHAT, but she said it was o.k.", I said in total confusion. "Well, she changed her mind", he said, seemingly with some delight. Just like that my world crashed. Cuffed in the back seat of a squad car headed to jail where I was finger printed, strip searched, dressed out in orange, and booked into population. I faced 3 counts of felony burglary charges. I spent 2 days in jail waiting to see a judge. My parents hired a lawyer by the name of Charles Floyd. His only effort in helping me was getting me out of jail by getting me a signature bond. After that he was useless. He immediately tried to get me to settle on a plea agreement, telling me I'd probably only do 6 months. W.T.F. I mean plea for what? Doing my job!? My only crime was not telling the truth when initially asked. Needless to say he was fired after our first meeting. Mean while of course I was fired from my job. Heck they even kept my last check. I had a little money saved and was able to hire another attorney. His name was Dallas Ryle. I felt I'd be in safe hands with him. Now he was good...well at least at doing one thing...which was getting the trial delayed. Of course all that meant was more money for him. Being that I now had a pending burglary charge on my record, I couldn't find a job anywhere. I applied everywhere, but come on....would YOU have hired me? Naturally my funds dried up I couldn't afford to pay attorney fees any longer. I remember going to court one time and my lawyer told the judge he was going to have to drop me due to non-payment. Somewhat lucky for me Judge Clarence Siliger ordered him to stay on the case as pro-bono. Now that was good because it meant at least I'd have an attorney. Yet in his eyes this was a waste of time for him. For 2 years my case kept getting delayed. Finally June 1, 10:45am. I was sitting in the back of the court room with my girlfriend. My attorney walking toward me seemingly in slow motion. Finally reaching me he says, "The D.A just made an offer and you need to take it". As if I could read his mind, I knew he wasn't going to put anymore effort into defending me. So I excepted the plea agreement. 3 counts misdemeanor theft by taking. 12 months probation for each count. Restoration of $6754.00 to be paid out on a monthly basis. All under nolo contendra. Once I completed probation my record would be clean as long as I stayed out of trouble. Finally an end was in sight to this nightmare I'd been living for the past 3 years. Well at least I thought......
To be continued...

Ralph Bunche Black History

I've got a shocker for you...Martin Luther King Jr. was not the first black man to receive the Nobel Peace Prize.....oh the horror of it all...lol..

You're looking at the first black man to receive this honor.

Ralph Johnson Bunche (August 7, 1904-1971) was born in Detroit, Michigan. His father, Fred Bunche, was a barber in a shop having a clientele of whites only; his mother, Olive (Johnson) Bunche, was an amateur musician; his grandmother, «Nana» Johnson, who lived with the family, had been born into slavery. When Bunche was ten years old, the family moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, in the hope that the poor health of his parents would improve in the dry climate. Both, however, died two years later. His grandmother, an indomitable woman who appeared Caucasian «on the outside» but was «all black fervor inside»1, took Ralph and his two sisters to live in Los Angeles. Here Ralph contributed to the family's hard pressed finances by selling newspapers, serving as house boy for a movie actor, working for a carpet-laying firm, and doing what odd jobs he could find.

Write It!

Write it! While saying my prayers this morning an undeniable voice commanded, "Write it!"

I was praying this morning about being denied what your heart wants. I've always believed that if you want something, chase it until you get. Life says this rule no longer applies. Yet everything in me calls for the opposite of what life says. Understanding that rejection is a real thing, I've learned that you must set boundaries in what you seek. Be willing to stand and say o.k. to not having all that you desire even while chasing it, is true love. That's for anything and anyone you seek. Doesn't mean your desire for those things have to change. What if Christ stopped desiring to save us? What if every time we turned from Him, He gave up? Yes rejection hurts but keep loving anyway. Keep pressing toward what you desire. If it serves to be good, then come what may you've loss nothing if it ends without tangible proof.

Million Miles From Home

"A million miles from home. So far from the place I belong." Awaken to a newness that feels melancholy. The sun doesn't seem to shine in this corner of the world. No hint of lumination in sight to ease this wound. As a lost puppy searching for familiarity I press forward. Transition into fresh starts and unconquered worlds are bound to bring comfort. Goodbye my home, from which I once belonged.

DaShand R. Ray

DaShand R. Ray
I lost my cousin this month on the 17th of 2003. He died after being trampled to death in a Chicago night club. You may remember this because it made national headlines. Several young lives were taken that night. I came across his funeral program while looking for a cd for a friend. Every time I see his picture, it grabs me. He always seems to be staring through me. I swear sometimes I can feel his joy. Though he's no longer here, he will NEVER be forgotten. He was born May 4th, 1978. He had a charm that would just draw you in. Growing up we spent a lot of time together. His future was so bright. He was called home so soon, but I know he's sitting with the angels making sure his love ones remain in the book of life. I like to think that he goes to see the Holy Spirit in His office when he see's one of us headed down the wrong path. Gently telling Him to look out for us. Thanks Shan. I love you, and I miss you.

What am i chasing

Falling for the wrong person can lead you down the road of pain. Chasing the wrong thing is guaranteed to end in destruction. Does the person truly have your best interest in mind? For real, ask yourself that question. Before you ask them that, ask yourself what is truly best for you. Life has this way of showing you everything it has to offer. Yet you can miss so much focusing on the wrong things. Listen for God, he speaks to us in many ways. Determine yourself to get to where He wants you to be. Not many of us are willing to chase after Him. Lets change that!

Inspiration to me

So this morning as I started my day gospel music was playing in the background and I began to think of someone that inspires me. I'm pretty sure she has no idea how much she does, but she does. She's the one that introduced me to this blogging thing. Which I truly enjoy. Expression should be shown in many ways, yet so often we limit ourselves on finding ways to do so. When I met her she was outstanding to me by appearance alone. She's a soulful beautiful person with a outside the box attitude of style. She's one to be noticed. From day one we've clicked like a man and a remote control. Everyday I look for ways to improve myself. I make it a point to do those things that I tend to put off til tomorrow. I want to be smarter, kinder, and overall a better human, and a better man. God places you in places that feed into who He knows you are. We miss it more then we catch it. I believe I caught this one. Thank you Diane "Woot" Feghabo for simply being you

Jade Again

So here it be yet again pen to pad expressing life. From the back of a squad car I watched as my former life of confidence, love, peace, and pure joy faded away as we drove away. A dark voice telling me to sit up. As if to say, sit up boy so that everyone can see you being taken to jail.
Before the epiphany of the above moment I was on my way. Though my accomplishments were minor, they were mine to have. As a child I had a natural talent for fixing things. You name it I could fix it. It only seemed natural for me to apply for a maintenance job I’d seen in the local paper. At 17 I was a shoo-in for the job. Making adult money I moved into my first apartment. Yeah baby, yeah! I had things going for my-self. I was dating the “hot girl”, and lived in a “nice area”, driving the “bad car”. Heck I even got a promotion a few months after starting my job. I was assigned to work at a new complex. There were only 2 of us at the time I arrived. It was myself and the maintenace supervisor, who was hired mainly because he knew how to clean pools. Both of us were new to the property and things were going just fine. I was training my supervisor on maintenance issues and he was training me on clerical duties. Part of my responsibilities was pre-move in (punch out) inspections. Basically making sure the unit is ready for the new tenant to move in. 4:30pm Friday, March 30th, I went to the last unit on my list to punch out. 4:55pm. I lock up the unit and proceed to check the outside storage area which was 3x3 sq. ft of space. To my surprise the space was full of stuff. I mean there was a ironing board, old books, milk crates, shoes, encyclopedias’, a box of glasses, and an old hand held black and white TV set. Man it was 5 minutes to quitting time. A storm was coming and I was ready to go home. I hurried to the office to check our move in-out board. A new tenant was scheduled to move in on Monday. Dang! So the space had to be cleared. Everyone was already gone for the day, and by it being Friday this had to be done. I went back and cleared the space. 2-3 trips to the dumpster and it was done…..
Monday April 3, 9:00am. I walk into the office and right away I sense something’s wrong. I see the office manager waving for me to come over. She’s standing there with a black female whom was introduced to me as Rebecca Stauton. The office manager asked me one question. It would change my life forever. She said, “Jade, did you see any stuff in the storage unit of 735?” Before I could gather myself a “NO” came out.
To be continued…

Nigeria Black History

Little known facts about Nigeria. Of the entire continent of Africa it has the largest population of 115 million people. It's the worlds 5th largest oil producer. It's history dates back to the 5th century b.c. Her people speak over 400 languages, some of which are being threatened with extinction. As with many nations she's still finding her way. With many changes in leadership through the decades, she's seen much bloodshed. With the election of Umaru Musa Yai'Adua in 2007 it is hoped that unity will be achieved throughout it's people, and that what Nigeria offers the world will profit Her much!

I Awakened

I awakened with you this morning, though you were not here. I envisioned your eyes, your smile, your lips and your shoulders. You are by far one too love. Yours are that, that commands an army's attention through eye contact alone. Yours are the deep folds in one's artistic abilities unmatched through your smile. Yours are the oceans waves that kisses beaches. Yours are the canvas I wish to draw a conclusion on with tiny osculations to them.

Mirrors

I reached for you, yet you were not there. I cried for you, yet you didn't seem to care. I wanted to grow with you, yet you choose to stay the same. I needed you, yet you turned away. I whispered in your ear, yet you hated my melody. I tried to feed you, yet my bread you called stale. I loved you, yet it wasn't enough. I prayed for you, yet you continue as you are. How long must this go on before you change these things? How long must I wait for you to finally see? How many tears must I lose before you reach to wipe them away? How long must I stand with empty arms? I reach inside myself to discover these things I seek dwell inside me.

Prince Hall Black History

Prince Hall is recognized as the Father of Black Masonry in the United States. Historically, he made it possible for Negroes to be recognized and enjoy all privileges of free and accepted masonry.

LOUIS ARMSTRONG Black History

(1900-1971) Bandleader, entertainer and the first great jazz soloist to achieve worldwide fame and influence as a trumpet player and symbol of a new music.

Addictions

Today I had to tell a friend off! I mean I cursed his ass out. I’ve reached the point of pure disgust and just plain ole’ pissedofftivity (pissed- off- tiv- ity). The problem is he’s addicted to alcohol and drugs. I’ve held my tongue far too long, and it all came out today.. I’ve seen firsthand what this addiction does to not only the person using, but also the people that care and love them. I’m getting a little pissed now, as I’m sitting this. Inside I’m screaming – Stop being selfish and get some freaking help! You got a PROBLEM!!!! Sorry, I’m still working on that. Love is patient and not easily provoked. I just want the best for him. So, there are 2 things I want people that read my page to do. 1-Is pray for him. 2- Is if you’re dealing with this too, speak up! I’d like to add one more. If you’re one that has a problem, please get help to stop. Please!
I did call him back with more of loving approach. Thank you God for whispering in my ear.

TD Jakes Black History

Bishop came to my church one Sunday morning to speak to men. All I can say is it was TRULY life changing. He spoke in a way only a man could have. He reached so many of us that day.

"You are no greater than what you believe. You are no stronger than your belief system. You cannot have victory without conflict. You can't have healing without sickness. You will never understand pleasure without pain. God's grace is painted on the canvas of despair. The greater the battle - the greater the spoils. Faith becomes the foundation I'm built on.
"Something happens whenever you sacrifice. The enemy is great at changing a word or two!"

Sidney Poitier Black History

This man is my single vision of speaking. His ability to tug at you through the simple use of words is mesmerising to me.

"I'll always be chasing you... Glory."

"We suffer pain, we hang tight to hope, we nurture expectations, we are plagued occasionally by fears, we are haunted by defeats and unrealized hopes . . . The hopelessness of which I speak is not limited. It's in everything. There is not racial or ethnic domination of hopelessness. It's everywhere."

Malcolm X Black History

This was one of my hero's growing up.

"Don't be in a hurry to condemn because he doesn't do what you do or think as you think or as fast. There was a time when you didn't know what you know today."

"Stumbling is not falling."

"There is no better teacher than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance next time."

Marcus Garvey Black History

The Mystic TouchThe Mystic Touch Many years ago we fell asleep by the sedative of the superman, but the mystic magic of nature wand says awake and rise again. Too long has thou slumbered, too long has time passed you by, your work on earth is delinquent and you cannot reign on high. If it's true that you've awaken, good for you,...

Quote of the day

True love looks for ways to say yes.

Qoute of the month

Be willing to climb a mountain of no's, to get to one yes.

Age

When is love at an out of reach state? When is age a defining moment to love or not? Where should the line be drawn between the two? Love comes in many forms. Those lucky enough to genuinely find it will tell you it has no limits. They will tell you it is patient, and kind. Love is pure hope which rests in faith. Above all love is the thing we ALL have, and there-fore it’s the greatest gift we can give. I’ve learned that MY perception of love is wrong. I’ve tried to place it in a box of my likes and dislikes, yet somehow, someway I’ve been proven wrong many times. Love is always within reach. It is what we choose to do with it that makes the difference. Age has it’s many gaps, but if love conquers all then need I say more. Jay Z and Beyonce are 12 years apart. Winnie and Nelson are 18 years apart too. We’ve celebrated their togetherness. That’s their love thing, which shouldn’t be measured by us. That’s they’re thing. Love is open to many things. Find rest in it. I know this is all over the place but that under the weather thing is trying to rear its head again.

What are the main ingredients in a marriage? What sustains one? What should be in place before one?

Still under the weather

Jade

Hey it's me again Jade. A second away from changing my life. My brother you know the one that tortured me when I was younger? Yeah him! Well he got into a fight with of all people, his best friend. Now I'm not sure how it started but I do know how it ended. Keep in mind I was pretty young at the time. Anyway, somehow his friend tried to get my brother jumped after school. Well he did get into a fight after school, but he didn't get jumped. The person that started the whole thing was my brothers friend. Well one thing lead to another, and next thing I know our phone was ringing off the hook with people threatening him, my other brother and all kinds of stuff. No we don't really back down from a fight so it was on like Donkey Kong. With me ready for war. Yes war! My brothers went down stairs and cut the pool table sticks in half, and I went upstairs to my parents room to get my fathers pistol. Which I had done so many times before. Only this time I truly planned on using it. No my parents had nor have any idea that this happened. My brothers didn't even know about me getting the gun. After we finished preparing for battle, my older brother called the enemy to inform him that we'd be coming in five minutes to whoop some ass. I swear it seemed like we were in the cowboy days because everyone seemed to know that in five minutes all hell was gonna break lose. So there we were. The three of us walking through the alley towards glory. Yes glory. When we arrived there they stood. The one that started this whole thing along with his 3 other friends. They came prepared as well. One even had a big ass chain he was planning to use. Now keep in mind I'm probably 12 maybe 13 or so. Everyone else is about 17 or 19 or so. So I really should not have been there. But there I am face to face with the enemy. Suddenly one of them hauls off and smacks my brother. That's when all hell broke lose. I mean there were fist flying everywhere. I was doing my best to keep my brothers from getting hurt but they really didn't need me. That was until my brother knocked one of them out cold and another one came running over to him about to knock my brother in the head with a stick. Thats when it happened. I pulled out that pistol I'd been carrying and aimed it at that boys head that was about to streak my brother and pulled the trigger. Just as my little fingers was able to fire my oldest brother ran toward me and pushed my arm away to keep me from shooting that guy in the head. I swear it was if time stood still. Everyone stopped fighting and looked at me. My brother was hurt, scared and mad and sad all at the same time. As if a bell had rung the fighting was over. My brother took the gun away from me and we all went home. I told him I was only trying to protect my other brother from getting hit in the back of his head. He didn't care. He was just wounded that he allowed me to be apart of the whole thing to begin with. So much could've happened if he'd not been there in time to push my hand away. So thanks Rocky for changing my life.

This was a nice week if I may say so myself. Although there is one thing that keeps bothering me. This week we had our annual employee meeting. Two of my co-workers rode with me in my car. In my cd player at the time was Dave Holister. Not the old r&b music but rather his new sound which happens to be gospel. Nothing wrong so far, except instead of letting the cd play as I would've done if I were alone, I ejected the cd and turned to hot 107.9 which is a hip-hop station. Now don't get me wrong I like some hip-hop too so that wasn't the problem. The problem is, why I stopped the cd in the first place. Honestly I think I stopped it because I didnt want to seem like a lame (which by the way, I'm soooooo not....trust!) because I listen to gospel music, and it wasn't even sunday. The problem with that is why did I feel the need to change to make someone else comfortable. This only seems to happen when it comes to displaying my belief in God. Not sure why this seems to happen, but it pisses me off often. Yes I love some gospel music. Yes I aim to please God. Yet when the opportunity presents itself to show people that you can chill and and fun, yet still respect and love God I sometimes miss that window. I HATE THAT! Other than that this was a nice week.

So Beautiful

Sobeautiful
VERSE I
your my baby my lover my lady all night you make me want you it drives me crazy I feel like you were made just for me babe tell me if you feel the same way
cause it just feel so right I dont wanna waste no time if i had to choose i know im gon always choose to be with you cause girl dont you know
CHORUS I
girl dont you know you're so beautiful I wanna give all my love to you girl not just a night but the rest of your life I wanna be always here by your side
girl dont you know you're so beautiful I wanna give all my love to you girl not just a night but the rest of your life I wanna be always here by your side
VERSE II
when you're not here you dont know how muych i miss you the whole timeb on my mind is how much imb gonna get to make you feel so good like you know i could tell me if you feel the same way
cause it just feel so right I dont wanna waste no time if i had to choose i know im gon always choose to be with you cause girl dont you know
CHORUS II
BRIDGE
BREAKDOWN
VAMP
baby dont you know you're so beautiful, baby dont you know you're so beautiful, baby dont you know you're so beautiful, baby dont you know you're so beautiful..

Musiq SoulChild

Valentine

Well here we are, the big love celebration day. No I do not really believe in the whole Valentine thing but it's here. So for those of you that do.....Happy Valentines Day! I guess I shouldn't say I don't believe in it at all. I should say if you're in a relationship you should be be showing love daily. If you're in the "chase", then it's a good thing to participate in Valentines Day. I like the whole, "will you be mine" saying. However once he/she is yours, show that you're glad they made the choice to choose you, daily! Guess that's that fairy tale in me coming out again. I will add one piece of advice to those in the chase....Be creative.

A little under the weather today.

Master of my domain. Soup Nazi. The Spit Thery. Name this show.

My name is Jade

My name is Jade. I grew up in the big city of Chicago on the south side. I'm the youngest of 3 boys. So some would say I'm spoiled because of that. Because my parents were tired of all the whooping that had to be given to my older brothers when it came to me they say I was spared quite a bit. I say whatever, I was tortured by my brother (the middle one). Though I guess looking back, all those times he'd punch me or bust my chin or give me a knot on my head somehow, or lock me in a dark room, that was just his way of showing me love. Now don't get me wrong we did and do love each other, I'm just the little brother. No worries I got mine in too. Yup growing up in the windy city. Ahh the days when life was just fun, fun and more fun. I remember playing outside riding my green machine and thinking I was driving an Indy 500 race car. My friends and I taking a long bike ride to Forrest Preserve to race down a hug hill that when looking back seems a bit dangerous. I can at this very moment hear the good ole ice-cream trunk from blocks away headed my way. I remember beating my friends at the arcade on everything from ms. Pac-Man to cenepede to mortal combat. Yup we all seemed to be on top of the world. Don't let me start on Atari and colego vision! Oh snap and when Nintendo came out mannnn! Donkey Kong was the junk. You had to blow into the cartridge to get it to play right. Heck sometimes you had to put it in the freezer for a while for it to work. Damn Nintendo games. I remember being on punishment and for whatever reason the sun was the brightest on these days. Everyone was outside! Birds would be singing the loveliest of songs. Seemed as though my friends could fly all of a sudden! Heck even the mean dog on the block was chill. All because I'd be on punishment. Thanks mom! I mean those things never seemed to happen when I wasn't locked in the house. Yeah memories of my childhood are vivid yet life's true ability to become transparent wouldn't hit me until later in life some 750 miles away from the windy city.

Thank you Father for your many blessings. Thank you for the angels that surround me. Thank you for waking me up to thank you. For all of my faults you still protect me. You still love and care for me. Thank you. I ask that you continue to make me over into a new man. Fire proof me in the way only you can. Prosper me in all thy ways so that I may be a light that others shall take up this love of Christ. Thank you for picking me up when I fall. Thank you for the tools of life that you provide. Thank you thank you thank you!!! Thank you that in it all you will get the glory. Thank you. Lord I thank you!

The Chase

A friend of mine asked the question that many of us face from time to time. He asked, "now that I've got her, I don't want her. What should I do?"
My question is when do you give up the chase? There are many factors in the equation of a chase. First there needs to be a self worth established. Then asking yourself what do you really want to obtain, by winning her? Because once the chase is on, it usually becomes more intense. Often the longer the chase the more the commitment of acquisition becomes. Just as a cheetah chases it's prey at 70mph with fierce intensity, so goes the chase of a woman. Yet at some point victory or defeat must run it's course. As that very prey turns, jumps and stops on a dime, so does the male in a chase for a woman. Most times the prey can and will outlast the hunter. Same goes for men and women. Now if during this chase, the prey shows ANY signs of giving up the hunter will get a boost of adrenalin to sustain it-self a while longer. In order for the hunter to give up he must not have gained even an itch of victory during this chase. This is where the chase of a women takes it's turn. Often passive and enjoys the chase she will keep this paste for as long as either she's ready to give in or you've had enough. Again I ask when is that moment? I believe a woman can never be truly understood. Yet I do believe that conclusions can be made using certain factors. One of which is the moment she slows down to let you get a peak of just what it is you've been after. Once this happens you're there! Now it's all on the male. Decision time! At that moment I believe the answer will lull with the very thing it should have started with; your self worth. If you've been satisfied with what's been given back then the chase continues. If not, well I think we know the answer.

Unfair disadvantage. Made to learn life at an early age. Bars blocking freedom erased possibilities. Surroundings of war fair wounded me at the age of 14. Stepped into man shoes at 18. Limited life at 21. Business owner at 22. “Hustle man “ at 25. Married at 24. Home owner at 25. Father to my son at 26. Freedom at 30.

His name is Jade.

She Haunts me!

She haunts my desires with passion yet unleashed. Her glow brightens the sun. Her laughter lifts my spirits. Her zest is admired. She makes me want to be better. She makes me smile with thoughts of her. Her dedication is wise. Her beauty is breath taken and not in the corny way. All this zeal yet I cannot obtain.

Africa

Why is that Africans don't like us black Americans? I know we Americans can have a smug attitude at times. Yet the core of who we are is African. What it must feel like to be born and raised in Africa. A place I envision to be of such beauty. Gods chosen paradise. I know we often fear the unknown which may be portrayed through laughter or tautness. This is our arrogance to believe that since we're not used to something, the something must be wrong. I strongly stand against such stupidity. Who are we to group people into this box of you're not like me so....? I want the connection that we should have to be mended so that we can experience one another unlike any other race of people. It's time to put away our petty differences and come together to rebuild a bloodline that was snatched away so many years ago. We are uniquely linked unlike any other group of people. I'll be the first to say there is much I can learn from my brothers and sisters in Africa. Such as family! Such as strength! Such as faith! Such as recognizing true beauty! Although it's whispered that because I'm America I'm not liked; To that I say forgive me of my ignorance and teach me a better way of intertwining with you, as my ancestors did some 450 years ago.

Thanks

To the mother of my son. I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for your patience with him. Thanks for those times you woke up to give him breast milk when you were dead tired. Thank you for always showing him love even though he may have gotten on your nerves a time or two. Thank you for dressing him in the finest of things. Thanks for giving him the room he wanted (fireman). Thanks for looking at him and allowing him to find peace in your eyes. Thanks for insuring that he goes to the best schools. Thanks for your many sacrifices. Thanks for not allowing anyone to piss you off during your pregnancy. Thank you for the many, many things you do that I have not mentioned.

Just Asking

Do you know when God is talking to you? Do you listen when He’s telling you to do or not to do something? Do you really believe the stories in the bible? Do you believe in heaven and hell? Just asking.

LOVE IS PATIENT

How do you save someone that doesn’t want to be saved? This question was posed to me this week. My response was silent because the person asking didn’t want to hear my true opinion. I believe everyone has their own path to journey into. Unless this is a child, forcing someone to move in the direction YOU think they should is not right. All you can do is make it known you concerns, and wishes for that person. Encourage them by letting them know you want the very best for them. Don’t get mad if they don’t heed you advice. Flow in love, which by the way is patient…ALWAYS and FOREVER.

Today's Inspirational Quote:

"I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar."

-- Robert Brault

Heart broken

Life Challenges

Life and it’s many changes and challenges. From new to old, life never stops. There are many crossroads to bare many of which can truly be difficult. Not knowing if you’re making the best decisions for not only you, but for others that are affected by your moves. All of which are quite frankly, scary. My confession is that I’m scared shitless underneath my for going appearance. I know I’ve made many choices that have not been some of my best moments. I know what I’ve gained from them, and I know what I’ve lost as well. I know I’ll make more mistakes as my life continues. I just don’t want to make the big ones anymore.