New Year's Resolution? No, Promise!

Howdy partners! Thank you so very much for your support and concern. Things are back to normal and peace has been restored in the house! My father left about a day ago. Tonight, in a few hours, I will be going to Watch Night Service. For those of you who don't know what that is (which I am sure you do), it is a Black tradition, a Black Church tradition as a matter of fact. Don't get me wrong other ethnic churches do it as well. I am going to research Watch Night Service's origins and get back to you. ha. Anyhow, WE all get together pray, a lot of prayer, sing, sing a lot of songs, dance, a lot of praising, and preach, a whole, whole lot of preachn'! In some cases the congregation is allowed to reflect upon the year that is about to pass and decide how they can better their personal situations and personal service for the Lord in the new and upcoming year. Some even give testimonies. I already know what I have to do spiritually. A person who is always in constant evaluation of themselves, their lives, and their surroundings and is honest with themselves, always knows what they have to do to improve. The key is to actually DO IT! I don't have negative influences, so I do not have to worry about "scratching people off of any list." Personally, I want to challenge myself spiritually and see if I can fast for extended periods of time. It goes without saying that I want to become a prayer warrior and immerse myself in Bible stories. So many other religions know their purpose for believing what they believe and practicing what they practice like the back of their hand (am I right), or better than that. For it is too late, it is time for me to honestly, and thoroughly discover my true purpose for myself! What I realize though is that solutions like these always end up on people's list, and then at the end of a whole year they look back and discover they failed miserably at attempting to fulfill their New Year Resolution Desires and sustain them, simply because they did not have a written out plan. So, I need to write a specific goal, a specific plan and stick to it! I have not made New Year's Resolutions in years, however this year it is absolutely necessary. I am resolving...(haha) to loose 50+ pounds. Yes, I love myself and no, I am not insecure. However, I want to stay healthy (and become perhaps healthi-er/better shape), feel more energized, fit into my clothes better (which is always a good reason), and just be all around more healthy. Tino really believes that I cannot do it. He jokes. Though he doesn't know how much it hurts my feelings. I do not take it too personal though, because I know he is only joking. If someone so close to your heart has doubts about your abilities it hurts and can be down right damaging. However, you have all the more power and motivation to prove them WRONG! I cannot wait to see the priceless, Kodak moment, expression on his face when I tighten my arms, slim down my stomach...you get the point. I mean it this time. I have enjoying pigging out over the holiday and now it is cracking down time! The gym 4+ days a week. Cardio training. Interval training. I am doubling my gym time and cutting out sweet snacks. Portion control...here we go. Three months to a new body and a new spiritual walk. And scratch the resolution...This is a PROMISE! This won't be easy though. What are your New Year's Promises? Please tell me...SO WE CAN SUPPORT EACH OTHER! may it be write a book? Happier marriage? Get married? Clean the house? Get rid of a nasty habit?

Deck the Halls with Fouls

There is so much to tell you...I do not know where to begin, but I will try to keep it as short as I can. These past three days have been a roller coaster for me. The first two the family was down in Myrtle Beach, SC. It was so much fun! Tino and I walked the beach at night, jumped in the pool the next day (which was freezing cold), and played Dance Central on the XBox 360. I also met "The Jones(es)." Pastor Jones has sixteen kids, all of which came. They were all respectful and so well behaved. I got to know his older children that were close to my age. I still couldn't break through to my cousin. I shared a room with her. She would stare, but did not say a word. Her baby boy ZaNoah is so beautiful. My dad could not come because his probation is up in 60 days and they are not quite finished yet. I suppose that was a good thing. When we got home he was yelling and physically threatening my grandma. I was scared a little. He even revealed some of his feelings about me and I have done nothing to the man...I hardly know him. I have discovered that my father "loves me," but he does not like me. I remind him too much of his mother and I love that women so much. If I have ever seen an evil spirit I saw it in him last night. I was not starring @ him, but I could hear it in his voice, I could feel it in the air. Grandma had to call the police and dad left. I feel like everything he told me was a lie. He was saying that he wanted to stay celibate until he got married, yet he is running off to be with some woman in Georgia. Am I mad at him? No. We are all only human, we make mistakes, but I do not want/like/need to be around a confused, insecure, mad man when I am young, Black, and beautiful! lol but Seriously, before he got here it was peaceful and loving...now I have to hold my tongue in fear that I might offend him. Why am I sharing this with you...well 1)I told you I would be honest and share what is going on in my life during my college years, 2) I want to speak to situations that may be going on in your life. My advice to you, don't you EVER let someone threaten you and/or disrespect you, IF you have done nothing wrong. Even if you have, you do not have to tolerate someone yelling down your throat, and/or beating you up mentally, physically, or emotionally. I saw the devil last night. I really did. He is mad, because the Lord has a lot in store for me and my family. I am not scared and I will not stand for it. My, my how times change, yet stay the same. Here is my father a 40+ year old man who cannot let go of his anger to save his poor, confused life...not even enough to love me completely or to just live a peaceful life. Do not feel sorry for me...I am alright and as a matter of fact I am still happy. The one thing I have not learned yet it how to make a depressed person feel better. When I am in a room with one, I freeze up and go somewhere else, because as I have told you, I need to be around folks who love and laugh. It is not hard, you just have to learn to forgive people for the wrong they have done to you and move on. Life is too short and the world is too small. Till next time...

PLEASE TUNE IN TODAY...

Good Morning beautiful people! PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO TUNE IN TO THE REDSKINS GAME TODAY VS. THE MINNESOTA VIKINGS @ 1PM! I will be their HONORARY COIN TOSS OBSERVER. SEE YOU ON THE MEGATRON!

I just want to take this time to thank each and every one of you for supporting me, loving me, and putting up with my wild imagination, commentary, and semi-colons! haha I pray that you all have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and/or Happy Holidays and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! We will be talking before the New Year though. We have to talk about this ridiculous New Jordan shoe release craze (Concord 11), and Republicans talking about our First Lady's backside (which is personally hilarious to me. If I were her, I would simply laugh it off and "roll it off my back like a duck." lol) Anyways LOVE YOU! Till next time...

Movie LIFE: Lights, Camera...ACTION!

"How are you beautiful babydoll?...well, I hope." That is how my dad would address all his letters he sent to me while he was still in prison. And I am asking you that same. I pray that your holiday season has been terrific and exciting, or just plain ol' relaxing! If not, there is something you are not doing right. Yesterday I spent the entire day with my BFF (Best Friend Forever) Ruth. If there was ever an unconditional love that was deeper than the roots of trees-that's the love I have for her. I associate her so much with Ruth in the Bible who chose to stay by Naomi's side despite that fact that her husband had died and they both had no money. Ruth is a faithful friend to me, just like Ruth was thousands of years ago. We are total opposites. Funny thing is my name is not Naomi. I still haven't figured out what "Yazzzmeeen" means. Perhaps, cute or funny. Everyone says it means flower, but that's "Jazmine." My name is actually a Muslim name, though I am a Christian. This whole affair is quite confusing. Next time I see my dad I will ask him why he named me such. I love my name though, don't get me wrong. Your name is all you have when there is nothing else. 

I do not know how I got caught up on names. I really wanted to ask you...have you ever, if even just for a day, pretended that you life was a movie? I do. I do all the time! Sometimes there are days that seem so happy and fun that it feels like I'm in a fairy tale. There are some days that are so unbelievably dull or sad that I feel like my life is a soap opera. It's fun. You should try it. Acting like you are in a different place, with a different name with a camera in your face. Sing a song, do a dance, exaggerate a little, laugh louder than you normally would, over enunciate your words. Seriously try it. My movie always has an omniscient narrator (ME OF COURSE) like the voice you are reading in my blogs. I think so so many things, and so so many things I have to keep to myself. So when I am out and about and I think aloud to myself (Ha), I feel like I am in a movie with that hovering voice you always here that guides you step by step into the plot of the story. Try it. If you already have, tell me about it. 

Time Flies When You're Having Fun!

    The days are just rolling by. It's has been such a joy to spend the holidays with my grandmother talking, laughing, eating and watching movies like we always used to do. What makes it even better is that this holiday break, I do not have to spend all day and night completing scholarship/college applications. I am just pure chillin; too much I'm afraid. As a result, I have had the amazing opportunity to leisure read once again. I am reading Pres. Obama's "The Audacity of Hope." He is an excellent writer, but there is so much government  lingo and it is hard to keep up at times. Anyways, I went to my Alma Mater today! That was fun! Got to see my former teachers. I have to say they are all truly committed to their jobs and love what they do. They prepared me (with long hours of homework and studying) for this cruise ride called college and I personally thank them for that.  Later this evening I watched a slave movie with grandma called "Night John." It is excellent. In short, it is about slaves learning to read and the danger/liberation that came out of it. You must see it. I purchased the Roots collection and the Roots New Generation, but I am afraid to watch it. I wonder if it will give me nightmares or scar my "innocent" view of the world and my Caucasian counterparts. I doubt it will, but I have talked to several people who could never finish the series because it was too intense for them.
    Saturday I will be the honorary coin toss observer for the Redskins game vs. The Vikings. This shall be very interesting! I'm excited nonetheless. Then on Sunday, Christmas, Tino and I will be traveling back to North Carolina to spend time with the fam there. They travel to Myrtle Beach every Christmas. This will be my first time visiting Myrtle Beach. One thing you must know I AM SWIMMING! I don't care what you say or how cold it is going to be. There is nothing like swimming and playing in ocean water. I've got my Vitamin C tablets so I don't get sick. haha. Other than that life is life. Enjoying each breathe and trying to make the most of my holiday. That's all you can do right? No sense in complaining; it won't change anything.
PS: If you have not noticed, I use a lot of semi-colons. In the English language this is unprofessional, disturbing, and downright against the law! However, that is the beauty of free writing. No one can tell you that you are wrong and you get to make up your own rules. Well, till next time you sweet people :)

That's What You Get, Yaz!

About to go to the hairdressers...thank goodness! It's been so very long since I have had the works! lol Then it's off to go see my friends from Summer Camp! I'm so excited. We have been through so much together. Anyways, I wanted to tell you a funny story to make you laugh. Ok. So I went to "Five Below" back in NC. If you are not familiar, it's a little trinket store where everything is under five dollars. And tell me why when I was there I purchased a pair of leggings...but these weren't just any leggings. They were the ones that said "One Size Fits All"....sure your right. I open a pair and they seem very stretchy. Days later I put them on..they fit nice, a little low on the hips. I put a nice, long, peach sweater over top with cute boots. Everything went well until I walked out the house! Oh boy, it was on...the leggings began sliding down my hind parts! I pulled them up so much my biceps began to burn (this is not an exaggeration yall). I was so embarrassed. If I got brave and decided not to pull them up at all, they would slide down like jeans on the the men you see on DC streets or New York. To make it worse Tino was along side me laughing! I mean crying laughing..I was too a little though. He was the one who initiated my buying of the things. NEVER AGAIN! lol And don't even ask me why I didnt go back and change because I cannot answer that. :) That's what I get for trying to be cute and trying to be skinny for a day! Haha I was really looking like a thug, unintentionally. NEVER AGAIN I SAY. [These manufacturers need to stop telling tales and tell the truth about the sizes of the material they make.] People act like big girls don't have to wear clothes or don't want to look nice for cheap! geesshhh

The Most Difficult Thing to Do...

Well, one thing is for sure...I am back in the city! I went to the dentist's office today via the metro bus and surely enough the bus began acting up so I had to get off before my stop. The familiar but not-so-pleasant smells greeted my nose just as soon as I walked out the front door. I can tell the difference in the air, now that I have been gone so long. I forgot how bold and brave the men in DC are. Clean cut or raggedy, don't ever underestimate the boldness of a D.C. man. lol But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.
So before I left North Carolina. Pastor Tadd Granstaff at PineRidge Church (A very new. modern type of church) talked about Christmas as the season for giving, for-giving, FORGIVING. Get it? If not, you will in a moment. So during this season, whether we celebrate Hanukkah or Christmas, we always look for "the perfect gift" for him or her. Sometimes we buy gifts for others to cover up anger or guilt that has been eating us up for days, months, or even years. This is the season for giving, so in order to truly enjoy, forgive those who have hurt you. Give the gift of forgiveness. Once you forgive people for the hurtful things they have done to you, then you can move on with your life. However, after you forgive others, you need to do one of the most difficult things that anyone can do and that is acknowledge all the people you have hurt. It is so easy for us to point fingers and hold grudges against people who have hurt us, but what about those we have hurt? #foodforthought. "We tend to judge others by their actions and judge ourselves by our intentions." We can always make excuses for ourselves and for what we did. Something is wrong with this picture. You will be surprised at how anger/guilt free your life will be once you have forgiven ALL those who have wronged you! The bottom line is, we all make mistakes. Once we accept this fact, the easier life will become.

Introspection and College Reflection

Greetings and Salutations Lovelies! My first semester of college is finally complete as well as finals. I am writing to you on the train back to Washington, DC. This semester was honestly a breeze, aside from having to face my arch nemesis once again---MATH! STATISTICS to be specific. I made it through though at Elon with something special. Something that my Black High School failed to provide for me, not that it was their fault; a study group. The mindset of many of my peers back in high school was "Each for himself. Survival of the Fittest." No one wanted to see you doing better than them. In college though, it was a collaborative effort...we locked arms, leaned back, closed our eyes, and knew that someone would be there to catch us when we fell (or to prevent us from falling). My Statistics study group was my life line. We performed as if we were in a "trust building" exercise, you know the ones they always make you do in the middle of the woods? haha. I loved each and every one of them and we all honestly wanted to see each other do well and reach our highest individual potentials. I have learned a lot having lived independently for only a few months. Two things that still prove to be true about myself, which I already knew was 1)I am pretty self-motivated and 2) I have to be around people who make me laugh and those whom I can have honest, deep intellectual discussion with. I need to be surrounded by people who are smarter than me, more motivated than me, and have different perspectives. I am too far mentally to turn back to one-track mindedness.
My mentor from back home told me while things are still fresh in my mind to evaluate what went well and what I could have done better. Since I know I will not have time or want to do it over break, I might as well do it with you all now. So, what went well: 1) I got to know each of my professors intimately, 2) I utilized office hours and study groups, 3) I utilized the free services on campus such as the Writing Center, the Career Center, the Internship Office, the Busar's Office and the GYM! 4) I met a lot of new people, landed a job, and kept a planner (responsibly completed all the tasks I needed/wanted to complete. I think that covers about everything. I really don't regret anything even what's coming next.
Things that could have gone better/situations I could have handled better: 1) I need to learn how to manage my money much better. I need to learn how to buy based on my needs and rule out things that I can get at another time, for clearance after Christmas, and stuff I just don't need at all. For me to come from a middle classish setting, I am pretty high-maintenance. I like the small pleasures/indulgences of life like eyeliner and eyeshadow, sweet smelling perfume and lotion, colorful, warm socks, fancy hoistery and high heels and nice jackets. It is very hard to be on a strict budget when you like these things. 2) And most important, I think I really could have done a better job being a more supportive, open, and understanding roommate. We will leave that at that. LESSON LEARNED: I LOVE COLLEGE, LA UNIVERSIDAD! College is your chance to do, say, experience all the things you dreamed--literally, because after you pay your tuition everything is free/up for grabs! You already bought the cow, so you have a life-time guarantee of milk! haha. People automatically treat you better when you are in the "upper education level tier," if there is a such thing. Sad, but true. Can't wait til Grad and PHD status. lol I pray you all have a Happy Holiday season! I'm sure I will talk to you before then though. Comments? Questions? Please, don't be shy!

"Hypocrisy Exposed":You Should Have Known; Nothing is Free, Not Even Free Speech!

   Ok...Hold up...Stop da press for real this time! I have a feature story in the Elon University School Newspaper, but that's not what I want to talk about. There was also another article entitled "Hypocrisy Exposed," about a student writer for the Pendulum who admitted to underage drinking. That was just dumb! lol This student wanted to make a point that the university, police, and a nearby club "The TapHouse," all need to do more to prevent underage drinking. My thing is, she could have made that point without putting her business on front street. [That's a complete and total no-no in the hood; like I know anything about the hood. haha] Couldn't she have said that "a student" or several students" carry fake IDs to clubs and use them to drink? Everyone everywhere knows that that is the unfortunate truth, so why did she feel it necessary to admit herself to doing such? Now she is being faced with several charges by the Office of Student Conduct at Elon. Now the Pendulum is mad at the school for pressing charges. Their claim is that faculty has been promoting "Free speech," a lot lately, yet they are penalizing a writer for being honest. The school's claim is that "it would be a liability for the university not to judicially interfere when a student admits to engaging in illegal activities."
   If I have ever learned anything in my few years in the work world---THE BIG ENTITY/BUSINESS ALWAYS WINS! The place with the most $ invested, gets the say. ALWAYS! No ifs, ands, or buts about it. If you are publishing a book, your company will more often that not get the final say on marketing strategies (unless you are a famous writer). If you are a television show, the sponsors/owners get the final say in what goes on the air. If you attend college and you admit to doing something illegal on it's campus...they're gonna pursue your dumb bunny butt! lol In the work world you can get kicked out or fired over silly stuff like that. I especially can't do things like that as a Black, Female!? Uh huh, get outta here with that. People don't usually laugh at that joke, but it's true. It's all about perception and it's all about image. Elon is not going to risk being sued, in the event that this girl dies from alcohol poisoning, after she blatantly admitted drinking illegally. What would her parents think if they found out? What if the story was published in the Washington Post? As much as I hate to, I have to take the school's side on this issue and I can speak from personal experience on this one.
   And just as a hint, when folks say "We want Free Speech. Speak Your mind! Release your inhibitions!," they don't really, really mean it! This reminds me of O.J. Simpson. After he paid 33+ millions of dollars to get off on two murder charges, he had the nerve to write a book called "IF I DID IT." Really?! Thanks, O.J., now we KNOW YOU DID IT! If you don't remember anything else, please remember that "Freedom is not FREE! Everything comes with a price!" Especially if you are a Black female! haha. I propose that America stop faking and just become a Communist society and let the government dictate what we can and can't say; do and can't do. They've been dictating every one and every nation almost since the very beginning, just in stealthy, sly, shamefully sneaky ways--those crooks! The World Bank, IMF, The State Treasury, the GOP....all of demmss! [And before you get the wanting to challenge me, it was only a joke, but yet truth. Calm down.]
   Aside from all of this, what blows my mind is that the TapHouse club is directly, I mean just a few feet, behind a church! Now that's foul. I love to dance, but they can keep their confusion and their underage drinkers. I will just keep the dancing party twirling in my head or just stay on the church side. Let me know what you think of this scenario! Please Comment Below!

Strip Club: "The Uncomfortable Story": Nothing Exotic About It

   She enters into a dark, purple room lit by black lights. A thick cloud of smoke greeted her as she walked in and immediately caked onto her skin like soot. The stench of cigarettes and cheap beer overwhelmed the place. Straight ahead were three poles, all occupied with young lady dancers seeming to be no older than 20. Their faces--Blank. There were other girls occupying the floor, making the acquaintance of the few men that were there. Before she had arrived here, her stomach churned sitting in the car--just the thought. What would she do? What would she say? How naked would these women be exactly? Stepping out of the car feeling nauseous; it did not help to see four mysterious looking men, all with leather jackets, hanging out on the corner of the building. In the lobby was a young girl behind the counter with a gigantic rack (like your typical Hooters waitress). She prints out the receipt and on the top it says "Mini Gulf Club." "What a way to disguise your dirty doings," she thinks. Above there is a sign--THE RULES. "No touching!" stood out like a sour thumb. She and her company proceed...now [we] are back [where we started] in the dark, purple room.
    The bartender is the only sense of welcome allotted to the girls. She talks to the first time visitors and tells them "She doesn't mind her job. It pays good money." Later talking to the girl they paid in the lobby; she has a three year old son. Her boyfriend ran away to Europe when she got pregnant. She had to drop out of college, lives with momma (as she calls her), and is now working at this strip club to save money to go back to school. "It makes good money." The assistant manager (an ex-dancer) comes out and sees the visitor pull out a recording device. "NO!" She screams. "You need to talk with the manager!" So they proceed to a small room with a plastic chair and cheap table with a man behind it who looks like the club owners you see straight out of the movies--Slick back hair, earring, jeans, and a t-shirt underneath of a suit jacket. "Ladies, Ladies" he says smoothly. He reiterates that the girls cannot talk to the dancers. The girls proceed out. Our main character comes back to her dorm and sobs. Her name is Nicole Chadwick.
    A sophomore at Elon University majoring in Broadcast Journalism, originally from Dallas, Texas. She was given the assignment in her Broadcast News Writing class to go to "an uncomfortable place" and find a story. The experience made Nicole second guess her ability to be a journalist. She thinks aloud, "Can I really manage to successfully separate my emotions from stories like these? My personal life from my business life?" The experience was a saddening, yet humbling one. To be in a strip club and see young women her age (20) and possibly even younger giving their bodies away for the whole world to see. "Most of them don't have a choice and most of them don't have much education. They need money and this is the easiest and fastest way to get it," Nicole says. She sniffles and puts herself back in that pitiful memory for a moment and proclaims, "I am so blessed. That could be me. That could be me."

[This story is my re-making/interpretation of an interview I conducted with Nicole Chadwick. This is not for re-print or re-distribution without permission from the writer].

YOU BETA SANG CHILD!

    Hello lovelies! Let me start off by saying, I know it has been a while since we've talked. Bad case of writer's block; well, not so much. Last week was so hectic--research and synthesis papers were due. However last night...Last night guys was like a DREAM! We had our Gospel Choir Concert and boy oh boy I do not even know where to begin. I remember in my elementary school years, being tall and chubby and awkward...being teased all the time. When I gave speeches or had events at school no one was there to support me. Sometimes my grandmother would come, which meant a lot. Last night--ALL MY LOVED ONES WERE IN THE AUDIENCE SMILING AT ME! My dad, grandparents, my cousin Pastor McKoy, Tino, his hilarious roomate Alan, my entire hall, two of my guy friends Daniel and Chris, a church member and his wife, and my darling who did my photoshoot, Rachel! I was so overjoyed to have so much support! Anyways...we sang ya'll! lol President Lambert (president of the school) was in the front row with his wife and I saw him starring. I know he remembered me from the Sigma Phi Epsilon dinner (when I had on that royal blue dress that hung like a curtain on me, grandma said. haha. That means I was HOT ya'll! lol) when Tino won the "Well Balanced man scholarship. His face was in awe throughout the entire concert as if to say "So this is what SHE does." and "This is so amazing!" And it was! He could've gone to any other concert or event last night. I know that Twisted Measure (Another excellent singing group on campus who sings barefoot) where performing last night.
     The most exhilarating part of the whole night for me was my ad-lib solo to one of the last songs we sang called Manifest by T.D. Jakes. I BLEW! I have never sang like that in my life, in public, much less a solo! I wasn't me though. I think you know who I am going to accredit that to, but I will let you fill in the blank :) I remember the first true choir I sang in...it was called "The Children of the Gospel." It was a two week summer camp and they taught us techniques--correct posture, diaphragm singing, for sopranos (head singing--to reach high notes), how to read music--Everything! And we would sing every day, all day. I always wanted a solo, but the main guy would always turn me away. I was not ready yet. But after almost 7 years, I WAS READY!
     The spirit was in that place last night...people were getting saved and going to the alter for prayer. It was so genuine. So surreal! And the dream doesn't stop there guys...oh no! At the end--THE HUGS! Man I love hugs, but these were all love hugs. My gospel choir friends and I were hug jumping and screaming because we were so happy for each other. My hall mates showed so much love and support. I got to hug the drummer Julius, such a humble spirit and cutie pie. In the hall later I had three of my favorite mens surrounding me...Tino, Chris, and Daniel. lol They were praising me and of course my future husband Tino stepped in big chested and said "Yes! I want you to know that I am very proud of her!" haha. Isn't it every woman's dream to have three men in awe of you at once? Geesshhh I felt like Beyonce or somebody last night--well, I should say Michelle. She was the only one who ended up singing Gospel. eeeheemm. Later the fam and Tino and I, all went to IHOP. FUN! Two hours later a big group of choir members came (it had to be at least 13 of them if not more) and guess what? Pastor McKoy paid for their meal. I'm sure that wasn't a cheap bill. He looked at me and said "Just sowing a seed darling!" When we left he told them and their reaction was priceless! Some threw up their hands as to say "Thank you Jesus!" lol and others looked at me like "Is he joking?" I shook my head no as if to say, "This guy is for real--he's serious!" I want to do that kind of thing when I get to that stage. My last uplifting words for you...If you keep the faith in yourself and believe that you can do whatever you set your mind to, YOU CAN AND YOU WILL. Yes, it's as simple as that! For me, I will get there by serving the Most High! Things are happening to me that have only played out in my dreams! When they come true, it's even better than what you dreamed! Thank God! I have surpassed the stage of haters having the courage to talk me down, look me down, or try to stop me...nothing but mature adults are in my corner, loving and supporting. Really, that's all you need. And if the haters try..it's not happ'n. I have a POSSE now...a POSSE of the Most High King. Doesn't get any better than that!
"I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens ME!" Philippians 4:13 Love you guys! till next time!