God & Guns

             Correct me if I'm wrong, but God went to war when necessary. What did the people fight with? Did you say weapons? Yes, that's correct. Christians had weapons, how about that. The Lord giveth and He taketh away; didn't God kill Pharoah's son, and the son Bathsheba & David had together? Does God get angry? Yes, of course he does and based on these facts alone; I say God and guns mix.
             D.L. Hughley discussed whether pastors should bring guns to church with his panel on the D.L. Hughley show which aired 7/31/15. I've heard of a few occasions where people were killed IN church before the South Carolina event happened. These are dangerous times we're living in. I think it would be beyond stupid for the pastors not to protect themselves. Yes, it's sad that no place is safe anymore, but it's our reality isn't it?



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One Man Can Change The World

      


      Big Sean's cut "One Man Can Change The World" is one to keep on your anthem list. I love hearing inspiring tracks from young artists; it gives me hope that all is not lost. I don't need to hear 20+ cuss words every verse, or envision all the fantasies you've brought to life. Every black person isn't out for the next high, or selling it. I have a dream or two and I need tracks such as "One Man Can Change The World" to keep me going. Big Sean had a praying grandmother and it shows; he's young and wise.
              One man can change the world is solidified truth. I'm not speaking on the song, but on the statement itself. Where would we be if any leader male or female didn't operate on faith? Everyone has a gift to share and it'll make room for you in this world. Your gift is life changing for you and the people assigned to the sound of your voice. It's on you to have the faith to believe that your gift could change the world. One thing's for sure, you'll never know if you don't try. I challenge you to do one thing you've never done before the year is out. You can write one page to your new book; write one song for your new CD; draw one sketch; sew one outfit for your new collection etc. Just do it, whatever it may be.


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Generational Curses: Bobbi Kristina Brown

               I hated to hear of Bobbi Kristina's passing. I wanted her to survive and come out of the coma. I knew if she passed in February, the media would just tear her and Whitney apart. I'm a big Whitney Houston fan. I cried like a baby when Whitney passed. I'm aware of the charges and vices for both women. However, has anyone ever asked how Whitney ended up being an addict? Whitney did start in the industry young. I'm not looking for excuses, but I feel there's a reason for everything. Whitney had a hard time accepting she was good enough. Did she ever know how she was truly adored?
                Bobbi Kristina witnessed her parents ups and downs. Parents are our examples. The situations people get into are generational curses. Addicts will beget addicts if God isn't in the picture. What were Bobbi Kristina's beliefs when it came to God? I remember when Bobby and Whitney were baptized in that river years back. Did Bobbi Kristina ever get baptized? I pray she had that opportunity. Her world was unstable and her life was short because of it. We (parents) have to watch the seeds we sow because we might not reap it, but our children or grandchildren could. God said the sins of the father could fall on 4 generations. This gives us every reason to watch the choices we make on a daily basis, right?
         
                                           Whitney & Bobbi Kristina was here...


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Chattanooga, Tn Makes Headline News

    
   You couldn't have paid me to believe that such an event of domestic terrorism would happen here in my hometown, or become a CNN headline. There was an armed man who targeted two National Guard facilities. He fired 25-30 shots in a blink of an eye. There were 4 fatalities and 3 injured in the aftermath. I can see the uneasiness in people's faces. My husband and I didn't know the full story until 1pm that afternoon. He got a call around 12:30pm informing him not to travel near Amnicola Hwy. My husband just said " a cop got shot on Amnicola". We just assumed a dope dealer was running from the cops and retaliated. I knew the story had to  be bigger because it was announced on the radio that the major networks were headed to Chattanooga for the police conference. I had no choice but to believe it because the coverage was ALL over the news. We were definitely a small town on edge. I'm an unarmed officer in Security. This event makes me reevaluate my protective methods. I can reprimand unruly people daily, but to deal with a terrorist is another level. I humbly pray for comfort for the family of the 4 men slain. I guarantee they didn't see this coming in life. This situation affirms to me, to never underestimate a small town. Life is truly unpredicatable; anything CAN happen.


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Thugs v/s Kings

           Which 4 letter word describes you? The two will never be the same. A thug can never be a king and vice versa. Kings go church; thugs live in the clubs, especially strip clubs. This is how Future could mess up his happy home with Ciara. I'm a fan of Future's; no shade, but you should know when to turn in your "player's card". Kings work; thugs slang. I've dated a dope dealer or two and the money is fast, yet it comes with a lot of trouble. Your phone gets tapped, people knocking at your door all times of the night; your significant other going in and out of jail. Any legal job is better than all that turmoil. Kings love coming home to a peaceful woman of course; thugs run the streets. Thugs have to be with their boys. There is nothing heavenly in the streets at the end of the day. Chop it up however you wish. Kings take care of their family without having to be asked. He can see Lil 'D is outgrowing his jeans or shoes like you can. Thugs take money from their girl; they keep excuses on deck. Some queens are dating thugs and got the positions all wrong, like Yung Joc's girlfriend on Love & Hip Hop Atlanta. He's supposed to lead and provide. I believe in a woman getting out to work herself but don't emasculate him in the process. Who's the man, him or you? Kings show love; thugs hurt you. Kings don't hit you; thugs will treat you like a man on the street. For example, Yung Berg didn't have to dump Hazel's purse out on the ground like he did on Love & Hip Hop Hollywood. Saigon acted a complete fool with Erika on Love & Hip Hop New York. You think their child will like seeing his mother treated like that when he gets older. I watch it all and I learn from everybody. Kings respect their wives or girlfriends. Thugs got everybody and their mama in their bedrooms. Weigh the scales for yourself. Is their more bad than good? If the answer is more bad than good, then my friend it is time to make a move. If their is more good than bad, then let time do her thing. Men definitely need time to mature and they will get there. Snoop Dogg, Ice Cube, and Mendecees didn't need a gun to their head to make it right with their ladies, did they? My grandma always said "if it takes a man longer than 2 years to make you his wife, then you're wasting your time". It don't take all day to recognize sunshine, do it?



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Deadweight Daddy

          I'm 38 years old with 10 half-siblings. My dad has 5 boys and 6 girls including me, ranging from 48-27 years of age. There are at least 9 nieces and nephews that I know of thanks to Facebook. Yes, Facebook and this is where my dilemma begins. I always knew of one sister and one brother growing up because my mom told me of them. I met one of my younger brothers in 1990 because we were attending the same school at the time. I was in the 8th grade and he was in the 5th grade. We didn't have a clue that we were related. My homeroom teacher asked me if I was related to this child because we had the same last name. I told the teacher that we weren't related. He was a unruly student too; I wasn't trying to hear this news. My teacher said " I think you should take a look into that". I laughed at him and left.
           God being God I started watching the child and noticed certain features he did have. I asked my best friend at the time to ask him who his dad was. She asked him and he said my dad's name. I  was in disbelief. I met the oldest brother in 1993 because we were attending the same high school. He was 17 years old and I was 15 years old. He was a junior and I was a sophomore. We both chose Drafting as our vocational class. This was the brother I always knew of, but he didn't have a clue who I was. I was conflicted whether to tell him or not. He was popular and I was a book worm; we were night and day.
            God being God again we came into the truth over a Six Flags trip we were about to have. We both joined FBLA and in return they were taking us to Six Flags. My teacher was writing out my receipt for the trip. My brother sounded out my name as he was writing it and then he asked me who my dad was. I said our dad's name and he was in tears and disbelief. I felt helpless. I didn't know how to comfort him. I'm 15 years old; I shouldn't be meeting siblings in school. This is my dad's responsibility right? He created me, I didn't create him. I did have a relationship with my dad until he married this woman. My oldest brother and I turned out to have a cool relationship and then we got distant in adulthood. He introduced me to one of my older sisters in 1993, I was  16 and she was 23 years old. She claims she doesn't remember this day, but I'll get to that later. Who forgets meeting a half-sister? He also introduced me to 3 little brothers and a younger sister. My dad had these 4 in his new marriage and the bad little boy I met first was the oldest of this little group.
             Our reunion went smoothly, but I didn't see them again until I was 17 years old. My dad didn't know I was working at this buffet and brought the kids with him. They asked him about me, and he's never denied me, yet they are all strangers to me, why? Some of our kids are close in age. My son went to high school with one of my nephews (his cousin) and they're strangers. Sometimes I wish I knew nothing, but unfortunately I do. I just tell my kids to keep it moving; to accept that we'll never know my dad's side.
            In 2011, I reached out one last time on Facebook. This is where that sister I met in 1993 claimed she didn't remember meeting me then. I guess I imagined dad's blue Cutlass Sierra too, or that Sade's "Kiss of Life" was playing on the radio and we were both fans of it. Yeah, it's all in my head. Here I was 34 years old still trying to know brothers and sisters; nieces and nephews, pathetic right?  I told the Lord that this would be the last time I reached out to them. This merry go round has to stop. I settled in my heart that when I turned 40 years old; nobody better come into my presence from his side of the family. It's a weary situation at times and I can't afford to carry around the negativity. I wish my dad and siblings well, but they're all deadweight. I just think it's abnormal to have that many siblings and everyone claim they know God, but we're this distant. I hate my kids have a negative outlook when it comes to family. I feel responsible for that sometimes, yet it's not my fault either, is it? I hate when people say "ain't nothing like family" it means nothing to me and it should, right?


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Queens v/s Bitches

            You didn't get the memo? Yes there is a difference! Just to name a few examples: Queens go to church; bitches go to clubs. I have been to a club before  a few times, but I didn't get lost in the lifestyle. Queens work for money; bitches sex for money. I don't hold my hand out to no man. I expect my man to know his position and provide, but I'm not sitting around waiting on him either. I think it it takes two to provide for a household nowadays. God said "you have to work if you want to eat". Queens cook; bitches don't know how, they want to eat out ALL the time. Yes, I like eating out, but I KNOW how to cook. I would be ashamed to tell a man that I didn't know how to cook. My husband prefer I cook, but I work too, and sometimes we are going to have some Papa John's or KFC moments. Queens stay at home; bitches run the streets. I have children and I can't help them with homework if I'm out kickin' it all the time. I can't spend family time in the streets. Kids shouldn't have to raise themselves. You shouldn't let a child go until they reach 18 years old. They didn't ask to be here. Queens dance; bitches twerk. I explained this in a previous blog. Queens show love; bitches intentionally hurt you. Queens respect the relationship, exemplify faithfulness, and loyalty. Bitches date more than one man, and they disrespect men in private and public. Queens don't need four or five cuss words a sentence. Queens are classy; bitches are ratchet; bottom line.
           Here in recent years; I've noticed bitches are getting the wifey status way too soon. I have to wonder if men really know the difference. Then again, if his mom's a bitch, then how should he know the difference? Now that's the million dollar question.



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