Monday, March 1, 2010

"Hear My Call" Jill Scott 41st NAACP Image Awards

Here I am again
Asking questions
Waiting to be moved
I am so unsure
Of my perception
What I thought I knew
I don't seem to
Where is the turn
So I can get back
To what I believe in
Back to the old me and
God, please hear my call
I am afraid
For me
Love has burned me raw
I need Your healing
I need Your healing
I need You


I've been such a fool
How did I get here?
Played by all the rules
Then they changed
I am but a child to Your vision
Standing in the cold and the rain
Lost here in the dark
I can't see
How to take a step
What is happening?
Oh this hurts so bad
I can hardly breathe
I just wanna leave
So, God, please hear my call
I am afraid
For me
Love has burned me raw
I need Your healing
I need Your healing
God please hear my call
I am afraid
I am so afraid
Love has burned me raw
I need Your healing
I need You
Please
Please
Please
Please

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Random Thoughts

I had some random thoughts running through my mind today...And I felt like sharing.

Enjoy!

I love the Kia commercial with the sock monkey, the song is awesome and the car is cool

Why are there 8 hot dog buns and 10 hot dogs in a pack?

Effective communication includes correct spelling and usage of words, dictionaries and thesauruses are available in print and online...use them

Mediocrity is NOT attractive

Doing things in excellence is more than a saying, thought or idea, it is a lifestyle

Conversate is NOT a word

Being an overachiever is not a bad thing...hard work never killed anybody

Parents that have no involvement in their children's education have no one to blame but themselves if the child fails

Conversate is not a word

Don't sugarcoat issues when talking to teenagers, the world comes at them straight with no chaser, you aren't doing them any favors by hiding the truth...

Shoes are good...shoes on sale are better...Designer shoes on sale are the BEST

Fake it till you make it is no way to live...try FAITH it till you make it...I like those results a lot better...

Buying counterfeit goods is not getting a deal...you are contributing to so many crimes...STOP IT!

Cookies are good...I don't care what the skinny girl says!

Zucchini and afghan are funny words to say out loud....try it

Mothers should teach their daughters to knit or crochet...it's relaxing and becoming a lost art...

Write a letter to a friend today...not an email or text message...a handwritten letter

Conversate is NOT a word...




Monday, February 22, 2010

Being Transparent

It has been a while since I have posted anything to my personal blog. Honestly, I have been extremely busy with school and life in general.

But I thought I'd take some time to write. I feel the need to get some things off my chest.

This week we had an awesome Ladies Conference. April Osteen-Simons made an excellent point about being real...

So, I'm going to take her advice.

First, let me say that every speaker at the conference was awesome! And I am seriously taking in all that I heard and learned!

Now...

I have been in what I feel is the fight of my life for quite some time now. I can honestly say that before I went back to school I was doing just fine. My finances were pretty good, my stress level was low...

Then I decided to go back and get my degree in Education...and all HELL broke loose!

Two weeks before school started my husband lost his job. I commute to BGSU five days a week so having income to buy gas is essential to my attendance. Somedays I couldn't get there and I ended up busting my tail to play catch up...so many things occured during my first semester back I wondered a lot of times if I made the right decision. After enrolling for spring I knew I was doing the right thing and was more determined than ever to finish.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...

I missed the deadline to purchase my books at the university, to use my financial aid. So I had to wait for my refund. Normally, it comes the first day of the semester...but not for me! Due to technicalities, red tape and computer glitches it took TWO WEEKS before I got it...so I had NO BOOKS and NO GAS MONEY...

BUT...

I made it. It was sheer miracles how I had gas money for not only school, but church as well. Thank You Lord!

I still struggle with gas money to get to school, but a way is always made for me! The ONE time we had a snow day, I was glad...because I had no gas! (if you hear me wishing for a snow day, it's because I don't have gas to get to school-not because I don't want to go).

By the way, I haven't had my own transportation in two weeks (the alternator died in my truck)...but in that time, I've gotten to school! (thanks Kenny)

Surprisingly, I'm getting a refund from the Attorney General for an overpayment of some kind at the university...so my truck should be repaired by the end of this week! Praise God for unexpected cash!

I wrote this, not to get sympathy, I would rather you pray for me and my family, I want someone to be encouraged. It has not been easy, but, when your destiny is great, & when you dream God sized dreams, the test is great...

I'm not done with school yet, but I was always taught not to wait until the battle was over to rejoice...I already know I'm VICTORIOUS...so I'm rejoicing NOW!

So, when you see me praise, hear me sing, see me smile, read my funny statuses...just know that I am excited about what God has done, what God is doing and what God will do in my life!

And you know what? He will do the same for you!

Be blessed!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

My Son's First Date

November 2, 1993. I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy! Well, he wasn't really bouncing; he was a little more subdued. In fact, he was the coolest baby I'd ever encountered. He was laid back, even when he cried! The thing I remember most, his smile. Yes, at that early age, he had a smile that could light up the room. He still does.

Recently, our now 15 year old son approached me and his father (my husband) about going on a double date with a friend of his. We agreed but only after the details of the date met our specifications. It was decided, our oldest would escort a young lady from his school to the movies. As the week went on, it turned out to be a single date, but we were comfortable with it, because he is a good kid and never gives us real trouble.

Finally, the day of the FIRST date arrives, and our son is extremely nervous. However, it didn’t stop him from taking care of the final details of his date. When it was all said and done, the time and movie were set and he was on his way out of the door. Since our son asked the young lady out, we felt the need to provide transportation. In addition, it would be an opportunity to meet with the young lady’s parents. Unfortunately, the night before I was in the emergency room with a horrible ear infection and was unable to go. So, they left and like any proud mother, memories of my baby boy began to flood my mind and I realized he isn’t a baby anymore...

Ten minutes passes and my phone rings. It's my husband. I’m expecting to hear that they are on their way to the movies but instead my husband is upset and he tells me that there will be NO date today. When I asked why, I was AMAZED at what took place.

According to my son and husband, they arrived at the young lady's home and her mother was sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette and drinking. My husband approached her first, introduced himself and shook her hand, our son followed but when he went to shake her hand she extended two of her fingers. The whole time she looked him up and down as if she was sizing him up. Without any introduction of herself, she immediately states that she doesn’t know "who you people are" and she needs identification, license plate numbers and cell phone numbers.

Normally this would not be a problem.

But…profanity and yelling is not necessary.

Yes. She began every sentence with a curse word and constantly reminded my husband that she was only protecting her child. Not wanting to disappoint my son or the young lady, he decided to ignore the mother's irrational behavior and give her the information that she requested.

And then, she said...If you were a good father, you'd look out for yours too.

With that, my husband told our son to go to the truck and announced that there would be no date.That should have been the end of it. But it was not.

The mother called my daughter's phone about 45 minutes after my guys left and she began to curse at my daughter. When I took the phone I tried to reason with her, but you can't reason with irrational people. I finally had enough and decided to hang but she beat me to it and hung up on me.

My husband and I wanted our son to know that he did nothing wrong in this situation. When we were at a loss of words he said to us, that he was fine but what bothered him the most was how it seemed like she judged him before she knew anything about him. He couldn’t understand that she wasn’t interested in the fact that he was an honor student, student leader, athlete, and all around nice guy.

Then I thought about how we always tease that the first boy to come take our daughter out will be grilled! We never imagined that the boy may feel nervous or that we would come across as harsh or unreasonable. Having high expectations was something that we never thought twice about. The fact of the matter is we will still expect a lot from the people our children choose to date. However, after this experience we will definitely think about being a little more compassionate towards any young man or young lady that will escort or be escorted by our children.

After all of this, my son just shrugged his shoulders, changed his clothes and went to play football with my brother.

Kids!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Dr. Henry L. Gates aka G-Money

I've heard it said, that we have a new president but this is the same America.

I believe it to be true.

The election of Barack Obama should have been a turning point in race relations in our country. It was the promise of seeing Martin Luther King, Jr.'s dream come alive.

Then, reality put its foot down.

I have a 15 soon to be 16 year old son. His father and I have raised him to be respectful, mannerable, and most of all in fear and admonition of the Lord.

Then came"the rules", NEVER resist arrest. Never run, never talk back, no loitering, no yelling in public, turn the music down when you see a squad car, if the police are behind you never turn around, you'll appear suspicious and they may pull you over. Don't ever get into a vehicle with 3 or more or your black friends, it looks suspicious. Obey the curfew laws. Don't jaywalk. When speaking to an officer, look him in the eye and make no sudden moves and keep your hands out of your pockets and at your side. If they ask for ID, present it immediately.

I think Dr. Gates may have forgotten "the rules".

You see, as a Harvard professor, he is respected by his colleagues and students. He has sold books, has had numerous shows on PBS and he has even been on Oprah! This is man has accomplished a great deal in the academic world. He is a mature gentleman, wears glasses and walks with a cane. However, the day he was arrested, only one thing stood out...

He's black.

Depending on who you ask, that isn't a crime in this country. But it can prove to be problematic. It is unfortunate how stereotypical people can be. It is a harsh reminder that sometimes no matter how much you've achieved you are still viewed as a just another black man up to no good.

I can't say that I would not have called the police if I saw what appeared to be a strange person in my neighborhood attempting to break in my neighbors home. Here's the problem, the woman that made the call didn't see a glasses wearing, cane carrying Harvard professor who was locked out of his home. She saw a black man trying to break into a house. What's even worse, she doesn't realize its her neighbor.

Can you see the problem? Let me explain.

He LIVES in this neighborhood, he is employed by Harvard as a professor, he has been on television but she didn't see any of that. All she saw was a black man in her predominately white neighborhood.

When the police did arrive he was already in his home. The officers approached him and asked for ID. Now here is where the earlier mentioned "rules" come into play. Even if you are in your own house, if the police ask for your ID, give it to them. Had this been a white professor, the incident would have ended with a sorry for the inconvenience, have a good day. It was clear that Dr. Gates was agitated and at this point, for a black person, freedom of speech does not apply. It has been my personal experience that it is best to hold your peace and do what is asked of you.

( I know right now every slain civil rights activist is turning in their graves)

It is sad and unfortunate but true. But it sure is better than a ride in the back of a squad car or worse, a police beat down.

I purchased a ruby red Durango last year and I was really excited about it. I took my brother for a ride around 9:30pm one evening. On our way home I was pulled over by the police. I had on a seat belt, was driving the speed limit and my music could only be heard inside the truck. After pulling to the side of the road, the officer came up to my side and tapped my window with the butt of his flashlight. I rolled the window down and he did not greet me with a smile nor a hello. He asked me point blank, and very firm, where I was coming from. I told him I had just come from the store and he asked, with a smirk and irritation, oh yeah what store. Ok now I'm getting heated, because I have no clue as to why he stopped me. But I remembered "the rules". He asked me where I got the truck from. I said it was mine I just bought it. He then asked where I got it from, keep in mind I still
don't know why I've been pulled over and he is speaking to me as though I am not being upfront and truthful. But I'm still remembering "the rules". He says oh so you just bought it huh? Well I need to see some ID. Just for reference, I have new license plates on my truck, not a temporary tag. I gave him the ID and my registration, he smirks and goes back to the car. After checking out my story he returns to tell me that a cherry red Durango with temporary tags had just been reported stolen. When they saw me they had just received the call.

I can understand Dr. Gates' aggravation. It is beyond irritating to be accused falsely. Especially when it is your property that you pay for.

There is one thing that brings all of this together. No one saw that I worked everyday to pay for that truck. No one saw that I was tremendously blessed to even have it, no one saw that I was a good person, that I loved my family or that I loved to write. None of that mattered. It didn't matter that my vehicle did not completely match the description or that they never had to stop me in the first place, because running the plate would have given them the answers they needed. No, I was a black woman in a truck with a black man for a passenger, even though the other truck was stolen by two men. I had every right to be angry, appalled, upset and insulted. But I had to follow "the rules".

My son is a good kid. I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom, I'm saying it because it's true. The unfortunate reality is, he had to be taught how to survive if he ever must deal with the police. The incident with Dr. Gates just further proves, no degrees, books written, salary range, size of your home or amount in your bank account, fully separates you from the Pookies and G-Moneys of the world. You are still judged by your skin color and for that reason, you must follow the "rules".

Welcome back to reality Dr. Gates. We still have a long way to go.

Friday, July 3, 2009

What Freedom Means to Me

Each year we celebrate the Fourth of July with fireworks and barbecues. My father always took great pride and care in planning for the holiday festivities. I can remember how he made a grocery list weeks in advance and how he and my mom would sit down together to plan the menu and it was always the same. Daddy would grill chicken, pork chops and ribs and Mommie would make baked beans, potato salad, and corn on the cob. There was always popsicles in the freezer for me and my brother and that continued to benefit my two kids. We always had a huge amount of Pepsi to drink and my mom made sure we were dressed in red white and blue.

When my father died two years ago, that all changed. It didn't mean the same to me. I didn't want any barbecue or to go see the fireworks. I didn't want to be involved. People who meant well told me that I should do all those things to honor my father. They were right but I just didn't feel it.

Until this year.

I'm not saying its totally there, but, there is a peek of excitement going on.

It started when I found out we would have a Freedom Celebration service at church on Sunday. I'm in the choir so, I had to put together a red,white and blue outfit and sing patriotic songs. That started a series of events. I put a patriotic design on my toes because I was determined to wear sandals, I took extra time to find jewelry that had stars on it and I really paid attention to the lyrics of the songs we were singing. Something I hadn't done in a long time.

And that's when it all hit me. I am free. Not just physically but mentally and spiritually. I live in a country that is not perfect but, I am free to worship! I am free to love! I am free to write! I am free to read the Bible, attend the church of my choice, free to shop, free to live. I am free!

Then I thought of my Daddy. A veteran of the United States Air Force. He served this country, his country, my country so I could enjoy all of these freedoms. So, this year I will celebrate the Fourth of July because I am free and I will remember all the fun I had in years past and I will do so with the same enthusiasm as my Daddy. Because now I understand why he made such a big deal out of the holiday. Because he fought to make sure we would always have a reason to celebrate.

Thank you Daddy!

Happy Fourth of July everyone!

The Reality of Facebook

When I joined Facebook, I did so under the urging of my brother. He convinced me that it was a suitable social networking site for adults. I took his word for it and set up my own page. I soon found that he was right. Although I wasn't able to "decorate" my space, I was able to find old high school friends, connect with my family and interact with my church family as well. In the beginning the experience was great. It was fun to allow others to get a peek into my thoughts through my status. It was equally interesting to see what was on the mind of others. That still continues to be the most enjoyable part of the Facebook experience.

And then I witnessed my first written debate. Now, I love a good debate. I am a firm believer that it is possible to agree to disagree and still maintain a friendship. I do think that some people have trouble conquering that, but more on that subject later.
I have said and I have heard and read that Facebook is not "real life", that it isn't that crucial, that its not that serious. May I submit the following to you:

That is NOT true.

Here's why, Facebook is a microcosm of your life. You post pictures of yourself and your friends and family at parties, weddings, school etc. Your REAL life. You discuss your personal current events, your personal views and beliefs. Your profile describes who you are and what you do. Your friends list is filled with people in your inner, outer and fringe sphere of influence that includes family, friends and associates.

How is this not "REAL Life"?

Let's go further, people behave and react to the happenings and climate on Facebook the same way they do in the "REAL World". Opinionated people are still full of opinion. Those that watch life from the sidelines keep that seat. Encouragers encourage. Exhorters exhort. Funny people make jokes and business minded individuals are all about business. These are the same people we encounter on a daily basis. Some people we know better than others and others we get to know through status updates, comments, profile summaries and pictures.

People use this as a way of expressing themselves, confessions, venting, promoting, surveys and general conversation. It is inevitable that someone will say something that you will see as offensive, in poor taste or just plain do not like. That is life. The difference is how you react to these things.

That's what I want to focus on for a moment. How you react to things that are written on Facebook. Earlier I wrote about the first time I encountered a written debate. I have to say I read it and thought," man these folks need to get a life. Its just Facebook. I mean it isn't that serious". I felt that way until I found myself engaged in a war or words with someone. Without going into detail, let just say the other party took the matter outside of Facebook and when they see me in public they avoid speaking to me. That's sad, considering we didn't speak that much to begin with. To make matters worse, I was defriended by some people because of that incident. It seems I was too "controversial". Which I really didn't understand seeing that the majority of the debate occurred through private messages and they were not involved in the matter in anyway. I chalked the whole matter up to "paying my dues" as a writer. As much as I love my fans...everybody is not loving me! In the end I did gain some of those people back as "friends".

I don't know about you, but I think that is exactly how people behave in everyday situations. Think about it, how many times have you heard of or been involved in a situation where you or someone else had an exchange of words that led to a falling out that involved people that had nothing to do with the entire situation? Can you see a pattern yet?

I have noticed lately that people say serious, heavy things, I mean it seems as though they have gone into deep thought over their statement. And they answer and make conversation with those that agree with them. But the moment they come in contact with a statement that they disagree with or someone challenges their position, who they REALLY are comes to light. More often than not they will find those who agree with them and then turn on the person that challenges them. They do so without ever reviewing the situation and trying to see it from another angle. They are hell bent on holding fast to what they believe, even if they are proven wrong. Can you see another pattern?

People that are committed to their beliefs and viewpoints can debate them without feeling threatened or challenged by someone else's opinion. They have no problem with agreeing to disagree with someone else. I can say that I have come across these people and their polar opposite. I used to let it bother me until I realized they were just being themselves.

Then there are the people who take Facebook issues and translate them into "real life". It becomes the topic of the majority of their conversation. Before you know it offense has turned into bitterness, friends get defriended, relationships are strained and worse case scenario, family members don't speak to each other, all because of a misunderstanding on Facebook.

That's craziness! What's even crazier is that people will attempt to justify their actions by shifting all responsibility to the other party, never owning up to their own junk or even seeking another way to deal with the issue. - How sad.

What is it that causes us to join Facebook, enter numerous pieces of personal information, personal pictures, feelings, play games with others, give gifts, bumper stickers, comments, advice, and pokes only to declare "Hey! Lighten up it isn't real life! It isn't that serious!" because we were offended or turned off by what someone said on Facebook. What makes anyone think that a gathering of two or more human beings in one spot whether in "real life" or cyber life would not bring out the true character of those involved?

These are things that can occur without Facebook as the vehicle.

Think about this, when was the last time you read someone else's status and refrained from commenting. Or you read a note and became enraged or how many surveys or questionnaires have you answered that ask for 25 things about you that no one knows. The point I'm making is, it is naïve to take the position that Facebook is not like real life when it fact it is. If nothing else Facebook is a mirror that shows you your TRUE self. If you get angry about another persons opinion then perhaps you need to step back and take a deep breath before firing off a response. If you decide who should or should not be your "friend" based on what their opinion is or how they express themselves you may need to check yourself. Chances are you are like that away from Facebook and quite frankly that is no way to judge anyone. Lastly if you find yourself at odds with close friends or family over an incident on Facebook, chances are there was a problem in your relationship way before you all joined the site. In that case, you have to consider if the issue or your relationship is more important.

And that is the reality of Facebook.