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Isaiah 59:19 (NKJ version) While I haven’t entered parenthood just yet, I often marvel at the strength and hard work of moms and dads everywhere. It’s a huge task in itself to have to take care of a child’s basic needs like food, shelter, and clothing. It’s an even greater responsibility for parents (and nowadays grandparents) to raise a child to be an upstanding, God-fearing adult.  There’s some truth in the statement that no matter how a child was raised, they make their own decisions when they become an adult. Nevertheless, most parents make sure to take the time to guide their children to a way to for them to live the best life possible. I find it such a high and daunting calling, and I understand why there are so many debates on what way of parenting is best. No child is the same and one method for one child doesn’t always work for another. Knowing this, I feel the need to be praying IN ADVANCE for my future children. I pray ultimately for their hearts to be full of love and joy.

1 Corinthians 3:10-11 Personally, I like S.T.E.M. (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) subjects more than the English or Literature. In S.T.E.M., you’re presented with a problem and your objective is to provide the solution. I loved the fact that in most cases, there is only one solution and there’s a clear cut method to get to the solution.  The more advanced you get in those subjects, you’re often given the task to write proofs, or validate that the method you used to solve the problem works no matter what real world problem you’re presented with.  We’re understandably in an era of seeking truth...about the state of the economy, or maybe the state of our relationships. The problem is there’s never a clear cut answer. Everything is subjective and the state or one thing most times depends on another.  Sometimes it feels our our confidence...our self esteem...our self worth gets wrapped up in the subjective. Our worth depends on who said what about u

  Psalms 145:9 April 20th 2019 is a special day for my family. My grandmother had turned 100 years old and the mayor commemorated the special occasion by proclaiming the day “Effie Smith Black Day.” I was so excited for her. Excited the future birthdays and future Effie Smith Black day celebrations. Unfortunately, I’m writing this post sitting in front of her gravesite.  Only 18 days into 2020, my grandmother decided to leave us and the Lord obliged. Selfishly, I wanted her to stay. Not because she could do anything for me physically or financially. Her mere presence was enough. Her calm demeanor and most definitely her sense of humor. I prayed God would give her her will to eat back...her will to live back. But she’s gone and in January I couldn’t understand why.  Around two months later, this pandemic began to rear its ugly head and a certain word kept popping up in everything I would read and watch.  Compassion. A word that could be translated as kindness. Or gen

1 Corinthians 15:58 Well there's no need to tell you how my world is going these days. You're most likely right there with me. Needless to say, March caught us ALL by surprise. In some ways, it put most of us on the same playing field. Sitting at home...….wondering what happens from here.  If you're like me, I definitely have had time to think about my life, especially my spiritual well being. Talk about scripture coming to life! Besides catching up on chores, new tv shows and movies, or trying new hobbies, there is no better time to sit with God and talk about your life and your purpose here on Earth. I came to this conclusion....  I have a tendency to let things die after a while. If I don't "feel like" it should happen right now, then it gets put away. If I "feel like" I have nothing to say, then I get quiet. If I "feel like" I don't deserve or not qualified for something, then I shy away from it. And I'll be

Philippians 2:12-13 It’s been a while since I’ve been here, so thank you to the people who encouraged me to come back. I wish I had a good, non-cowardly, faith filled reason for not writing. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. In 2019, I began a new tradition and started a ‘Blessings and Promises’ jar. Every thought, goal, or accomplishment that I deemed wonderful or miraculous I wrote down and placed in the jar so I could look back over them at the end of the year. One of my biggest achievements was the one-year anniversary of this blog. The last time I wrote, I had a life changing opportunity that I was excited, yet afraid to take. As it turns out the opportunity for a new change was given to someone else. I went to bed that night sad, kicking myself for being afraid of the opportunity, since God obviously took that fear as an indicator that I wasn’t ready (in my mind, of course). I woke up the next day ready to walk in the same highly functional depression I tend to dw