Til We Meet Again...

Well...here we are. The 700th Dialogue Den blog post and...THE LAST.

I've had a good run here at my sweet lil blog. I've sometimes thought of it as my 4th child. Never really giving it the attention it deserved. Often hearing it call out to me if I'd gone too long without writing.

My first post back on June 20, 2010 took a lot of courage for me to not only WRITE, but POST for all the world to see.

Unfortunately, things never quite took off the way I had anticipated. I envisioned oodles of comments with each post with DIALOGUE flowing like water. Most times my posts were simply MONOLOGUES and ever so often one...maybe two people would "talk to me." For those reasons I feel that it is now simply time for me to pursue other avenues of writing. But don't you fret. If I'm not going to be writing HERE, I will definitely be writing SOMEWHERE. Writing for me is as important as air. It's a part of me. It's who I am. So there's no way that I would ever simply STOP.

Does the fact that my blog never reached the heights that I had expected mean that I failed? Certainly not! The only failure would have been in never creating the blog. Not only did I create it, but I stuck with it for over 6 years and 700 posts. Not too shabby if I must say so myself.

To the 212 folks on Facebook who 'like' The Dialogue Den's page, I extend to you the very warmest of heartfelt THANKS and GRATITUDE. Each one of you made me feel that my writing actually mattered. That's all that any artist wants. That's all that any individual wants. To know that what they are doing MATTERS.

So what will I do now?

I'm glad you asked.

I feel a strong pull to truly focus on the BOOKS I've been wanting to write for YEARS.

Quite interestingly...God has allowed me to go through some MAJOR experiences over the past few years (things I never would have imagined), and I truly believe that He allowed them so that I could WRITE about them. I'm afraid that if I don't, He may take my gift away. I certainly don't want that. So I'd better get to writing!

To each and every one of you reading this, whether it be today, tomorrow or months and years down the line...know that I LOVE YOU, and Jesus loves you more. Always remember that. May God bless us ALL!

THE DIALOGUE DEN is now CLOSED.

Temporarily Temporary

Some time ago I heard the story of "The Drowning Man." It went like this:

"A fellow was stuck on his rooftop in a flood. He was praying to God for help.
Soon a man in a rowboat came by and the fellow shouted to the man on the roof, 'Jump in, I can save you.'
The stranded fellow shouted back, 'No, it's OK, I'm praying to God and he is going to save me.'
So the rowboat went on.
Then a motorboat came by. The fellow in the motorboat shouted, 'Jump in, I can save you.'
To this the stranded man said, 'No thanks, I'm praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.'
So the motorboat went on.
Then a helicopter came by and the pilot shouted down, 'Grab this rope and I will lift you to safety.'
To this the stranded man again replied, 'No thanks, I'm praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.'
So the helicopter reluctantly flew away.
Soon the water rose above the rooftop and the man drowned. He went to Heaven. He finally got his chance to discuss this whole situation with God, at which point he exclaimed, 'I had faith in you but you didn't save me, you let me drown. I don't understand why!'
To this God replied, 'I sent you a rowboat and a motorboat and a helicopter, what more did you expect?'"

Now I'm not one to say that I am the "perfect" Christian (especially since I never WILL be), or even the most "mature" Christian (because I'm not). I have many flaws and am a continual "work in progress." However...I will say that I am a wee bit smarter than "The Drowning Man." 

Many who know me aware of my unemployment situation and my diligent search to find new employment. I have applied for more jobs than I can count and have met with several of the local staffing agencies. I've been on numerous interviews only to hear," Well...we still have more candidates to interview so...we'll let you know." That's code for, "Thanks for coming in. This concludes our interview process with you."

I've gotta tell ya...it's been extremely discouraging and I was really beginning to believe that there must be something wrong with me.

Sunday before I left for church I posted the following on my Facebook page:

As you head to church this morning, please add me to your prayers and/or your church prayer list. Pray (in the name of Jesus) that I am offered a job THIS WEEK. Not just an interview, but an actual Full-Time JOB OFFER. I need to hear the words, "Can you start tomorrow?"
Even ask your fellow members if they know of any IMMEDIATE job opportunities if you will.
Please and Thank you!

Well...praise be to God...I heard those words TODAY!!! And I start working TOMORROW!

Now here's the thing. It's only a temporary assignment for now, lasting 3-4 weeks. And the pay isn't nearly what I was making at my previous job. However...it's SOMETHING...which is 100% MORE than what's been coming in for the past few months, which has been ZERO. My goal is to get in there and "WOW" them with my awesomeness so that they'll want to keep me on for longer, or just outright offer me the opportunity to stay permanently, and at a higher pay rate. That is the hope and the prayer.

Of course, I know that there are no guarantees, so my search for Full-Time Permanent employment will still continue, because ultimately THAT is what I need.

I said all that to say this though. Some folks may have passed up this opportunity because it's short term, and the money's not what it should be. But I believe that this job was God's way of sending a "rowboat". No...it's not a luxury liner...but it's enough to keep me safe until something bigger and better comes along. Without this "rowboat" that God has sent my way, I would've surely drowned.

The money that I will make from this temporary assignment will probably be just enough for me to pay March's rent. Of course, being able to pay for more would be WONDERFUL, but as long as I can keep a roof over my head, I am thankful. The phone, lights, food, and everything else are secondary. Keeping my humble lil apartment is first and foremost.

So right now I simply pause to thank God again. I thank Him for what He's already done, and I thank Him in advance for what He WILL do.

For all who have prayed for me, and with me...THANK  YOU! I appreciate you ALL!!

That's it for tonight. No DIALOGUE needed. Just wanted to share my good news, and the goodness of God.

Til next time...

From MY Lips to GOD's Ears

Not too long ago one of my fellow church members posted this prayer. It resonated with me strongly then, and still does now. It's simply too good not to share, so...here it is:

"Prayer: LORD, when it seems that You are slow to act or that You

will not come to my rescue in time, help

me have patience and faith,

trusting in Your unfailing love and the certainty of Your promises.

Circumstances may feel hopeless or be

overwhelming today, however, I

am grateful for Your assurance that they

will not remain that way. I

will rely upon Your promises because You

never fail to fulfill Your

word. In Jesus' name, Amen."

That's all I've got today. I think that's enough.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do you believe in the power of prayer?

Talk to me (and especially talk to God. He hears, and He answers...in His own time)!

Til next time...

The Sadness of Super Bowl Sunday

Today is "Super Bowl Sunday" and it's been a bit of a bummer for me.

First off...MY team, the Pittsburgh Steelers weren't in it. They got close, but not close enough. Nevertheless...I still love my STEELERS.

Adding to that...I've heard over the years that Super Bowl Sunday is the day of the year with the highest number of domestic violence instances.

And then...just recently, the issue of human sex trafficking was brought to my attention, and the fact that many young girls (some boys too, but primarily girls), have been "groomed" for weeks so that they could provide "services" to those who traveled to Houston this weekend for the game.

Yes...while many were tuned in to the television, cheering for one team or another to win...some young girl was being sexually abused by a pervert. Harsh words? Yes. But there's absolutely NO WAY to sugar-coat the sexual abuse of CHILDREN (or anyone for that matter, but especially CHILDREN).

So yeah...what was a celebratory day for most actually weighed quite heavy on this heart of mine. Throughout the day I found myself uttering prayers for those who are with abusers (note that I did not specifically say WOMEN because I know that men are often abused as well...although I doubt that the numbers are as high for men as they are for women), and for the youth in Houston, the United States, and around the globe. Human sex trafficking is a WORLDWIDE issue and should be EVERYONE'S concern.

Now if you're anything like me when I first found out about this despicable travesty, then you're either saying, "Well what can I do to help?" or "How can I help?"

Here's how.

Support organizations such as Forgotten Children. Contact them to find out what YOU can do to make a difference. Or, support them FINANCIALLY. Everything counts. Everything helps.

Ok. So enough of me being "Debbie Downer."

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Were you rooting for anyone in today's game?

Talk to me (only if you were rooting for the Falcons)!

Til next time...

TOO HEAVY!!!

Today has been another tough one. Really tough.

If I were a person who believed in curses I would say that one has been cast upon me.

Thankfully though, I do not believe in curses, yet I understand that life is full of trials. In that regard I feel as though I have my share along with many extras.

This morning as I was preparing to go to an interview I made a call in an effort to lessen my financial burden as I have NO income and simply can not handle things as I should at this time. Unfortunately, instead of the call working in my favor, it worked completely against me and I am now in a worse spot than before I made the call. Talk about a sucker-punch!

Although things seem to be going from bad to worse for me, I still praise God...EVERYDAY, and throughout the day. I don't know why all of these negative things are happening to me as they are but I do know that none of them are happening without God's knowledge, so I have to hold on to my faith and know that He is working things out. I don't see how yet, but I TRUST that He is.

I wonder though about those curses. I mean...I believe wholeheartedly in BLESSINGS, so how is it that I can believe in one and not the other. Is that even possible? I dunno. My spirit feels better in knowing that there are (and will be) trials...and on the flip-side are blessings. That just works better for me.

Anyway...continue to pray for me (in the name of Jesus) if you will, that I receive a BREAKTHROUGH soon. I need one (or more) in a mighty might way. Y'all just don't know!

Well...back I go to my job search, although I pray that this afternoon's interview turns into a job offer. Gosh, I sound like a broken record because I have said that about EVERY interview I've gone on. I'm trying hard not to believe that there is something "wrong with me." Yet the thought keeps coming up as I interview for position after position with no offers being made yet.

Is it my hair?
I wear it natural, but very neatly styled.

Is it my size?
I'm a "big girl."

Is it my age?
I'm older than the folks who've interviewed me, by at least 10 years. I can tell.

Is it my race?
I'm Black.

I wonder.

I mean, it can't be my lack of experience because I have decades worth of corporate sales/customer service experience under my belt.

I am articulate, professional, and personable.

So what can the problem be? It's not like I'm applying and not getting calls. No...I get called in for interviews and then the process just falls into the toilet from there. I  just don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Maybe y'all can help me out.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do you know of any companies who are hiring...like right now, as in IMMEDIATE need?

 My experience is in:

• Inside Sales
• Account Management
• Sales Support (as in...co-managing accounts with field reps. They handle things on the outside and I handle everything on the inside.)
• Customer Service

Talk to me (and everyone you know) PLEASE!

Til next time...

I Got "Got!"

Yesterday evening I was walking home minding my own business, out of nowhere, like magic, appeared a little girl and her mom. The little girls asked if I would like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies. Now I don't know what it is about these innocent lil Girl Scouts, but they have this power that keeps one from saying no.

I knew good and well that I did not need any of those addicting cookies, yet before I could say what I wanted to say, the following words were heard flowing from my mouth, "Ummm...do you have Tagalongs?" You know she did!

I handed over my five bucks and proceeded to head home with my Tagalongs (which are almost gone now.) At this point, the plan is for that to be the ONLY box I purchase for the year. But...we all know that it's still early in "the season," so one can't be too sure about how many more boxes will actually be purchased. With my budget the way that it currently is though...I'm 99.99% certain that that will be the only box

Enough about me though, and my weakness for Tagalongs.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's YOUR favorite Girl Scout cookie?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Change of Scenery

This morning we turned our calendars to yet another new month: FEBRUARY.

For most, a new month is no big deal. For me...as soon as that calendar changes I start wondering about NEXT MONTH'S RENT and PRAYING that THIS will be the WEEK when I am offered a NEW JOB.

Instead of being overwhelmed by situations that I am diligently trying to change, yet have had no success with as of yet...I decided to "step away from the vehicle" and do something that would take my mind off of ME, and allow me to focus on SOMEONE ELSE, if only for a few hours.

So...I hoped on a bus just before 7 a.m. and headed to the local Meals On Wheels where I helped package meals for those who are unable to prepare their own. WHAT A BLESSING!

Those couple of hours did me sooo much good!

I've always said that if I could be a "professional volunteer," (as in...volunteer DAILY while still being able to pay my bills), THAT'S what I would be. I get so much gratification from helping others. I mean really...it is medicine for my soul. And it gives me a much-needed sense of purpose.

Sitting at home everyday, applying for countless jobs...praying for a positive response yet often receiving just the opposite has truly begun to wear on me. As a result, I could feel myself slipping into that dark place that will only keep me where I've been for the past few months.

Because I am so familiar with that feeling, I now know how to "head it off at the pass." And so...I found myself at the nearest place that would allow me to "make a difference."

Not sure at this point how many times per week I'll be able to volunteer, as the ideal goal is to have my days filled with INTERVIEWS and ultimately A NEW JOB. We shall see.

For now...I'm back home and the search continues. Pray for me please, if you will (in the name of Jesus) that THIS WEEK a job offer will come through. PLEASE!!!

Now before we part, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Which organizations do you like to volunteer with?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Backpacks and Buses

After being a public transportation rider for the past month and some change, I have discovered that it is much easier (and safer) to travel with a backpack versus a purse.

Purses are easily snatched.

Wearable backpacks are not.

My observations have led me to notice that my fellow public transportation riders have discovered the same and about 90% of them also use backpacks over something that has to be carried.

So for those of you who may be considering the "public transportation switch"...if you do...ditch the purses and go backpack. You'll thank me later.

That's all for now.

Talk to me if you want!

Til next time...

Respected and Protected

Earlier today while I was out, instead of riding the bus to where I had to go, I decided to walk.

As I was walking I arrived at a corner where I had to wait for the light to change. There was a man waiting there as well.

The light changed and we both crossed the street.

We walked for about a minute when all of a sudden, he stopped, went around me and ended up walking along the RIGHT side of me (closest to the street), instead of the LEFT side where he was originally.

As we continued walking, he said, "Ma'am. I'm sorry. I don't even know you but I just didn't feel right having you walking on the side closest to the traffic. As a man, I need to be on that side."

Wow!

I was so flattered, and impressed by his actions.

I hadn't even paid attention to who was walking where, but as a man whose been taught somewhere along the way that women are to be RESPECTED and PROTECTED (whether you know them personally or not), he just couldn't let ME be on the side of danger.

And again I say...WOW!

I thanked him for his kindness and told him how much it was appreciated.

Then he jokingly said, "Shoot. What if somebody passed by and thought we were together? They'd look at me on the INSIDE while you're walkin' on the OUTSIDE and would say, 'Man, he's a real jerk!'" We both laughed.

Eventually we got to another corner and at that point he went one way and I went another. His act of kindness however, was just another example of how something so SMALL can mean SO MUCH.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you been the recipient of a "random act of kindness" recently? If so...

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Two Thumbs DOWN!

Those who know me well know that I am an avid reader. Have been all my life.

Many years ago I was a member of a book club and over time that group disbanded. Thankfully, two years ago I came across another book club and have been thoroughly blessed as a result. Not only do we read great books, but the three hours that we spend together each month absolutely FLIES by because we enjoy each other's company that much.

One of the many things that I love about the group is that we read EVERYTHING. All genres, all authors. This allows our minds to be open, allowing new ideas and points of view to flow through. I love it!

There have been some books that I simply didn't' want to end because I'd gotten so wrapped up in the characters and their stories.

And then again...there have been books like the one I just finished yesterday that leave me saying, "I think I heard my brain cells falling to the floor while reading that!"

I try to find something positive to say about everything I read...really, I do. And most times that's pretty easy. However...the ONLY positive thing I can say about this particular book is that the author got it published...which is more than I have done (so far.) But really...the subject matter was waaay out there, and after page 100, the author just got sloppy. There were typos and sentences that just didn't make sense. She'd either leave a word (or two) out, or have too many words.

Once I finished the book I was curious to find out more about this author. She actuall wrote in her bio that she is an "editor and proof-reader." SERIOUSLY?!? If that's the case then she should have edited and proof-read her own work.

If I had to give a two word critique on this book I would say this: HOT MESS!!!

I gave it a ONE star rating on Goodreads and that was only because ONE star was the lowest option to choose from.

You're probably wondering the name of the book, and I simply will not share it. I can't. I value YOU, my fellow Dialogue Denners too much to subject you to such foolishness. Your time, and intelligence are far too valuable.

One thing this book showed me is that it's not always about QUALITY. Sometimes it's simply about getting your work out there and being able to say that you are a "published author." I get it, but that's not my philosophy. Once my books are published I want folks to be better for having read them, rather than wishing they hadn't.

With that said...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's the WORST book you've ever read?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Lovin' What I SEE!

Today's post is short, sweet, yet EXTREMELY meaningful.

In a nutshell...8 years ago today I visited a RETINA SPECIALIST who pretty much took pictures of my eyes and basically told me that I should NOT be able to see, and would not be able to see for much longer. He didn't tell me how MUCH longer, that would be, nor did he tell me what I could do to save my eyesight.

WORST DOCTOR'S VISIT I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE!!!

I left his office depressed and discouraged. That lasted for about two weeks.

After those two weeks were up, I decided that I was going to LIVE my life and take in as much as I could SEE, WHILE I could see.

And here we are...

Folks sometimes wonder why I take so many pictures, or why I often stop dead in my tracks to gaze at something that most would overlook. My answer is simple...I do those things, because I STILL CAN.

Every day that I open my eyes and can STILL SEE is an incredibly amazing gift that I do NOT take for granted.

So on this day every year, January 29th, I celebrate what I call my "Birthdaversary." It's a combination of the day that truly began to see life around me, and my way of always remembering how precious this gift of sight is.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: Is there a medical milestone that you celebrate each year?

If so...Talk to me!

Til next time...

Change of Plans

As some may recall, I was visiting churches a while back and on a fairly regular schedule. My schedule got a bit "detoured" but now I am back on track.

Last Sunday (and the Sunday before), I had the pleasure of attending a church that I had never even heard of before, but due to some recent circumstances in my life, I found myself there.

They were quite welcoming (as churches should be), and I enjoyed the service. Two ladies in particular were exceptionally kind...Miss Katrina and Miss Marilyn. If you ever attend service there, be sure to give these ladies an extra-special hello.

Anywhoo...the church I visited was Bethlehem Temple, where "God Is In Control."

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever found yourself on the way to one place, only to find yourself at a different place?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Droppin' Like Flies!

The other day I posted about how tickled I get when Facebook suggests people I may know, not realizing that I was once "friends" with those folks. If it weren't for the suggestion I wouldn't know that I'd even been "unfriended."

In the past 2 days, 2 more "friends" have decided to bail.

It matters to me, but it doesn't, but it does.

I'm always so curious to know why.

Was it something I said? Something I did?? Or did those folks just decide that "what's on my mind" is completely uninteresting to them???

Or...maybe, just maybe...those folks simply deactivated their account which means that it had nothing to do with me at all. That happens, right?

Who knows?

As I said in my previous post, I don't do "drama," so maybe my page isn't exciting enough for them. I mean, as sad as it is...some folks thrive on drama. They need it in order to function.

No...on my page you get a WHOLE LOTTA Jesus, nature, music, and transparency.

I have a feeling that the nature and music aren't what runs folks off. But Jesus and transparency...yeah...those two will send folks runnin' for the hills in a heartbeat. Ain't that a shame?!?

Nevertheless...I will continue to be me, and post as I always have. For those who choose to stick around...I'm glad you're here. And for any who choose to "cut me loose" in the future...I wish you well. May you find whatever it is that you seek.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: What do you post about most on Facebook? Anything in particular, or are you as random as I?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

I Thought I ALREADY Knew You

Good ol' Facebook. Such an interesting place it can be at times.

I get so tickled when folks I used to be "friends" with on FB come up in the "People You May Know" list. If it weren't for that I wouldn't even know that I'd been "unfriended."

Or when I change my profile picture and scroll down to see the folks who've "liked" it, only to find at the very bottom of the list (like in the picture here) are again...folks I used to be "friends" with who have clearly decided somewhere along the way that I just wasn't their "cup of tea." To that, I say what I always say...some folks prefer coffee.

Anywhoo...I just find it interesting. If I were a petty person, I'd reach out to those folks and say, "Hmmm...what's up with unfriending me? Really...I'm curious."

Of course, that's waaay too confrontational. I mean...if folks were open to explaining their reasons for unfriending someone then they'd do it before they push the button. Instead, they choose to take the road-less-confrontational, and silently exit. No biggie. Unfriend ME and you're gonna miss out on a whole lotta POSITIVITY, 'cause that's pretty much what I'm all about.

I get it though. Some folks prefer drama...which I just don't do.

With that said, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever confronted someone who unfriended you on Facebook? If so, how'd that work for ya?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Wrong Side

Recently, while visiting my Dad, I stopped to use of the restrooms at the facility. As I headed toward the stall I noticed that the hook for me to hang my bag and whatnot was on the OUTSIDE of the door (pictured).

Hmmm.

I opened the stall door, looked around the INSIDE, searching for a different hook. There wasn't one. The hook on the OUTSIDE of the door was the ONLY hook.

That seemed so odd to me.

When I enter a bathroom stall, I want my things to come in with me where they will be safe and secure.

Mind you, I highly doubt that anyone at the facility would try to take my things, but you never know.

Nevertheless...I chose to just take my bag and whatnot into the stall with me, placed a seat protector on the floor and them laid my things on top of that. Still grossed me out a bit, having my stuff on the floor (me being a germaphobe and all), but I just couldn't risk having someone grab my bag while I'm "indisposed." Nope...just couldn't do it.

I think that "OUTSIDE-of-the-door" hook was a MAJOR design flaw and someone should look into either removing it and re-installing it INSIDE the stall, or if that's too much trouble, then just BUY a new hook for the inside. Until one of those two things happens though, I will continue to place my things INSIDE the stall...on top of a seat protector, on the floor.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: What design flaws have you encountered along the way?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Where Y'all Goin'?

This past Saturday I had to take the Metro train downtown.
I got on and thought that it was awfully crowded for a Saturday.

When I got off the Blue Line to connect to the Red Line, there was a THRONG of people on the platform. I'm talking HUNDREDS if not THOUSANDS!

WHOA!!!

I said to myself, "Where did all these people come from and WHERE are they going???"

What I didn't realize was that they were on their way to the Women's March. How I didn't know about the march is beyond me...but...I didn't.

Anyhoo...that's where they were all going. Cool.

So I did what I needed to do downtown and headed back to the train station to go back home. Seems like there were TWICE as many folks GOING as there were COMING. So many so that the trains were PACKED and delayed in taking off because folks weren't following directions...as in..."Please step away from the doors. The train can not leave until all doors are clear." Simple, right? Apparently not because folks continued to block the doors.

At this point I was getting annoyed because I could tell that these weren't "regular" train riders, as I am...and I wished that they had all just driven in their fancy lil cars instead of clogging up the train. Yes folks...I've become a "train snob." Who knew that there could be such a thing?

I was truly irritated.

Then I thought about it for a minute and decided to cut the folks some slack because they were crowding the train for a good cause. Heck...had I known about the march I probably would've been out there with them too. Actually...no...I wouldn't have.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that I "hate" crowds...but I will say that I don't do well in them. When it comes to protests and/or "making my voice heard," I do best with letter-writing. Gets my point across without being bumped into, or having to find the nearest bathroom.

So yeah...who knew that one who rides public transportation could be so "snobbish?" Really? Who knew???

With that...Let the DIALOGUE begin: What method do YOU use to make YOUR voice heard?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Like Fine Wine

Yesterday I attended my daughter's first book club meeting. A few months ago she and her book club partner selected #GIRLBOSS for the group to read.

I enjoyed it and thought it was great for young women their age, but I also pulled out some nuggets that I could use myself.

We didn't actually get into the book as we're going to do that at the next meeting. This meeting was primarily for introductions and how we'd like the group to function.

One of the topics we discussed was communication and what method of communication would work best.

Now mind you...I am the ONLY person MY age in the group. All of the other young ladies are my daughter's age...23-ish.

So they're tossing around ideas and platforms that I've never even heard of, until one of them mentioned Facebook. My eyes lit up. FINALLY...a form of social media that I'm actually aware of.

As soon as she mentioned Facebook, the other young ladies said, "Yeah...but who uses that???"

I wanted to crawl under my chair.

You see...I use Facebook...EVERYDAY. It's where I upload my blog posts. It's where I share my daily Bible reading. It's actually my favorite (and most used) form of social media.

Yeah, I'm on The Twitter (I said "The" on purpose) and send out an occasional tweet.

I'm also on Instagram and post occasional pics of flowers, butterflies or anything else in nature that has caught my eye on a particular day.

But Facebook...that's where it's at for me!

What I learned yesterday was that Facebook is not where's it's at for the younger crowd. Guess that means I'm gonna hafta "git with it" and learn some new stuff...which is one of the benefits of hangin' with the "youngins."

So yeah...most days I don't feel my age. I was 42 for about FIVE years. Not that I even FEEL 42 (I truly only feel "20-something")...it's just the age that stuck in my head, years AFTER my 42nd birthday. But YESTERDAY...man! I felt like the Gramma in the group.

Anywhoo...I look forward to what I can learn from the "younger generation." They're so "tech savvy," which I could stand to be more of...so all in all, I already know that this'll be a good thing. And who knows...maybe they'll learn a thing or two from lil ol' me.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How old do YOU feel? And is that anywhere near you ACTUAL age?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Sippity Sip Sip

"habit - a settled or regular tendency or practice, especially one that is hard to give up."

 

I've heard it said that if you do something for 21 consecutive days it becomes a "habit." I imagine that this would be the case for positive things as well as negative. In my case, I wouldn't say that my "habit" is positive or negative...it's just "quirky."

 

As long as I've been inhabiting this planet, I've never been much of a straw user. Sure, I'd use a straw when dining at a restaurant, or with my to-go drink from a fast-food spot, but at home...never.

 

Well...A while back I was doing a craft project with the reading group that I volunteer with. Whatever the project was, it required straws. Now 100 straws come in a box. We probably used 20 at the most for our project.

 

So...I brought the straws home, put them in the cupboard and forgot about 'em.

 

Until...

 

A few months ago I happened to pull out the box and wondered, "Why aren't I using these?"

 

From then on, I began drinking from straws at home.

 

Now you'd think that once all the straws had been used, that would have been the end of my "home straw usage." But no...I went out and bought a NEW box. You see...I'd developed a habit (even at MY age) of using straws, and just had to have 'em with my drinks at home.

 

Well...I've just used the LAST straw from that box and I think it's time for me to "kick the habit."  I mean...it's not a bad habit, nor is it an expensive one. A box only costs $.97

 

But that's not the issue. The issue is...do I really have to have a straw with my drink? Really???

 

Of course, we know that the answer is NO.

 

And so...as I take the last few sips of my drink from this...the LAST straw...I will stop my "straw habit" cold turkey, and go back to drinking the way I used to...strawless.

 

While I sip...

 

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What habits, if any, have you developed within the past year?

 

Talk to me!

 

Til next time...

 

 

 

My Fond Farewell to Our 44th

And so...here we are.

I have waited 8 years to write this post. Wasn't sure exactly what I'd say. Just knew that I'd wanna say something. Can't begin to tell you how many times I have teared up in the past week knowing that this day was coming. Although I did not watch the inauguration today, I've seen clips. I watched the footage of President Obama taking one last look around his office, and then heading out. *Tears.*
I watched footage of First Lady Michelle Obama tearing up as her husband said his final farewell as President. **More tears.**
In all my years of watching Presidents come and go...this one has hit home the most and these two fine folks will have a special place in my heart for years to come.

So...with that being said...(deep breath in...now exhale...)

I remember back to the days long before Barack Obama became our 44th President. I'd heard him speak and was simply in awe. Words flowed out of that man's mouth like water. There was so much power and conviction behind what he had to say, and he made me feel as though he were speaking directly to me...about issues that mattered to me. Wow!

Then he ran for the office of the President of the United States. His campaign united folks and brought us together for a common good. We NEEDED this man to win. When HE won, WE won.

His WIN meant much to many, but meant MOST to the Black community. In this United States of America where Black folks have been oppressed, discriminated against, made to feel "less than," and at one time were not even able to VOTE...his WIN gave us a sweet taste in our mouths that overpowered the bitter that had long been there.

His inauguration on January 20, 2009 is still so vivid in my memory. I was at work and took a break to go into the conference room and watch him be sworn in. The room was full and I was the only Black person in there at the time. I cried as I watched, and felt the eyes of others in the room turn in my direction as if to say, "What the heck are you crying for?"

Tears flowed as I thought about my grandparents and ancestors before them who didn't live to see the day that they'd always dreamt about, but never really thought possible. I was watching their dream realized on that television screen and my heart simply couldn't contain itself.

Even though my grandparents and those before them didn't get to see the day...I did...and my children did. We got to see someone who LOOKS LIKE US, hold the highest office in the land. That's HUGE!

I remember praying for him on that day...asking most of all for God to PROTECT him from any hurt, harm or danger. Along with granting him the WISDOM to most effectively do the job, PROTECTION was the highest on my list of requests for him. Eight years later we can thankfully see that God indeed answered those prayers.

My son Terence, even at a young age, has always been an eloquent speaker. He's been asked many times to write and give speeches at various events. He was ten years old when Barack Obama became President and there were times when I'd hear him speak and felt as though I was listening to the President himself. I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom...I'm saying it because the dude is an AMAZING orator. Folks would jokingly call my son "Mr. President," because he sounded like a young Obama.

One of my favorite photos of President Obama is the one where the little boy touched the President's hair to see if it felt like his. IT DOES! That little boy could have been MY son whose hair ALSO feels like the President's. I don't know if folks truly understand how POWERFUL that gesture was, but I'm here to tell you...it was MAJOR and sent a message of HOPE to little Black children all over this country that they too, can be the President if they so choose. Skin color, and hair texture are no longer factors thanks to Barack Obama.

Yes...I understand that he is half-White, so folks may wonder why that's not mentioned here. Well there...I just mentioned it. But what you have to understand is this...his "Whiteness" would never have been an obstacle to becoming President. His "Blackness" was. Thankfully though, that didn't deter him, and he overcame the obstacle by great leaps.

Now there is NO WAY that I can write about Barack Obama without acknowledging his incredible wife, Michelle Obama. She was the BEST part of his presidency for me. I loved seeing this Black woman with outstanding credentials of her own, loving and supporting her husband, her children, and simply "doin' her thang." She never gave off the impression of being "stand-offish," and instead made me feel that if I'd known her in a normal everyday setting, we'd probably be friends. She's just cool like that. And that fact that she was JUST LIKE ME...a Black woman born of TWO Black parents made me connect with her even moreso. I know that most folks don't understand what the big deal is about that, and only a Black woman (born of two Black parents) would understand. But it's HUGE...really, it is.

I love that Barack saw the beauty, intelligence, and every other positive attribute in Michelle. The same attributes that a multitude of Black women possess and wish for men (especially Black men) to recognize. I love the Obama's example of love that was displayed for the world to see. A strong depiction of "Black love" that is simply not seen enough. And before folks go barkin' at me about "love sees no color" and all that... Yes, I get it, and I agree. Love is love. Love is beautiful. Love who you love...and all that jazz. I'm just saying that Black women (who are so often overlooked) need, and want love too. That's all.

I love that their children look like my children. Before Obama's presidency, that had never been seen in The White House...or "The People's House" as Michelle called it.

As I write these words (and YOU read them), I am sure that there are those who have negative things to say about President Obama. I've not said I have agreed with EVERY decision he made while in office. There are many that I did not agree with. MANY.

However, in light of all the opposition he faced FROM DAY ONE, I'd say that he did a heckuva job with what (and WHO he had to work with.) EVERY DAY of these last 8 years have been an upward battle for him because that was "the plan" of those who were against him and wanted to see him fail. So unfortunate that it had to be that way. But he endured. He pressed forward, and he completed the task at hand. That's far more than many would have done if given the same circumstances.

I will miss hearing him speak, especially the way he always says , "Look..." when he gets annoyed.
I will miss seeing his corny style of dance (his moves are pretty much like mine).
I will miss that walk (should've had a 70s soundtrack to go with it).
I will miss that beaming smile and the genuinely "cool" way that he carried himself.
Bottom line...President Barack H. Obama was "smooth like butta." Professional and Presidential at all times...yet still, "smooth like butta."

I don't know what the plans are for our former First Family, all I know is that I will continue to keep them in my prayers (as I've done since the day he took office), and ask God to continue to BLESS them. At the same time, I will ask that God bless this country of ours. We need it now, more than ever.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Talk to me if you want to!

Til next time...

Six Special Scoops

Yesterday was rough.

Today is better.

Yesterday I had a "transparent moment" and shared with folks on Facebook about how I got into my "current situation." I know without a doubt that my openness made folks uncomfortable. I'm certain because so few commented and/or reached out. I mean really...I laid EVERYTHING out on the table and fewer than TEN folks had anything to say. Not sure what to make of that, but...it is what it is. Nevertheless, I am exceptionally THANKFUL for the compassionate few who did.

After my post I took a little stroll. When I returned home I checked the mailbox and to my surprise there was a lovely card from someone letting me know (in a nutshell) that THEY care, and that I matter. That card was right on time, and is so greatly appreciated. On it (as you can see), they labeled each of the scoops with what they are praying for me to have in this year of 2017:

• Job
• Love
• Purpose
• Prosperity
• Peace

I stand in agreement and readily receive it all...RIGHT NOW!

Folks, it doesn't take much to brighten someone's dark day. Most people just want to be ACKNOWLEDGED at times when they feel as though they are being IGNORED, UNHEARD, and MISUNDERSTOOD. A little bit of acknowledgment goes a heckuva long way!

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How was YOUR day today?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

The Blessing of Grandparents (and Great-Grandparents)

This morning's Bible reading led me to Genesis 48:8-11. You can read it for yourself but the gist of these verses was that Jacob was meeting two of his grandsons for the first time which was a huge blessing because he didn't think he'd ever even see his son Joseph again...let alone the grandsons.

This reminded me of my Grammy.

Before she passed away she had been sick for YEARS. I had no idea how sick she was. She knew though.

When she found out that I was pregnant with my first child she didn't think she'd live long enough to actually SEE her.

Well...God had a blessing in store for me, my Grammy, and my daughter Lauren, because He allowed my Grammy to see, hold, and LOVE her. It wasn't for long, but it was longer than my Grammy had ever expected.

As I journey through this very troubling time of my life right now (praying that I will not be HOMELESS in 14 days), I am reminded that God is omnipotent TODAY, as He was back in the time of Jacob...and even before.

God blessed my Grammy in the same way that He blessed Jacob. Surely He will bless ME in the MIRACULOUS way that He blessed others in times past as well. At this point I need nothing short of a MIRACLE.

For now though, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Did you grow up knowing your grandparents? And if you have children, did they get to know their grandparents?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Wash'N'Dry

As an apartment dweller, one of my least favorite things to do is WAIT for a washer or dryer to become available.

I live in a 43 unit building. We have FOUR washers (pictured) and FOUR dryers to share amongst the FORTY THREE units.

Most days aren't too bad and I can usually get a washer pretty easily, except for...YESTERDAY. Yesterday I waited for at least 30 minutes for my neighbors to get their items out of the washers (which had already been stopped when I arrived.) FINALLY...two little GIRLS come in (about 7 and 4) and unload the washers. They placed their items in the 3 working dryers (one is broken), and I proceeded to place MY items in the washer.

Now the wash cycle is 31 minutes, and the dry cycle is 48 minutes. Sooo...I set my timer to go back after 48 minutes. Do you think the girls (or even their MOTHER) returned promptly to remove their clothes from the dryer? Do ya?

Let me save you some time.

NO...THEY DIDN'T!

I gave 'em an extra 10 minutes and finally had to remove their clothes from at least ONE of the dryers so that I could use it. Mind you...I needed THREE, but I settled for one.

About 30 minutes into my dry cycle, the two little girls come back out to get their stuff. By this time it was dark and I wanted so badly to ask, "Where is your MOMMA?!?" At that point I was less concerned about their laundry and more concerned about their SAFETY.

Thankfully, we live in a secured building and although they don't live on the same side that I do, where the laundry room is located...they can still get to their apartment without having to go outside the gate. I watched to make sure.

One thing's for sure...I look forward to the day when I am finally a HOMEOWNER and have my OWN washer and dryer. That day is coming (once I get a job). I'm sure of it.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: For all the "apartment dwellers" out there who share a laundry-room...Do you remove your neighbors clothes if they take too long to get them? Or do you patiently wait?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Remembering ME

*** This post was originally drafted some time after November 9, 2014 and before April 23, 2016. Not sure of the exact date. Just realized that I never published it so thought I'd add the finishing touches.***

I've been thinking about death a lot lately. That tends to happen when someone you know and/or love passes away.

Soon after someone passes, if they are one of your friends on Facebook, you immediately begin to see the outpouring of love for that person. Memories are shared. Pictures are shared. And they give me a quick jolt of reality that one day, I too will die. That thought always leaves me to wonder what people will say about me when that happens? What pictures will they share (if any)? What kind words will they say about me (if any)? What impact will I have made on their lives (if any)?

I mean, these are things that I would like to know NOW while I am still alive, so that I can make improvements in areas that may need them. Although my hope is that when I die, I will have touched EVERYONE I know in a POSITIVE way that will have them more blessed for having known me, than if they had not. I would want people who "hear about me" to say, "Wow! Sounds like she was pretty special. Too bad I never got a chance to meet her."

But the reality is...not everybody will have flowery words to say. For those folks, I pray that God would pierce their hearts and make them realize that I wasn't who they thought I was. Had they taken time to actually get to know and UNDERSTAND me, they would have discovered that.

Two years before my Mom passed, she wrote her own obituary. She also knew who she WANTED to speak at her service, and who she DIDN'T. For the most part her wishes were honored...except for ONE person who I wish had kept his mouth shut, although even he acknowledged that his relationship with my Mom wasn't the best...so my thought was, WHY then did you get up to speak? Ugh! The things we do though to avoid "drama", so I let him have his 2 minutes and thankfully he was done.

I too have a list of those who I know could GENUINELY speak about me, and then there are others who don't really know me at all but would try to speak as if they did. Thank goodness I won't have to see any of that. I say that because I don't believe in "looking down from Heaven." I mean really...once one gets to Heaven...why on Earth would they EVER wanna "look down" and see all of the sadness and sorrow that occurs here? I mean, yeah...it would be cool if we could "look down" and only see "the GOOD stuff," but I just don't think that's how it works. I know that the majority of folks believe differently, and they get comfort in thinking that their loved ones "look down." If that gives them comfort, then so let it be.

But back to my original question. When my time comes, what WILL folks say about me?

I would hope that most would say the following:

• She loved helping and serving others.
• She loved children.
• She loved reading.
• She loved reading to children.
• She loved writing.
• She loved music.
• She loved to sing...and sang EVERYDAY.
• She loved to laugh and often made us laugh.
• She was downright funny.
• She was a loyal friend. If you told her something in secret, it stayed with her.
• She was trustworthy.
• She was forgiving (even to those who betrayed her the worst).
• She didn't have much to give financially, but what she could give, she did give.
• She tried to live a life that was pleasing to God.
• She failed at living a life that was pleasing to God...yet she continued to try.
• She prayed daily.
• She prayed for many.
• She prayed for those who loved her, and for those who SAID they loved her (but really didn't...she knew).
• She loved her kiddos: Lauren, Jordan and Terence.
• She may not have been the BEST Mom, but she did her best to be the best to them.
• She loved LOVE, even though love eluded her and never stuck around for very long.
• When she loved, she loved completely. And it took a LOT for that love to diminish. A WHOLE LOT.
• She loved nature.
• She saw the beauty in God's creation in many things that most folks overlooked.
• She appreciated every day that she had functioning EYESIGHT, as one of God's greatest gifts.
• She LOVED the ocean (her "Place of Peace").
• She always felt that she was living a life that was much too small for her.
• She hoped and prayed that she would one day grow into the life that God had purposed for her.
• Her presence was felt and brought positive energy to any space she occupied.
• Her presence was missed when she wasn't around.
• Her presence will be missed from this day forward.
• She loved the Lord with all her heart, mind and soul. She may not have always acted accordingly, but really, she did.
• Although she's no longer here on Earth, she is now happier that she ever was when she was here. This life was not always the kindest to her, and now those hurts will be no more.
• For those who loved her and want to see her again, BELIEVE in Christ as she did. Acknowledge that you are a sinner saved by grace. Confess that Jesus is Lord. Do those things and this will not have to be goodbye. It will simply be "see you later" and you WILL see her again.

So yeah. As morbid as this post may be to some, death is a reality for us ALL. But how many get to share...in advance...what they would like to be remembered for?

Think about it.

Then...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What do YOU want folks to remember about YOU?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

My Magical New Orleans Memories

One year ago today, I was in the most magical of cities...NEW ORLEANS.

Best place I've ever visited, and it's the ONLY place I've ever been to that felt just as much like HOME as my own city.

The FOOD there was FANTASTIC!
The MUSIC was MARVELOUS!!
The PEOPLE were a potpourri of PLEASANTNESS!!!

While I was there it rained a bit (especially at night). That didn't stop me though. Neither did it stop the street musicians from performing on practically every corner, nor did it close the clubs on Frenchmen Street where I bounced in and out of each, enjoying the variety of local artists. In all of the bouncing from place to place, the only money I spent was for ONE Sprite. Didn't even have to pay to get into the clubs. As long as I could find a seat...I was set. Entertainment on a budget...that's how I roll!

In one of the clubs, I enjoyed a female guitar-playing vocalist (whose name escapes me at this point). Along with CDs that she had available for purchase, she had guitar picks that the audience could FREELY take. Say no more...I took one (pictured here). It's my small reminder of the GRAND experience I enjoyed on a rainy night in New Orleans once upon a time.

Looking forward to going back again, and again, and again.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's the best souvenir that you've ever brought back from a trip?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Who's That???

A funny thing happened while waiting for the bus yesterday.

I was minding my own business when I happened to look up and saw a tour bus (like the one pictured) rolling down the street. As it got closer I began to wave at that tourists. The looks on their faces were hilarious. I could tell that they were trying to figure out just who I was...and if they should wave back.

I giggled and thought...I may not be one of the "celebrities" that they were hoping to see along this tour, but in the words of Jesse Jackson, "i AM somebody!" Yes, even in my current situation (Lord, HELP ME!!!)...I am STILL somebody!

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever gone on a Celebrity Tour? If so, who did you see?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Dinosaur Sighting!

Ok, ok...so I didn't actually see a dinosaur...but I saw something pretty darn close.

Caught me so off-guard I had to do a double-take.

Normally when I pass by a pay-phone booth (by the way...for you youngsters out there...that's what this "thing" is),  there's just an empty shell and the phone has been removed.

About a month ago I actually saw a man USING one! Can you BELIEVE that?!? I took a picture of him too but for the sake of his privacy I decided not to post it.

Seeing this today made me realize just how much things have changed. Back when I was a teenager, pay-phones were my lifeline when away from home. I used this to call my parents to let them know where I was, what time the movie would be over, and when to pick me up. It worked.

These days, finding a teenager without a cell phone would be about as rare as spotting a working pay-phone.

Yes indeed...times have surely changed.

So, Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time YOU made a call from a pay-phone booth?

Talk to me (heck, CALL me if you have my number)!

Til next time...

Hot Sauce, Tartar Sauce, Mustard?

This afternoon I fried some fish to eat for lunch. I heated up some brown rice to go with it and my meal was ready.

As I was eating my fish I noticed how plain it was. Most Black folks eat their fried fish with hot sauce.

Other folks may have tartar sauce.

And then there was my mother. It's funny how memories of my mother pop up at the most random of times.

Today, while eating my plain fish, I remembered how my Mom used to eat hers with mustard. Yes, MUSTARD.

So what did I do? I headed on over to the fridge, got out the mustard and covered my fish with it.

Can't say that I loved it...but I did love the memory that it gave me.

More than likely I'll just stick to eating my fish plain, or occasionally with hot sauce. Never with tartar sauce (YUCK), and maybe...just maybe...with mustard every now and then.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What do you like on YOUR fried fish?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Mailbox Surprises

With the advances in modern technology, folks pretty much communicate these days with electronic devices...either via phone or computer.

Rarely does anyone actually hold pen in hand and write letter or note on a card to anyone.

Fortunately, rarely does not mean never. I happen to be one of those rare folks who actually enjoys crafting handwritten notes and letters to be sent as a way to let others know that I am simply thinking about them.

My hope with each card and letter mailed is that it puts a smile on the face of the recipient.

Not sure how many folks still get bills in the mail (most have gone paperless), but if they are anything like me, most of what actually comes through the mailbox is JUNK. So to unexpectedly receive something handwritten from a friend or family member is truly a "mailbox surprise."

As a result of my joy in handwriting cards and letters, I love stationery...especially BLANK cards with pretty designs on the outside. I currently have 3 boxes of blank cards with varying butterfly designs on each. So pretty! And a few months ago a friend gave me a box with the ones that are pictured here with my initial surrounded by a lovely floral design. Someone had given the box to her and she knew exactly who she would in turn give it to. I love it, and have mailed a few from this particular set.

So...there you have it.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time you received or sent a handwritten card or letter in the mail? If you send me your address I'll drop one in the mail to you. Really...I will.

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Mic check, Mic check, Three Four, Three Four...

*** This post was originally "drafted" in January 2012. Apparently I never finished/published it. The topic is still relevant though so I thought I'd finish and publish it today...some 5 years later.***

Ok, so I would've titled today's post "Mic check, Mic check, One Two, One Two...", but I've already done that before.

I've been at this blogging thing for about a year and a half and although it's meant to be a DIALOGUE...99.99% of the time, I'm still talking to myself.

Am I discouraged? A little bit.
Am I going to stop writing? Heck no!

I can't.

Because the moment that I stop writing will be the moment that comes right before my breakthrough. So I press on.

No, I'm not big on the political issues of the day, so I don't write about those.
No, I'm not an expert on any ONE particular thing, so I don't focus on one thing. My blog is reflective of my thoughts...all over the place.

I'm simply a woman with a passion and desire to write, and to hear what YOU have to say.

So how 'bout we get some DIALOGUE going?!?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's on YOUR mind?

Talk to me?

Til next time...

Goin' My Way?

Today marks exactly ONE MONTH since I last drove a car.

I no longer have a car and so I have learned how to get around via public transportation. To be quite honest, it hasn't been too bad.

Google Maps has become my new best friend and has allowed me to figure out exactly how to get where I need to go.

During this past month I have discovered that I prefer the train over the buses. Trains are better for me because I don't have to worry about missing my stop, and...they run on a fairly regular schedule.

With the bus, I can easily miss my stop if I don't know where I'm going, and they don't always come when the schedule says they do. Depending on how close I am to my destination, I sometimes just walk the rest of the way if I've waited to long for the next bus.

The only real downfall to riding public transportation has been  riding at night (which I don't like at all), and not being able to get to some of the places that are further out. I have a friend who just moved to the outskirts of town and public transportation simply doesn't go there. That's a really bummer. Other than that though...it's all good.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time you rode the bus or train?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Giving What I Can

On the first day of this new year I posted about things that didn't go so well LAST year, and what changes I wanted to make to ensure a BETTER 2017.

The key factor that I identified as lacking last year was CONSISTENCY.

I wanted consistency with fitness, my writing, and reading my Bible.

I know that we are only ten days into this year but thus far I am happy with my progress.

With regard to fitness, I am now rewarding myself with a dollar for every day that I get at least 10,000 steps on my Fitbit. Mind you, with my current financial situation I don't even have DOLLARS to reward myself with, so for now I put PENNIES in a baggie and once my financial situation turns around (FOR THE BETTER), I will replace those pennies with the dollars that they represent.

To date, there are SIX pennies in the baggie. For me, that's GREAT progress. My goal is to have at least SEVENTEEN 10, 000 step days each month.

With regard to my writing (primarily here at The Dialogue Den), I've written consistently and I think I am only one day short.

And for the MOST IMPORTANT area of change...I have read my Bible EVERYDAY this month, and actually look forward to it now. My daily reading has evolved into something that I did not anticipate when I first delved in.

You see...I thought my daily reading was going to simply be for ME to strengthen my knowledge OF, and relationship WITH God. It has begun to do that, and much more.

Every morning, before I begin reading, I pray. I ask God to SHOW me what He wants me to see and TEACH me what He wants me to learn. Basically...I need Him to SPEAK to me. And...He does.

What happens next has brought much joy to my spirit.

I share on Facebook whatever it was that spoke most to me. I do this because I know for a fact that I am not the ONLY one going through something. I may be the only one with $2.51 in her bank account, praying for a job offer to come through so that some income can once again be generated...BUT...I am not the only one going through something. Trials come in a variety of ways and we encounter one form or another at some point in our lives.

By sharing what God speaks to ME each day (through His Word), I believe that I am sharing HOPE with others who need it just as much as I do. At this point in my life where I have so little to GIVE, yet need to RECEIVE much...I am thankful to be able to give whatever I can, in whatever way I can.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever set out to do something that you thought would only benefit YOU, and it ultimately ended up benefitting others as well?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Praising IN The Storm

Today has not been the best.

I woke up late and missed my bus for church. Thankfully, my daughter Lauren then offered to drop me off.

As I was getting ready, I checked my bank account balance (pictured here.) Took a deep breath, and continued getting ready.

Soon thereafter, my phone rang. Received some unsettling news that shook me. At that point I was ready to just call it a day. It wasn't even 10 am yet.

But no...

I finished getting ready and let Lauren drop me off at church. At that point I simply fell apart and could not stop the tears from falling.

I need more help now than I have ever needed in my life, in a MAJOR way! Yet even with this knowledge, and my current situation, I knew that I still needed to give God the honor and praise that He so rightly deserves. Yes, even with $27.02 TO MY NAME...He is worthy to be praised.

You see...one thing I know, is that God's praise is not dependent upon MY circumstance.

As Psalm 34:1 states:

"I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth." 

That doesn't say at SOME times, or when times are GOOD. No, it says at ALL times...which means that even now...with blow after blow that keeps coming my way...I must still praise Him.

And so...I did.

Tears POURED from my eyes, and I sang from my heart...to my God.

Just in case folks are thinking that a $27.02 bank balance is "no big deal," or would like to tell me to just "hold on" until payday...I don't HAVE a "payday" at this time. There is NOTHING coming in until I get a new job.

I have been on numerous interviews and nothing has happened yet. However...I believe that is about to change. It MUST!

I went on two interviews last Thursday. One was for a job that I am an excellent match for, and it is a match for me as well.

The other...not so much. They need someone who is far more skilled in Excel than I am. Sure, I can learn Excel and become more advanced, but they'd like someone with that knowledge "right out the gate."

So...back to the first interview.

The agency that sent me told me that they received highly positive feedback and that out of four candidates, I am in the "top two." Yes!

Sometime next week I will be asked to go into the office for half a day just to see "first hand" what the job entails. From there, the company will make their decision.

I am ready to go in there with bells on! Not only because I want this job, but because I  NEED this job. With it I will be able to:

a) KEEP MY HOME (23 more days til the rent is due again)
b) get a car
c) help others when they need it (once I am back on my "financial feet")

So yeah. Things aren't looking too hot right now, yet I am faithfully believing that they are about to turn around. They simply have to! I can not imagine, nor do I want to imagine any other outcome.

I'm sure that there are those who will read this and say, "Welp...sucks to be you. But you created this situation and now it's up to YOU to get yourself out." I get that. I don't need that negativity and/or criticism right now because it doesn't do anything to HELP my situation, but I certainly "get it."

To those folks all I can say is, I AM TRYING!!! I have done everything I know to do to get back to work. EVERYTHING. And that is why the job that I mentioned above simply MUST come through. It just HAS to.

At this point I normally say, Let the DIALOGUE begin. Today will be the first time in all of my 600+ posts where I'm just going to leave it closed-ended. Today's post simply needed to be one that allowed me to share where I'm at. I'm sure that my transparency makes many uncomfortable, but I don't have anything to hide. This is my "current situation." The reason why so many folks who need help never get it is because they live in shame and never tell others what they're going through.

At this point, 16 people have viewed this post. One reached out with a comment (which I appreciate), and the other 15...who knows? It's become so easy these days to listen to one's cry for help and turn a deaf ear to it. That's just the world we live in. Sad, but true.

Anyhoo...just needed to get that out. I may be suffering, but I don't have to suffer in silence. This blog is my voice.  

Til next time...