I Am A Drafted Soldier Selected By God🕊🕊🕊

 

I remember in my teenage years and in my early adulthood how I viewed life as nothing.

To me, it still is nothing but at the same time it is something meaningful that means nothing.

I spend and have spent days/years just killing time as I never cared about this world, yet I have had to always keep going on account of a God that has me here for purposes of his own that I do not delight in at all.

Yes, I have no problem coping with or managing this life as my life has shown and proved that I can handle anything. The problem is this life in the present world is unnatural to a natural way that life should be.

A lot of what is deemed normal is not normal.

Why did this plan have to include me? With all the people God created why drag me into this ridiculous shit that has nothing to do with me?

I have been blessed but these certain anointings have never been enough to make living here in the world with all the dumb shit and shit I could care less about worth my while.

I was always ahead of my time and pissed off because God put me here- feeling that I did not belong here and deserved better.

God claims to love but what kind of love would bring me to a place that I despise?

He gave me and gave certain others knowledge but what is the purpose of knowing things when we have no real control over anything and no guarantees in life but to one day die?

Are we just to know that no matter what we have experienced and possess through seasons of happiness and hardships we are still just mere dust that can be blown away at any time?

When I look back at a lot of life that has passed by, I really do not see the point or the purpose in the things I have gone through or encountered.

Most of the things I know now I already knew back when I was much younger.

Many things that excite and that are looked upon as significant to others are not appealing or anything relevant to me.

I did not need to witness or observe accounts of what I considered to be sick shit among other people -or to be successfully delivered through undesirable trials and tribulations- to know or to understand God’s power as I have.

To me, God’s force was always evident. But I was made to be an individual put into a world just like everyone else to undergo inevitable life situations.

What is the point of being in the world if one is truly not of it even if they are born into imperfection?

My resentment in the past for God came from my perceived view of his character and I still hold a little resentment toward him as I do not appreciate things about him that I do not understand as to his reasons why he lets things in life be.

Nevertheless, it is what it is.

I have been tired of this fucked up world since my teenage years yet still strong enough to endure every moment of it.

 

Living Out One’s Truth: A Healthy Form Of Contentment

 

In a world where impressions matter to many, truths are what truly mattered to me.

Not projecting a facade of what is acceptable for the sake of being accepted.

I found it impossible for me to put on a disguise as I am not one to be a people pleaser.

There is a time for courtesy, professionalism, diplomacy, and respecting certain boundaries as well as a time when to justifiably cross them.

It is so important to live out one’s truth even if that genuineness and loyalty to self within self-preservation according to one’s own distinct nature causes a reproach within others due to what goes beyond their own comprehension and/or level of discernment.

I have been lied upon, misunderstood, judged for things I have never done, criticized for not being able to be controlled by others, and I have been the object of other people’s vicious gossip, envy and jealousy just like many other people of substance in life have.

All other people’s negativity did was cause me to become further resilient and despise and look down upon these individuals more than I already had beforehand.

As one who is extremely stubborn no one can make me do anything I do not want to do, and no one can stop me from doing anything that I want to do.

I have noticed an innate force within me that refused to allow me to be deterred from possessing the essential liberty that is instilled within me to express and prevail.

I was naturally inspired to continue to move forward unaffected.

Permitting others, the opportunity to dictate or restrict one’s path and future out of fear/intimidation or discouragement only prevents one’s celestial discovery, steady growth, and ultimate evolution.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Are Not A Reflection Of What Others Reflect

 

There are people who often recognize or acknowledge some of us for who they want us to be instead of who we really are.

They form judgements or have preconceived notions based on generalized perceptions of what they believe we represent through our perceived lifestyle, words, or manner of bearing in which we conduct ourselves.

Some conclusions that others draw may be accurate, partially accurate or just plain wrong altogether.

One cannot be genuinely defined according to conjecture, hearsay, rumor, false assumption or a standard of what one is familiar with and/or accustomed to.

So many factors, shape, make up and contribute to diverse individuals and their behavior.

As soon as one behaves or responds contrary to another person’s sense of belief or reasoning, they may become shocked, disappointed, or even critical toward the other person.

This instance is not an illustration that the people or person in question necessarily did something wrong or acted out of character. It is an example of others whose expectation or notion of what they built up within their own way of thinking projecting upon the surface.

I experienced a long time ago (from my childhood on up) how people would put their own insecurities, ignorance, and negativity onto me and others who they differed from or were jealous towards.

I without a doubt knew that their judgment or lack thereof did not coincide with reality.

Their actions and behavior reflected themselves, who they truly were, and had absolutely nothing to do with me!

 

 

Nostalgia

 

The home decor style of the 60’s and 70’s were not just for hippies and gypsy fortune tellers.

Whether one called them door beads or beaded curtains- bead adornments that decorated the entrances of doorway rooms in the home and within establishments offered a cozy and enchanting ambience to settings that a lot of individuals could appreciate.

I remember as a young child during the late seventies and early eighties, walking through the clear-colored beads that hung from my home, clasping them open, loving the sounds they made while they hit up against one another.

People had many a variety of these beaded curtains.

Some of the people in my neighborhood (next door, across the street, down the block, and blocks away neighbors) had the attractive wooden kind.

Some had bright multicolored ones, and some had ones that were designed in diamond/oval shapes.

Door beads/beaded curtains are a creative way to add character and beauty into a place of residence or business.

The thought also brings to me a wonderful sense of nostalgia to what once was.

There are modern door beads and beaded curtains to decorate our homes with nowadays, but nothing will compare to the essence that held at a time when this style expressed the decade.

 

A Job Does Not Define One’s Worth

 

I was told twice yesterday by a mature (ninety-five year old) woman of experience that because of the way I look physically, and the way that I carry myself, I should be in movies.

This is not the first time I have been told these words and similar ones alike.

As a teen and young adult, some people would ask me if I was a model and would tell me that I could be one.

Another person told me they saw me as a movie actress type who was supposed to be writing screenplays.

Aside from other things, I could have been a lawyer or a psychologist if I had really wanted and chose to. I have both the smarts and the mindset.

The fact is, I never wanted a life in Hollywood to be broadcast on television, or to be photographed for magazines walking down the runway.

I never had the desire to be a legal representative or mental health specialist either.

Though many of us are qualified or can do or become professionals in more than one area, it does not mean this is a preferred career or path to seek.

Jobs and job labels do not define us as individuals.

Even though there are narrow-minded misinformed people who believe the higher the title or higher the income, the higher the stature.

Someone who does not have a job or who has a job that is considered low rank in comparison to high-level/high-profile jobs can have far more integrity, intelligence, ability than the one touting their so-called credentials.

They may have just not gotten the right opportunity, could have fallen into hard times, did not believe enough within themselves or did not have any support.

There are several reasons and factors for why those who could achieve great heights do not.

A lot of people who are in positions of power or who hold positions that are praised within society are not as adequate as they think they are or would like to believe.

Many of them are nothing but shit! They are as common as they come- there is nothing special about their existence.

Novel within character and mindset unlike the ordinary are what define true standing within its authenticity.

 

 

 

Nobody Can Walk In My Shoes The Way I Have

 

 

I like the shoes that I walk in. They fit me just fine.  Sure, there are other pairs on display I can try on, but they would eventually get raggedy to wear out as they all come a dime a dozen.

The shoes on my feet are especially made for me. There are no other duplicates for anyone else to see. These shoes stand the test of time, they are worth much more than a cheap dime.

They are waterproof, hole-proof, and heel-proof. The proof is in the damage-proof that proved the resiliency in my walk.

I have come a long way in my shoes.

No matter whatever came to be I always kept moving forward never to slide back. The motor in my body never allowed me to be immobile.

The sole of the fabric tells it all, my foot imprinted.

I made a mark- nobody can walk in my shoes as I have without the scratches, scrapes and shitloads of crap not showing upon the surface.

Hell, my shoes still look brand new!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Cannot Complain Too Much

 

We all have our ups and downs here and there depending on what each of us individuals consider or define as minor or major bumps in the road of our journey here on earth.

But for the most part life has treated me kindly. I have been fortunate in many areas of travel throughout the interesting ride of this physical plane.

 

My Happy Place

 

I have noticed since my early youth that if there was something in life that I did not want then the circumstance was not going to work out for the best- or at all.

I cannot have anyone, or any situation persuaded, or forced upon me.

I am too headstrong to be influenced by what others may try to impose on me.

When things in life I desired were granted to me or attained by my own accomplishing the circumstance always worked out favorably with long-lasting rewards.

I determine my happiness not what other people define what happiness is according to their standards or perception of what meets the requirements of a happy or content life condition.

Only I know the true source and components needed to define the attributes of my own fulfillment.

 

My Spiritual Connection: Preternatural

 

 

It is wonderful to have spiritual gifts. To be able to see and feel in to the unknown.

To have accurate dreams and visions of beyond where I preternaturally interact within the supernatural.

It is what I am.

By birth, I have one footstep here into this physical plane while my other foot is stepped out inside the spiritual realm.

I am partially experiencing both worlds and whole-heartedly Intune to both.

I am here, but not here.

There have been mysteries revealed to me, spiritual essences revealed to me, revelations revealed to me.

I have a lot of wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flowing around inside of me.

God my creator remains with me.

I can tell God anything. He totally understands me. I am completely straight with him; I always have been.

The good, the bad, and the ugly- I have never been shy or afraid to speak my words of truth to God.

No matter what. God always comes through for me. He speaks back to me in so many ways including through nature.

Everything is made up of energy. We are all energy. The energy made up by my nature is the way that God designed me to be.

Whether I have a complaint, or just feeling my joy, God is there with his open-arms, extraordinary comprehension and incredible forces of power to aid, advise, and to protect.

No matter what may go on or happen in general in life- may it be through unexpected events or whatever else- I know that everything will be alright and will turn out in my favor as it always has since the days of my youth.

 

 

 

 

 

It Does Not Have To Be Written In The Bible For It To Be True

 

From my observations throughout the years there are so-called Christians and others alike who believe if something is not written or mentioned within the Bible then the instance is unlikely to be true or not possible- which I know for fact has never been the truth.

Something does not have to be in the Bible for it to be truthful or possible.

Everything not written in the Bible that can occur is also not always devil inspired or people inspired either.

There is credibility to many situations, circumstances, encounters that were experiences not directly included as taken place in the Bible.

Some people are stuck in their limited scope of reasoning, narrow-mindedness, ignorance, brainwashing, or influences brought on by society.

That is why it is so important to be strong-minded and confident within one’s own.

Knowing while certain others may not share an experience or a belief in no way will make another’s experience or belief less probable. There is a great possibility for their undergoing to be a reality and able to exist.

I have always been headstrong. I do not have to go through something to believe or to know it is able to be true for someone else.

Maybe because I have that insight, nevertheless, one should never let others sway their minds or raise doubt in what they hold to know or believe firmly.

Of course, we as people are liable to hold onto false or erroneous ways of being.

Anyone can misinterpret or be mistaken about things it is when they fail to accept their error once they have discovered or have been proven to be wrong in some way.

 

 

 

 

My Love For Writing Is Countless🍒

 

I received this notification today of 500 hundred likes.

But what I like is that WordPress has been a platform for me to do what I love on a continuous basis whenever convenient for me.

This coming August of 2023 will be sixteen years since I have been blogging here on WordPress.

For many of us, writing is not just a hobby, it is a calling. When we go to answer, we reach further toward that tone over on the other end of the line.

We proceed to dial our own connection because nobody knows our number better than we do.

 

 

A Change Of Style: My Hair Grows So Fast!

 

I always had a nice grade head full of hair that grew long from my childhood unto my adulthood. I was never the type to wear any fake hair (I never had or needed to)  I believe in being totally natural.

The first time I ever cut my hair was at age twelve where I kept it short in the front and long in the back (a cute style back during the 1980’s) until it grew back to its original length.

I first permed my hair when I was eighteen and let it grow all the way down my back throughout my twenties.

A year and a half ago In June of 2021 I went to a barber shop and did the “big chop”. I had them shave all of my hair close to the scalp.

I had already stopped putting a straight perm into my hair two years before. I wanted all remainder of the perm entirely cut off. I had a lot of hair and the barber told me to take a picture of it.

My (Miss LaToya) pretty thick curly/wavy hair on June 6, 2021 being swept after I got the big chop!

I prefer my hair to be totally natural and had planned to keep my hair continuously kept short.

However, my hair grows fast and for five months now I have been wearing my natural locks in a ponytail (the style I used to regularly wear my hair in before I did the big chop) and I love it!

While I will never ever get a perm again I decided to just let my hair grow out as long as it wants to.

 

The Act Of Giving

 

I received Christmas gifts from managers when I worked in retail.

In my field of health care, I have had appreciative clients for no special occasion who had slipped me money for their appreciation of the work I did for them.

 

Before I left work late yesterday afternoon, one of my client’s relatives handed me a Christmas card with money.

I remember years ago when another client’s daughter handed me a Christmas card with two hundred dollars because she appreciated the work I did.

I have encountered nice people who were not just generous with their money but with their time and other acts of kindness and concern toward me.

The thoughts coming from these people are enough for me as I rarely accept money or gifts when asked what it is that I want- even from family or friends.

If people really want to give me something they will have to do it without consulting with me first because I do not ever want anything no matter how odd that may sound.

I have always been this way.

My mother would tell anybody that as she knew firsthand. She used to sometimes innocently fight with me as she did not understand the reason I did not take advantage of items she wanted to buy me when I was a teenager.

It is beautiful though when people give from their heart to show gratitude, love, or just because it is within their nature to be thoughtful or nice.

 

The True Nature Of Celebration

 

 

I stopped celebrating Christmas, Thanksgiving, and even my birthday when I was twelve years of age.

My reason for doing so had absolutely nothing to do with any religious belief or outside influence, they were done purely out of personal feelings and rationalizations.

Many events in this society are commercialized or set within following traditions.

I have always been an unconventional individual, doing and behaving on my own terms according to my own nature and distinct mindset.

I do not, never have, and never will let society dictate what my values should be, how I conduct myself, or how I live my life.

I am not one to just go along with the program.

I still can and do, of course, acknowledge and respect the celebration of holidays and birthdays regarding others as I send out and accept cards or gifts from those who matter or who show kindness.

The thing is, I do not need one day out of a year to express love, the existence of life, appreciation for things, or the beauty of togetherness with those near and dear.

I send out cards, have given gifts, shown gratitude and spent meaningful time with loved ones as an ongoing periodic all year around basis.

To me, every day is a day to be grateful, to celebrate life, to share moments with those we love or care for, and so on.

I am not inspired by tradition because tradition does not inspire who I am.

 

 

 

I Remember Way Back When

 

I remember when the television stations would go off the air after midnight.

There was no all-night, 24/7 broadcast to watch for most channels.

I remember when there was no 911 to call.

We used to have to dial 0 to have the operator transfer us over to the police.

I remember when it cost sixty-five cents to ride public transportation.

I remember when it was a two-dollar admittance into the movie theater to see a double feature.

I remember rotary and touch-tone phones.

I remember when we would stick metal hangers into broken television antennas to gain a clear reception on the old model tubes.

I remember so much of the good old days, too much to mention!

 

Cable Television And Other Companies Throughout The Years

 

In 1986 a man was going door to door on the block of my neighborhood looking for potential customers for the cable TV service that he worked for or represented.

I was ten or eleven at the time, excited at the chance to have the opportunity to watch a selection of cable channels as I was a huge young movie and television buff back then.

I called out to my mother after answering the door. She came downstairs and we both listened to his pitch.

The representative showed us a brochure of the service he promoted, offering us a choice of bundles along with prices.

My mother decided to purchase a cable plan.

The name of the service was BQ Cable- which stood for Brooklyn and Queens.

Later in the years- I do not remember exactly what year- BQ Cable was called Time Warner Cable.

Then later, after further years, to the current, the name of the service was changed to Spectrum Cable.

This instance reminds me of two other establishments from the past to the present.

When I was a little girl there was a bank titled Manufacturer Hanover.

This bank was later changed to Chemical Bank which now is called Chase.

There was also a telephone company called New York Telephone that eventually changed to NYNEX.

Afterwards, NYNEX became Bell Atlantic which is now called Verizon.

I know all this history for a fact because I and my family were with these companies (long time customers from the beginning) through their entire change of ownership and whatever else took place when these establishments expanded or advanced.

Riding The Wheels: Bicycling And Roller-Skates

 

It all started around the age of two or three years of age that I threw a fit inside the department store.

My mother said she had to take the last of her money to buy the Big Wheel low-ride that caught my eye as soon as I had spotted it on display.

My mother’s money did not go to waste.

I rode that Big Wheel up and down the block of our neighborhood and everywhere else when I was supervised by an adult.

I had a high-ride tricycle prior to the Big Wheel that I barely rode. I was not enthusiastic about the red three-wheeler as it later collected dust in the garage.

The color of my Big Wheel was red and yellow. I wore the plastic out of the rider I rode it so much. It had partially split in half.

I loved my Big Wheeler!

When I had gotten a little older my uncle bought me a blue colored bike with training wheels.

When it was time for the training wheels to come off my mother taught me how to ride holding my balance. I learned fast all in one day.

Afterwards, there were other children on the block of our neighborhood who asked my mother to teach them how to ride their bikes without training wheels since their parents had not shown them yet.

In between the periods of the Big Wheel and bike I also enjoyed riding the wheels of my roller’s skates and hot-pink colored skateboard.

Though the skateboard did not interest me nearly as much as the other apparatuses.

Before I hit my teenage years, my mother purchased me a 10-Speed bike.

The last time I rode a bike was in the year 1998.

Bike riding was always a fun, enjoyable activity for me. From childhood riding through the streets with my puppy chilling in the basket of the handle-bars, around corners, and up and down steep hills.

Riding in groups with other neighborhood children reveling in the hot mornings, afternoons and evenings of spring and summer.

I had some wonderful times with a bicycle.

Bicycling as an adult in the quiet of the night, under the calm leaves of trees. Refreshing air blowing amid a breeze while going to get something to eat or something otherwise are just pleasurable accounts to remember.

 

Gliding Down Memory Lane: Ice-Skating

 

The first time I ever went ice-skating I was twelve years of age.

A neighbor took me, her daughters and my god-brother to Rockefeller Center in Manhattan, New York.

I learned how to ice-skate that evening almost immediately.

The activity on ice was exciting and fun.

Since then, I have been down that area of Rockefeller Center plenty of times passing through but never have I been back to the ice-skating rink.

Far before that time I recall going to a roller-rink with my mother and associates from our neighborhood.

I was a little pro at Roller-Skates on the sidewalk and streets of Queens, New York but at the rink with the strobe-lights and disco music is seemed as if the floors were actually spinning so I stayed on the sidelines and watched my mom skate around the floor with the help of a gentleman who helped to hold her steady on her feet.

Fast forward ahead at the ice-skating rink where my god-brother at the time was gliding in between two friendly girls who helped to hold him on his feet after he had fallen onto the ice a couple of times.

We (my god-brother and I) laughed at the situation as we had a sense of humor that was out of this world.

My puppy got in on the action as she would run to pull me along as I held her leash while on my roller’s skates through the streets.

She also loved running beside me as I rode my bicycle up and down the block.

 

Scene Of The Play

 

I remember when I was in the fourth grade. I had a teacher named Mrs. Yaffey. She was Jewish.

I attended an elementary school in Bayside, New York at the time- P.S. 203.

I wrote a play back then as an assignment in which I chose specific classmates to act out in roles I had created within my story. I even cast a student for the narration in between scenes that I had written.

This preparation took place among us all in our classroom.

I never received a low or bad grade on book reports so knew I could write well at an early age.

Reading and writing were my best subjects.

After Mrs. Yaffey was impressed by one of my book reports- she to my surprise- gave me the lead role as Robinhood for our school play called “Potpourri”.

I was not one who wanted to be in the spotlight, so I gave the part to a girl named Erica Goldstein. She had a narrator role in which I exchanged with her.

Throughout the days up until we were to perform on stage in front of an auditorium full of people we rehearsed and had to get our apparel and costumes ready.

I had to wear a white shirt, a black belt, and black tights as the narrator. “Robinhood” had to wear her cape and each other character according to their required specific wardrobe.

During opening night my mother later expressed to me that she was disappointed that I had such few lines in a small role. I don’t think she liked that I gave up the lead part to someone else.

But things like that were not a big deal to me. I was not a child who liked being the center of attention.

My mother did not mean any harm, she was just a parent who was proud of her kid.

 

Tina’s Beautiful Cat

 

 

I have an aunt named Tina who I am not too fond of and who I do not want to be bothered with, however, she loved my dog Brandie as did I and other family members.

Tina had a dog of her own during her teenage days before I was born. But, for the most part Tina is a cat person.

When we shared our family home many years ago, she had a couple of pet cats.

Now as Tina is in her early sixties, she continues to own cats.

Tina had been trying to contact my mother and I through the years, yet we did not respond. So, I finally gave her a chance to connect with me a year and a half ago.

She told me how she watched one of her cats take their last breath and how she planned to get a new cat to keep her other cat company.

I kindly purchased some supplies for her pets from Chewy.com. She did reimburse me though I was looking for nothing in return.

Tina had even invited me to her apartment.

I met one of her cats who had been with her for the longest while the other new cat she adopted was hiding somewhere around the apartment still adjusting to her new home.

The white-colored cat that came over to greet me was adorable and so sweet. She had beautiful eyes and such a wonderful essence about her that I could sense.

Within that moment I understood why Tina loved her so much. In fact, I had an adoring feeling for this lovely creature.

 

 

 

My Poodle

 

As I have been blogging for about sixteen years altogether, I have mentioned throughout that time more than once, for those who are not aware, that I had my very first pet, a pure-bred German Shepherd puppy when I was the age of seven.

From then on, I welcomed many puppies, dogs, and even a few cats inside my home.

My family were not strangers to animals as on my mother’s side of the family- her mother’s mother- they owned a farm in Halifax, Virginia.

So, they had plenty of dogs, chickens, pigs, cattle and so on. My family had their own business in the south.

Most of the dogs that I had were German Shepherds who were mixed, Labrador’s who were mixed, one Chihuahua, and I had a pure-bred poodle.

“Dancer” was an adult small-size white-colored poodle.

She was the second dog I ever owned as a child.

Dancer was very smart and would exhibit human-like behavior just as “Brandie” did (my beloved dog who I adopted later).

Dancer was still at home when I brought seven- to eight-week-old Brandie home from North Shore Animal League in the summer of 1986.

Afterwards, another puppy came from North Shore. Then came “Benji”, a Labrador puppy who I got from a litter through a neighbor.

There was a time I had three dogs in the home all at the same time.

Dancer and I spent a lot of time together, but she was an old dog I had up until the age of twelve until someone stole her away from me.

Our family had a certain idea of who took and sold her.

 

 

 

 

 

Friends For Life ❤🐕

 

The German Shepherd/Collie mix love of my life has been gone for twenty years now.

Time has no bearing when it comes to love as I still think about my precious baby every single day. I always loved her so much from the moment her little body was placed in my young arms at the animal shelter.

Brandie is long gone but she will never be forgotten, and I surely hope to see her one day as many of us whose pets have passed on do.

 

 

There will indeed be dogs and other animals when God brings heaven down to earth for our eternity.

Unfortunately, there is no mention of the Bible stating that we will ever see our pets again as we will our deceased relatives.

Nevertheless, although there is no guarantee, we can hold out hope.

God is the almighty creator and ruler. He can do anything that he pleases, and he may surprise us one day.

I really hope to reunite with Brandie again. I do not want to imagine never seeing or being with her again.

 

 

It Happened One Night Long Ago

 

I remember years ago, at a very young age, walking up the stairs after exiting a subway car on the E train in Queens, New York with my mother. 
 
I may have been six years old at the time. 
 
Before my mother and I went to go through the turnstile of the subway station to reach the further stairways that lead up into the street, a striking couple appeared. 
 
The female was nice in height, very slim and cutely shaped. 
 
She wore a clinging long-sleeved black shirt, black stockings, and a red and white short poker-dot skirt. 
 
Her male counterpart who she held hands with was also of a nice height and had a nice slim physique. 
 
He alike wore a clinging long-sleeved black shirt with black tights/stockings and red shorts. 
 
The couple both had the most adorable large vintage Mickey and Minnie Mouse face-masks over their entire heads.

They looked flawless, and professionally dressed.
 
The couple both took the time to notice me in my childhood and they both waved to me so sweetly as if I was a little kid who was delighted by the sight I saw on that Halloween night. 

My mother smiled as we watched the couple head to catch a train to enjoy their night out on the town. 
 
I will never forget that impression. I still reflect clearly to this day how pleasant the encounter was. 

 

I Am A Proud Child Of The 1970s

 

I am a proud child of the 70’s.

We had some fun and fabulous toys made of excellent quality back then.

I had a lot of items to play with, too many to name.

To mention a few that I loved and enjoyed was The Fisher Price Movie Viewer.

I only had the Snow White, Sesame Street (Cookie Monster in the kitchen), and Mickey Mouse (Lonesome Ghosts) cartridges.

This particular tool was great because we could view the animated films forward and backward, either fast or slow.

The Tree Tots by Kenner were one of my very favorites. I had the Treehouse, the Lighthouse, and the Amusement Park!

The little Tots and their dog were awesome!

 

 

I constantly sniffed my adorable Strawberry Shortcake and Lemon Meringue dolls as they were sweetly scented with fragrance.

I had the adorable Snail that would move on its own as it rode Strawberry Shortcake and her friend in the attached carriage.

Dancerella was a ballerina that stood on her toes and actually spun around in poses. I played with her a lot.

When I was growing up, we were not like the kids today who play with a new toy for a short time, get tired of it, then want a different new toy to play with.

No matter what additional toy was added to our collection, we played with the old and new ones all year around for years until we completely wore them out- I know I did.

I still had some of my old toys into my adulthood stored away before I moved from my childhood home.

We will never have toys and other objects such as the ones that we had back in the day when everything was so exciting.

I am sure the generation before me feels the same way about the era they were born and grew up in.

 

A Discarded Book Is Not The End Of The Chapter

 

 

Those certain people who may have disliked, snubbed, laughed at you, or brushed you off.

The particular job, school, or establishment that did not hire, admit, or accept you.

Situations or circumstances in life that did not work out for you.

All occurrences many times play out as blessings in disguise.

Don’t always take an unwelcoming or unfortunate turn of events as an insult, loss, or defeat.

In actuality, these incidents are favorable wins to success in better areas of life and with others that will prove to be advantageous.

There are one or two things I may have wanted when I was younger and did not get.

I am so glad I do not have or desire these things now, as I am better off without them.

They were not bad, negative things, but things that were not in harmony with the balance within my alignment.

Other things may come at a time when we are ready for them, some things are not meant for us, and many things we just do not need.

We might have plenty of thoughts and ideas about how we would like to write our story. What we want to unfold as we turn the pages of our life.

However, God has a far more superior version of our story, and how it should be written.

God’s direction in detail is a page-turner indeed!  A book about us that we are not able to put down.

Authored with content by one who is brilliantly unmatched.

So let the Lord be the narrator in your life, because if you do, you are guaranteed to be a bestseller! -latoya lawrence 

 

 

 

No Old Lives Through Reincarnation: Only New Life In Jesus (Part One)

 

Everyone has the right to think or believe what they choose to believe in.

Some believe in certain things, some do not, some are undecided because they honestly do not know whether or not a particular thing exists, and some really do not care one way or the other.

We all have our own nature and experience.

What is right for one person may be wrong for the next person.

Some are inclined to what draws them, a propensity toward what falls into place.

A lady was offended over a post I wrote a few days ago with regard to reincarnation (soul ties).

She got mad or was disappointed at me for stating my viewpoint on the matter.

She tried to get back at me by insinuating, because I do not agree with the notion of people coming back to earth throughout the centuries, that I must not actually be born of preternatural ability.

And, that I have a lot to learn due to my nonchalant attitude in regard to her response, which she also took as me being rude or arrogant.

I notice a lot of times people take other people’s comments/posts out of context or as coming off negatively when they do not personally know the person. Every detail, explanation, or essence of a person’s entirety cannot, will not, and should not be displayed or assumed in any single post.

I admit I did not care as her lack of knowledge is of no insult to me. No one’s thoughts or words can erase the truth or discredit someone else’s ability due to their own misconceptions or idle pettiness.

If I do not believe in reincarnation, then I don’t believe in it. I never will- and my third eye, sixth sense, extra sensory perception- whatever one wants to call it, has always been there and will remain.

God’s gifts are irrevocable even if others put labels on them or name them incorrectly. A spiritual gift of insight is the ability to extraordinarily “know, see, feel, hear, taste, smell, and think within communication.

No Past Lives: Only Life In Jesus (Part Two)

 

 

But God will redeem me from the realm of the dead; he will surely take me to himself. -Psalms 49:15

“So it will be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.” -1 Corinthians 15:42-45

“Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.’ ” -John 11:25-26

No Past Lives: Only Life In Jesus (Part Two)

 

And just as each person is destined to die once and after that comes judgment, so also Christ was offered once for all time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people. He will come again, not to deal with our sins, but to bring salvation to all who are eagerly waiting for him.
-Hebrews 9:27-28

 

I did not need the Bible or a verse to indicate to me that reincarnation was not a course of purpose in life.

I never believed in the idea of having lived past lives over and again, not even as a child or teen (though attitudes and beliefs may sometimes change as we evolve) did I think reincarnation sounded right. The notion made no sense to me.

I do not care how many people claim to remember living previous lives before, or the so-called scientific proof behind it.

I am not at all saying that some of these people are not being honest. I just believe there is another explanation.

They may have either had a vision, or visions, of someone else’s life from another timeline, possibly confusing it with a connection to their own.

Their mind could be playing tricks on them as memory can at times be unreliable.

Satan can also be at play, as he and his demons have the ability to masquerade and take on the appearance of people, places and events through false representation.

I do not have all the answers. I do not know everything, and I don’t claim to, or want to.

Nevertheless, I walk by faith and not by sight. I believe in what I cannot see because I am spiritually “awake”. I have always been aware. I have had many encounters of witnessing God’s power, even when I was full of doubt in regard to particular situations.

When the spirits of Moses and Elijah appeared and were witnessed, they were in their original likeness after they had long passed away, having lived only one life on this earth.

I personally am glad there is no coming back and forth into this imperfect, fallen world. Who in their right mind would want to keep repeatedly living in this world full of ruin? Why would God send Jesus to die for us if this was so?

I like God’s version of the truth better. Once I die, the only next life I will enter along with other believers by God’s grace is eternity in the afterlife with my creator.

No Old Lives Through Reincarnation: Only New Life In Jesus (Part One)

 

 

Six days later Jesus took Peter and the two brothers, James and John, and led them up a high mountain to be alone.

As the men watched, Jesus’ appearance was transformed so that his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as light.

Suddenly, Moses and Elijah appeared and began talking with Jesus.

Peter exclaimed, “Lord, it’s wonderful for us to be here! If you want, I’ll make three shelters as memorials —one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.”

But even as he spoke, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, “This is my dearly loved Son, who brings me great joy. Listen to him.”

The disciples were terrified and fell face down on the ground.

Then Jesus came over and touched them. “Get up,” he said. “Don’t be afraid.”

And when they looked up, Moses and Elijah were gone, and they saw only Jesus. -Matthew 17:1-8

 

As A Woman I Am My Own Distinct Material

 

I am not a mother. I had been told I would make a good mother if I had children, and I took the remark as a compliment.

Some may even consider me wife material, which can serve as a compliment or an insult, depending on what one’s idea is based on.

I never saw myself as marriage material, as I never had the desire or interest in romance or for stereotypical wifely duties-this nature was never within me.

The old barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen, outdated image of wife-hood was definitely not a suitable way of life for me either.

Things have changed in this day and age and the definition of wife-material does not necessarily have to be a negative one.

Many secure men appreciate strong, independent women who can hold their own and who can also show love, support and maintain a healthy relationship that produces meaning and growth.

Most of us heard the saying, “You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife”.

Well, I say one cannot turn a virgin or one who is not into sex as a housewife either.

How many sexual partners one has had or not had does not determine one’s sufficiency. It is about one’s mentality and character.

I always knew that my self-esteem or self-worth/value as a female was not defined or dictated by my vagina or men I have never slept with.

Nor did my self-esteem or self-worth depend on what a man or anyone else classified as what was appropriate within their own personal or societal standards.

My vagina is not me; it is only a part of the body that belongs to me. I am the spirit within me, I am an individual having this human experience here on earth.

It is a great offense to suggest that any positive qualities a woman may have are only prized or treasured if a man prefers or desires them.

There are women who have no interest in satisfying a man.

They have no desire to marry or to be in a committed relationship.

Some women are intent on or concerned about developing their own careers, their own personal/spiritual growth, or the fulfillment of what they may want to offer or contribute to the world through their own special purpose.

These types of women do not need the acceptance or approval of a man to feel self-worth and value.

 

 

Life Begins Now

 

“Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. -John 5:24

 

We get eternal life by putting our trust in Jesus.

The gift of being saved cannot be earned. It cannot be attained by doing good deeds, or by being what we perceive as good.

It cannot be gotten by going to church either.

It is only by truly believing in and putting all our trust in Jesus.

Eternal life does not begin once a believer dies and their soul leaves the body.

Eternal life begins immediately while we are still alive in body here on earth, the moment we genuinely accept Jesus as Lord over our lives.

When one is “truly saved”, they are always saved, even if they walk away from God for a while due to anger or misunderstanding, because if one is truly a child of God’s, they will always find their way back to him or he will eventually bring them back through his call.

God knows how to reach an individual whereas others cannot. He knows our story, he understands us, he knows our hearts, he knows us better than anyone else does- he created us as he knitted us together within our mother’s wombs. We were in his thoughts before the creation of the world.

When I was furious at God, I swore I disowned him and that I would never have anything to do with him ever again. The Lord sure showed me differently!

He did not let me go so easily or at all, for that matter. He let time go by- letting me believe I was protected by other means when it was him all along, ultimately protecting me through what I substituted. He proved to me that he had my back when I felt betrayed by him.

It took a tragedy for him to get my attention- and God did his action in such a loving and wonderful way. I am still in shock till this day- he is really awesome.

I still at times have my “God why did you bring me into this world the way that it is nowadays” and “I did not ask to come here; sin was here way before I was born, so why bring me into it?!”

God is my parent as I am still a work in progress when it comes to certain issues that involve not liking certain types of people and life circumstances in general, and so on. However, that is what he wants. For us to give everything all to him.

 

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. –Romans 8:38-39

 

I Am In A Relationship That Will Last Forever

 

I grew up in a home where God was strongly acknowledged.

I was raised by a mother who always believed in God. She grew up attending church as a child and had a love for God.

My mother’s side of the family were strong believers in God. They maintained faith and included God within their lives.

It was not about religion, but having a relationship with God.

My mother introduced me to God at an early age. From the start, everything came naturally. I readily believed and knew God and his story was real, yet I did not fully understand everything as I was still very young.

I was very spiritual, so I already had a connection to God. Certain members of my family were innately spiritual with gifts of the spirit.

There was a time I was consistently angry at God. I was frustrated at circumstances that were not my doing but done unto me and my mother during childhood on up by jealous/envious undesirables and etc….

In addition to other particular unsavory situations in life, I doubted God’s character and felt I could not trust him even though I had seen him do incredible, wonderful things in my life. I never doubted what God could do, but I doubted his goodness and motives/intentions.

God never punished or stopped blessing me when I kept my distance from him. My positive lifestyle did not change, but my attitude toward God and who I wanted to follow did for a while.

Instead of showing anger toward me, God approached me with gentleness and understanding of my misunderstanding of him.

God invited me to come to know him in a deeper and more transparent way than before.

He wanted me to know the real him, not through those who profess him only to show something different, not by misinterpretation- but through my past experiences of faith and what he has done for me and my family before.

By what he has done for me in the present. By what his word says and how his word acts and directs within my life.

God is walking with me every step of the way on my journey here as he promised and will take his time continuing to guide and provide with his ultimate divinity.

 

A “Sweet” Recollection

 

 

I remember those days of the summer- riding our bikes through the neighborhood, playing hopscotch, double-Dutch, and every other fun activity that came to mind as children.

Running back and forth to the store to buy our junk-food goodies!

Them “Hostess” and “Drakes” Twinkies, cupcakes, ring-dings, funny-bones, chocolate devil-dogs and cookies.

Them “Nestle Crunch” and “Hershey candy bars, Reese’s peanut butter cups, Oh Henry, 100 Grand crispy milk chocolate with caramel, Snickers, Whoppers Malted milk balls.

When Mr. Softee came around sounding his music, we’d all run in the house to get money to buy ice-cream cones with or without sprinkles, black-cats, dog-face, fudge-sundaes, milkshakes, ice-cream sandwiches, Italian ices, Popsicles and slushies.

Those were the days!

Us children did not have a care in the world except for the big plans we had- to begin another adventure for the next day.

 

 

 

 

 

Riding The Waters

Daily Living, By Miss LaToya

The first time I remember riding on a boat I was very young, about seven or eight years of age.

It was on the Manhattan Circle-Liner I rode with a group of family members.

They had come up to visit from Virginia. They wanted to tour around the New York City waters to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and other attractions.

During childhood I also visited Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania where I rode numerous water-rides all day. The fun I had! I loved water-rides back then.

I have been on boats a few times as an adult. There is no excitement to it unless I feel myself moving on the vessel.

At the age of sixteen I was bored as can be down inside the Staten Island Ferry as I rode with friends while we hung out in Manhattan on Independence Day.

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Happy To Not Have Children

 

I originally never desired to have any children.

I was not one of those little girls who wanted to get married or have kids as an adult.

If I decided to have a child, I did not ever plan to get married, hook up with a boyfriend or commit to a relationship of any kind.

I did not need or desire companionship or sexual relations at all.

When I was in my twenties, I contemplated the idea of having two daughters, however, I am so glad it never happened for more reasons than one.

I was right from the very beginning of my young life.

I would have made a phenomenal mother but I do not think I was meant to have children.

I would not want to come into this world the way that it is today, yesterday, and the way it will be tomorrow. I definitely do not want any child of mine to be born into this society.

Aside from that, I do not want to be bothered. I love being single, I love being free without any connection to a child.

I am glad to not have adult children either.

I am fully grown, established, and very content with the way I am personally. I absolutely have no regrets.

It is great for those who want or have children as it may suit them.

I as an individual feel blessed and fortunate not to have any.

I remember when I told my mother three years ago how I wanted to get an apartment and get a puppy. She said to me, “A baby taking care of another baby”.

My mother was correct. I am a woman who is wise, responsible, strong, and experienced in life though I have this natural childlike innocence within my aura.

 

 

A Lady Of Her Own Style

 

I am not into all of that name-brand shit as a trend- I had all of those things growing up.

As long as I am clean, my clothes are of quality, and of the taste I prefer I am completely satisfied.

My mother kept me pristine as a child and kept me decked out as I was her little baby girl.

When I rode the school bus a few girls were jealous of the fancy gear my mother had sent me off in and they made it known by their envious talk.

I was just an innocent kid wearing clothes that my loving parent bought for me- but I learned early about the green-eyed monster.

I was always attracted to beauty. I had my own sense of style, an eye for what looked good.

I could pick out stylish home decor along with everything else that had sparked an interest within me. Whatever it was it would be elegant.

I had a knack for great judgment!

When it came to the summer, I liked to wear designer shorts/capris, skirts and jumper-skirts.

I became very conservatively appareled into adulthood. I was naturally comfortable and classy. I had my own fashionable style but nowhere near old-fashioned.

I was never a high-heeled, flashy dresses-wearing girl.

I liked my slacks, jeans, t-shirts or button-down shirts.

I was never too crazy about clothes during my teenage years and as I got older, yet I always dressed nicely.

I am not, nor was I ever, a materialistic person though I had wonderful material things throughout the years since my childhood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Style: My Fancy And Cool Mother

 

My mother was a fashion queen. She had an exceptionally fabulous wardrobe.

My mother had an eye-catching sense of style that attracted attention ever since she was a young girl.

People admired my mother’s apparel, her flair.

Some were even jealous of the gorgeous figure she had and how her clothing fit her adoringly.

She dressed her ass off! From her jewelry, to her jackets, to her pocketbooks, to her blouses, to her jeans, to her heels, to her sneakers, to her dresses- my mother was in a style all by herself.

Fashion ran within the family.

My uncle had a large, spectacular wardrobe full of clothes too! He kept his body clean and dressed very sharply.

Other members of the family also had quality gear to their liking- and a particular few were into luxury and glamor as they had the money to splurge.

My great-grandmother had furs, her sister had lavished items, and her niece was high-class in a league of her own.

Nevertheless, my mother did not dress to impress anyone (none of us did). Nice clothes and things were just a part of her nature, good taste, and talent for design.

 

 

All Natural, Natural Beauty

 

Everything about me is authentic, pure, and natural- from my mind, to my body, to my spirit.

I was never one to wear cosmetics. No one within my immediate family were into cosmetics either- and I loved that about them!

My grandmother sometimes wore lipstick, and my great-grandmother wore her lipstick from time to time but nothing dramatic or commonly done.

I used to play in my great-grandmother’s make-up once in a while as a child when I would play dress-up yet that is as far as it went.

I do not like cosmetics at all, I never did as I grew up.

I am totally natural- no foundations, no skin creams, no nothing but soap and water go on my skin.

I nurture my skin and body from the inside out with the proper nutrition and vitamin supplements.

I always had a high self-esteem. I love myself for who I am not for what a standard of beauty is projected to be.

I never cared what others thought of my appearance my opinion is all that genuinely mattered to me. I have always been confident within myself in that way because my spirituality rules me. Not any religious belief- but strength of character and purpose.

I prefer to not be made up by make-up as I was divinely made real by my creator.

When I see certain women or girls, they look so much better without wearing cosmetics. It is a shame how some are brainwashed or influenced by what society deems as beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I have seen unattractive people called beautiful and attractive people called ugly.

In the same, often cute or pretty girls/women and guys think or consider themselves unattractive while unattractive girls/women think they are the most beautiful thing in the world.

What is true beauty? True beauty is self-love, self-worth, self-respect and a humane regard toward others.

When one truly has those depths instilled all else is irrelevant.

Sure, there are beautiful women and handsome men who were born into my family with nice grades of hair, tones of skin, and figures/physiques.

However, my family was not fazed by those attributes. They knew what they possessed but what they possessed did not possess them.

I myself am blessed with my fair share of attributes. Everybody tells me how lucky I am to still “look and sound like a baby” at the age of forty-seven.

 

 

 

 

 

No Jewelry For Me: It Is Not My Style

 

When I was a baby, my mother adorned me with jewelry.

Cute earrings and bracelets that were made of authentic gold (the earrings) and authentic silver (the bracelets).

As a youngster on up I came not to care for necklaces, earrings or bracelets made of silver or gold.

I loved to wear other types of bracelets made of beads- wavy bangle type bracelets, and the multicolored rubber bracelet wristbands I used to collect and purchase from the bubble gum machines.

Nowadays, and since my teenage years I do not desire to wear bracelets at all.

Rings I have never liked to wear.