To Or To Not Forget🧸🌷

 

Our minds are a place where we store and collect. Where we deliberate and rationalize.

It is also a place where impressions materialize.

Reminders of events depicted within visionary, auditory or conceptual representation.

Our reflection of memories.

Indelibly painted imprints and images embedded in the brain.

Somethings are forgotten. Some things are remembered as clearly as day.

Sometimes what was totally forgotten can be triggered by something to be recalled again in an instant.

Some memories of things or events become cloudy or totally forgotten to never emerge from the fog of forgetfulness.

Memories that reflect to us are a great benefit bestowed to us upon nature. A blessing to our well-being.

Good, bad, and neutral memories serve to assist within our review, study, attest, and mirror of what we experience and consciously, unconsciously, or subconsciously absorb. –latoya lawrence

 

Great Minds Versus Small Minds🧠🤯

 

Small-minded, ignorant, or narrow-minded people form judgements, speculations or assumptions about others or situations based on their own generalizations, speculations, insecurities or unproven conjectures.

People who are on the level or who have open minds that are broad within a wise/objective/reasoned way of analytical thought process know and respect the vast array of human distinction.

They make judgements or considerations based on another person’s own individuality. Not based on preconceived notions, the typical familiarity of common reactions, behaviors, feelings or mindsets.

Great minds are fully aware of the absolute and possibility thereof when it comes to the diversity within nature and flourishing/development within unique human beings. –latoya lawrence

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.

 

One Who Will Always Hold Her Own🌼

 

Sorry, (And I am not apologetic for speaking the truth) but from my observation some so called Christians strike me as rejects who do not know how to think for themselves.

They sound like wind up dolls who repeat doctrine like hypnotized puppets/flunkies.

I believe in God and know scripture; however, I am not, never was, and never will be the type to bow down to a way of thinking, speaking, or doing by being trained from the instruction or psychology that does not relate to my knowledgeable consciousness of vibration.

My identity can never be taken away by religious, societal or familiar influence held by those who do not challenge what does not pertain to or apply to all.

Some individuals have no backbone.

I could not remain at peace if I was not able to be my true self in mind and within attitude.

The Truth: I Have A Very Strong Mind And Spirit That No One Can Break Through❤

 

I speak the truth. It is true that the truth will set one free. All one must do is Boldy speak it.

It does not matter if one believes or not, just if one knows their own truth and lets it be known.

I have never been known as a liar. I have always had strong credibility among those who count.

My mother taught me as a young child and told me- if you tell me the truth, I can always help you.

Wise words spoken by an exceptional mother.

Why lie to the person on earth who loves you the most and who would fight to the ends of the earth in your honor and defense?

I am amazed at the power released into the universe by having the courage and spunk to speak the truth with such ease and eagerness.

It comes as second nature to me.

Truth is a powerful, wonderful, and dangerous weapon against any lie or falsehood.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

My Sweetheart: I Love You Baby!💝🍫

 

I love being with you. You make me happy. I have so much fun with you.

You make me laugh with your cute little antics.

You melt my heart each time you look into my eyes. You are so sincere.

I love your wet kisses. I love the way you cuddle in bed beside me.

The first time I saw you I knew we were meant to be together.

Our bond is forever.

This is more than animal attraction- and not just a feeling of puppy love.

You stole my heart; nothing will ever tear us apart.

You are my babe- it is surely agreed- even though you are not of the human breed.

Happy Valentines Day my sweet furball of fire!

A sweet smooch goes out to my favorite pooch.

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love For The Life Within Me

 

I do not like the way life/the world is in its imperfect state as it is- I never have.

The atmosphere is not my true origin or dwelling.

Life within itself is a beautiful design along with a lot of wonderful things within creation.

It should be what it temporarily could not be.

Aside from my dislike of this undesirable world and many of its undesirable people and its ways of derogatory lifestyle I do like the life that I have.

I am happy with myself, I love the way I live my life, I love myself, I am content with my job, and I am overjoyed living a life natured and nurtured by spirit.

The essence of pure energy adorns my life. 🕊🕊🕊

 

 

 

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.

 

Riding The Wave Of Peace: My Unwavering Peace Of Mind

 

Fortunately, peace of mind cannot be purchased because if so then it could just as easily be stolen.

Some people search for peace of mind through the presence of other people or through the gaining of material assets and worldly pleasures- none of which are the true origin of where peace of mind lays.

My peace of mind always originated within my spirituality, the person I am, the mentality I hold- the essence that beholds. Inner depth of foundation.

My peace of mind is not contingent upon circumstance or chance.

During a wild storm of a hectic life season, I remain cool and calm because what appears hectic to another is a tidal wave that I ride like a breeze.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Alert!: Merry Christmas!

 

I received this daily alert this morning and I just love it!

God is not only constantly with and around us- he lives inside of us.

This is also another great reason to respect our bodies as we are temples of the most high.

Would you violate the place where the Holy Spirit resides and made a home? Surely not!

May peace, love, faith, strength and protection continue to be with us and follow us into the coming New Year.

We do not have to worry about anything. All we have to do is to pray.

God is the past, the present, and the future ahead. We are ultimately safe and secure within his presence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

The Best Gifts For Every Season

 

The true meaning of Christmas itself is to celebrate the birth and life of Jesus Christ, but there is nothing wrong with attributing this day with merriment and gift-giving.

Still and all, the most precious gifts in life cannot be bought or sold wrapped up and used to eventually be thrown away. Some material possessions do last a lifetime, but people and connected relationships last forever.

The best gifts on earth we have are each other (the one or ones that you love and who sincerely love you whether it is a pet, a genuine friend, or a treasured family member.)

Whether one believes this or not, even if there is no one in your corner, all one truly needs is God as he will provide and secure your future as well as maintain your strength and character.

When we accept Jesus, we receive the most significant (vital) gift of all- eternity.

 

 

 

My Writing Spirit

 

Even though I work constantly and am busy throughout the week I still find the time to write here and there.

When the energy is manifest, there is no way to stop what we are meant and inspired to do.

Nothing can ever get me down or out where I cannot write.

Time periods where I do not write for a while are natural intermission modes waved by spirit.

Everything needs a break or wrap-up as the season ends, begins, then restarts.

We never know where this journey in life may take us but whatever keeps us healthy and happy if it is just a small thing serves as a big outlet given to us by utilizing the purpose set before us.

Purity And Love Signified In The Dove 🕊 🕊 🕊

 

The almighty has ways of making notice the power of his presence known to those of us who are highly spiritually inclined.  

I remember the wonderful reflective vision of reality I had years ago of three beautiful white doves rapidly flapping their wings above my head.

A sign of peace, purity, and protection bestowed upon me graciously by thee.  

There are types of dove birds, yet white doves are gorgeous, and were the ones shown to me supernaturally in a divine expression of what was around me.

I wrote in regard to this extraordinary experience a while back here: (https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/peace-power-purity-and-protection/)

 

Swans On The River

 

I always thought the swan was a beautiful creature as it swam upon the waters of the ocean.

I remember when I worked at the relative of the actress Gwyneth Paltrow’s home some years ago in Massapequa, New York.

The relative’s wife was a retired judge who I attended three nights a week overnight when I worked for Bayada services.

The lady lived in a beautiful house.

From her kitchen to the dayroom to the upstairs patio-like hallway that all occupied sliding-glass doors and windows that one could delightfully view through.

I used to take turns relaxing upstairs with my feet propped up in a chair at night while downstairs on the sofa, admiring the gorgeous attraction of the outdoor night scene from the inside.

The reflections glistening over the waves of the sea, the lighting of other homes far across almost circling the outlines of the land.

Those nights were so quiet and serene.

I would watch boats go by. I would watch the breath-taking pinkish-orange, blue skies before night fall and the reddish-yellow skies before daybreak.

I also used to anticipate the beautiful white swans floating on by during the morning so I could get a good look at them compared to the view of them that I had at night.

I filmed them go by on my smartphone to bring back to share and show to my momma back then.

I have really been to, worked at, and have seen some beautiful places.

 

 

God Will Set The Table, Fix The Plate, And Carry The Weight

 

In this life of unpredictability, we sometimes know what to expect while oftentimes we experience the unexpected.

Once it seems that everything is under control and running smoothly another thing may pop up. Sometimes to the extent that will make one ask “What’s next?!”

When situations or circumstances seem to come at you all at once just give it to God.

When particular occurrences appear to be an overload or too much of a burden- let it go.

 

 

Why stress when we can rest our significant matters into the hands of the Lord?

I have noticed at the most troublesome of times there was no actual distress caused to me as I was not troubled by the happenings around me.

In the same, when I did become concerned about events, I was still able to genuinely laugh, be at peace, and persevere with an uncanny strength and confidence although I dreaded going through the undesirable seasons due to being tired of periodic trials.

When we continue to look and seek beyond instead of what gives the impression of an unfavorable condition that stands directly in front of us, we can endeavor to surpass through the aid of the one who has the power to bypass every storm of the weather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

If I Ever Get The Chance

 

There are wonderful puppies and dogs that come in a variety of breeds, shades, and sizes.

However, I was one who preferred large dogs over smaller ones.

The only small dogs I ever owned was a Poodle and a Chihuahua, and I did not keep the Chihuahua too long. I was not crazy about the tan puppy I named “Peaches”

If I was to get a small breed of dog it would be the Beagle and the Shetland Sheep dog (Shetland’s are in the Collie family).

A gorgeous-looking stray Beagle with blue eyes wandered to the front of my yard years ago when I still lived within the home I grew up at.

I was in my thirties and I would have taken her in, but I did not know where she came from and if she was free of disease. I did not want to take the risk.

My next-door neighbor ended up taking her in and I regretted not being the first to scoop her up as one day she came over to me and ignored my neighbor who was calling her to come back.

I had to pick the Beagle up and hand her over to my neighbor. That is the only way she departed from me.

There was something very special about that dog. We connected instantly.

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Dogs Over People

 

 

Yesterday, a client of mine was visited by his physical therapist.

During the session the subject of dogs came up due to my client mentioning how much he loved his thirteen-year-old pet Terrier.

I heard the physical therapist tell my client that it is easier to be fond of dogs 🐕 than of people.

Immediately, I interjected. “Did you say something to the fact of liking dogs more than people?” I asked the physical therapist to make sure that I heard his words correctly.

“Yes”, he said.

“I totally agree”, I said in response.

“I like them more than I do people. I love them. A lot of people feel that way”. I continued.

I also mentioned how great dogs are, and how they are not devious, and so on.

The physical therapist went on to explain how loyal dogs are, and how they do not lie, and how all they want from us is our love and care. He concluded by saying that dogs don’t play tricks.

Then the physical therapist added, “Well they do play tricks”.

“Yeah, but when they do it is innocent”, I quickly interrupted.

“They play tricks just to have fun”, the physical therapist agreed.

 

 

 

 

It Was Made Obvious

 

I remember in my early twenties when a guy from the old neighborhood I grew up in came up behind me in the 1990’s and uttered, “You love animals more than you love people”.

This was after news had gotten back to him that I had told a small crowd of guys on a street corner one night how ugly they were.

These guys used to act silly and harass me because I would not date them, so I had to put them in check.

Anyhow, the guy who came up behind me heard about the incident and called me a bitch.

He was looking for a reaction because usually the average female would get offended by this word, which, in my opinion, has no meaning unless one decides to place value on it.

If anything, I took “bitch” as a compliment even though he meant it as an insult. I was never the average type of female anyhow. I was very unique in many aspects.

When this guy saw that I did not respond to the word bitch, he knew the reason was because I did not care.

So, the next time he approached me it was about the regard I had for animals, as he would observe the moments, he saw me share in the neighborhood with my dogs.

He was correct. In general, I did care for animals (canines) more than I cared for people- and with good reason!

My two favorite individuals in the entire world were my mother and one of my dogs named Brandie.

Dogs are easier to like or love than most people. I am one who did not love easily to begin with, as I know the true definition of love.

Love in any instance should and has to come naturally.

There is a circle of few I call and who are true friends. There are even people around me who are good and trustworthy.

However, my mother and my dog are the ones who knew me best and who I both consider my friends for life from here on earth to beyond.

 

 

Adored

 

 

It is a jungle out there. People behave like savage wild beasts, while certain domesticated animals remain the calmest, loving, trusting, loyal, joyous and innocent creatures within existence. 
 
Some of us are prone to love and to care for our animals more than we do other people. Some of us even prefer them over other people. 
 
Our animals don’t care what we look like, what color we are, or anything else for that matter. 
  
All they care about is how we treat them, and even animals who get mistreated still give out undeserving volumes of unconditional love and affection. 
 
It may seem that our animals do better than us when it comes to being humane. They teach us a lot about love, forgiveness, and childlikeness. 
 
Attributes Jesus described, then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. -Matthew 18:3 
 
Our animals are very smart, observant, and crafty. We need them just as much as they need us. 
 
Perhaps the world would be a better place if our pets ruled. We surely could take quite a few significant lessons from them on how to behave and to treat one another. 
 
Thank God, he blessed us with canine companions and other animals of preference to adore and to share our homes with, because those furry buddies are the best things on the planet earth! 
 
Sincerely LaToya Lawrence 

 

 

 

 

We’ll Be Together Again One Day ❤

 

I do not understand people who claim that it hurts to talk about a relative who died. I love and enjoy speaking and reminiscing about the times we shared.

If the death of someone ever caused you pain, it is only because of the love you had for them. The more you loved them, the more it hurt, and that hurt feels so good!

Within that pain lies beauty. Beauty is the strength of that love. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I thank God for gifting me with such a strong spirit.

Our loved ones who died in Christ are not actually dead. 
 
They are alive and living well. In fact, they are doing far much better than we are! 
 
Yes, we love them, and we miss them. However, we should be very happy for them. 
 
They, by the grace of God, made it home to Jesus! That is a cause for celebration. 
 
They are residing in the peace and comfort of divine love. 

The love we have for our dear ones could never compare to the love that God has for them. 
 
When we truly love them, we can willingly let them go, and that gives us such beautiful peace knowing them in such wonderful state of bliss. 
 
No more troubles in this perishing world they must endure. 
 
The most phenomenal thing we as believers and children of God recognize is that our deceased relatives are not people who are from our past. 
 
They are people who we know we will look forward to sharing the rest of our future in eternity with once we finally cross over. –latoya lawrence 
 

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. 

 

What Does Love Have To Do With It?

 

There was a ridiculous double standard I used to hear when I was growing up, one that I knew definitely was not true because I myself naturally did not hold this particular stance.

I used to hear how, when it came to intercourse, how, for females, it would take emotion to be involved for her to become engaged, or that, after a sexual encounter, she would become emotionally attached.

Such a bunch of sexists, insulting nonsense!

I am not saying to hop around for the hell of it for those who burn with lust or the occasional desire for some to have sex, or to have sex for the sole purpose of having a child- as I once considered just using a man to conceive a baby many years ago without any commitment or affection on my part.

What I am saying as a fact is that for a “Virgin” or a woman who is constantly sexually active, or that has been sexually active not too often, she does not necessarily have to have any interest at all in a particular man for her to be able to have sex with him.

It does not mean that she cares for him, and it definitely does not mean that she has any love for him.

Sex and love have nothing to do with one another. They are both two separate things.

Women can have sex with men without having any type of attraction or feelings for them- and without any guilt.

I definitely know this all for a fact.

Some men may not have understood or wanted to have accepted this reality because they were always stereotypically viewed as the ones who primarily used women to get what they wanted. So, it was too much of a bruise to the ego.

Truth is, as it is more out in the open these days- though there are still some with ignorant concepts- it works both ways.

There are men who become emotionally attached through sex whereas others do not, and vice-versa with certain women.

Some men or women do have to have feelings for someone before they go to bed with them.

A woman who has sex with a man who she does not love or care for does not make her a whore either, because there are many different types of circumstances that take place within situations.

Men who are whorish do not normally get called the undesirable whores that they truly are by the majority of society.

There are married couples without love within a marriage. To each his or her own.

Yes, when it comes to God, he intended for intercourse to be between couples tied together through wedlock. Anything outside of this is wrong or immoral to God. He also intended true consideration and dedication to each other. That is why marriage was not to be entered into lightly.

However, we all have our own free-will, gifts, and characteristics.

Some of us are asexual and are completely not into sex. Asexuality is not a sin. Some of us do not want to ever get married. Some want a loving, faithful, life-long relationship. Some just want to run around or have sex without strings attached.

There are possible consequences to actions sometimes, such as venereal disease, crazy people with fatal attractions, violent confrontations over cheating, unwanted pregnancies.

Some of these incidents even take place with married couples.

This is a crazy-mixed up world.

I, as a woman, personally wished that there was no such thing as sexual intercourse and that, as a woman, I would be able to conceive a child naturally on my own if I ever decided to (although I did not or would not want any children at this time in my life- but if I ever had a long time ago). I feel I should not have to share my vagina with anyone, and I know I did not ever have to, my vagina belongs to me.

A little note: There is an actual fish in creation that is by nature able to conceive offspring on its own without the fertilization from a male counterpart.