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.

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

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.

 

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.

 

 

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.

 

Pathetic People: Stupid Type Of Men And Women

 

I never understood why some women fight over men. Especially when the men do not look like anything.

A man is nothing to fight over and a man is nothing to get hurt over. Yet not everyone shares my mentality, self-love, confidence, strength, self-worth or natural disinterest in men.

There are men who purposely try to make women jealous to gain attention for themselves. It strokes this type of man’s ego for a sign that the woman cares, is attracted, or has feelings for him.

There can be a woman who does not even want the man and he will use another woman who is interested in him to start trouble with the woman who does not want anything to do with him.

Men who behave within this manner are ignorant and immature.

When certain men cheat on women instead of the women getting angry at and/or attacking the other woman they should go after the man responsible for creating whatever drama.

Some individuals are so backward and twisted.

There were men who liked me, would get jealous over another man being around me and, I did not want either one of them.

I did not find the jealousy flattering at all- it was a complete turn off!

 

 

 

Autumn Breeze: More Cafe Talk

 

On this past Friday, the second official day of Autumn, I worked a double shift with two separate clients.

In my field of work, I fortunately have multiple cases to work upon.

On break, during one of my visits, the wife of one of my clients I work with and I headed to a park to donate some books.

Then, we headed to the market to pick up a few items.

Afterwards, we stopped off at a Cafe we occupied before, and engaged in a delightful conversation.

The woman had her coffee and pastry once again as I had an apple juice.

She felt bad that I did not eat anything as this particular Cafe did not serve vegan meals of any kind.

The woman did not want to sit and eat even if she just ate a little something without me eating too.

I told her not to worry about it I was just fine.

Beforehand, at the market, there was not anything there I wanted or that I had a taste for either.

I told the woman I would pick up something later on.

When we left the Cafe, we went and sat on a bench outdoors and talked again some more just like we did a few weeks ago.

It was brisk outside, but we sat in the sunny part of the outdoors to enjoy the rest of our time spent together.

About an hour and a half later, I clocked out. I left to go to a facility to complete my second shift for the day.

 

 

 

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.

 

 

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.

 

 

Happy To Be Single

 

Some people act as if marriage is a badge of honor.

Marriage is an institution I never admired or desired.

I knew since childhood I was not ever going to get married.

The idea of having a boyfriend or lover did not appeal to me either.

I did not want any man sitting up underneath me every day- and I still don’t.

I do not like kissing or cuddling with the opposite sex.

I do not need attention, affection, or support from the opposite sex- I never have. The thought is inconceivable to me.

A romantic relationship with anyone is out of the question there is no chance of it ever happening.

The other person would just be left hurt, disappointed, scorned and/or defeated by their inability to get a rise out of me heart-wise or psychologically if their rejection or hurt initiated them to retaliate against me within any way.

I know this for a fact.

 

 

I have already been through this situation many years ago with men who got mad at me for not wanting them. I was a heart-breaker without a conscious and without even trying to be.

I was not a monster I just do not understand the certain feelings of others that I myself do not have. Nor do I want to understand them when it comes to love relationships.

And- forget about sex! The human penis has always been a huge turn off to me.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What may look good to one person may not look good to another.

I never cared what anyone thought about the way I looked. I was always considered very attractive but what mattered was that I truly like the way that I looked even if no one else in the world did.

My self-esteem was never built on the judgment of others.

I value myself and I am very self-confident. I value one’s character over anything.

I was born to be single as far as I am concerned.

I am single yet romantically unavailable, I would not have myself any other way.

Self-Love, Confidence  And Fulfillment  Comes From Within

 

Men With The “Wrong Head” On Their Shoulders

 

In my younger days men always chased after me whether they were single, had girlfriends, or even wives it didn’t matter.

A lot of guys liked me, not because all were just interested in sex, they genuinely liked me as a person. They enjoyed my conversation; they were intrigued by my uniqueness.

I had male as well as female associates. Sometimes I even got along better with certain males than I did with females.

Men shared wild and intimate secrets with me. They’d have girlfriends or wives while having other women on the side and etc….

I was upfront with them letting them know that they would never get into my panties.

I had some that were glad I was the way that I was even though it was a bruise to their ego. Some were envious of me, some resented me, some didn’t care- I did not care either.

No one could take advantage of me, no one could get over on me. Everything I did was on my terms or to my advantage. I was never the emotional lovey-dovey type of female. Although I had no problem with expressing how I thought or felt.

I had some very funny and crazy experiences with guys.

There was a neighborhood guy in his fifties that was interested in me when I was in my twenties.

We were sitting in his jeep talking while a crowd of people were there hanging out, talking, enjoying the days of summer.

All of a sudden, he turned the key in the ignition, started the vehicle, and drove around the corner.

I opened the door to the jeep and hopped out as we were halfway down the block (he had not drove too fast as I was able to take a safe leap).

I knew he was going to try to rape me.

 

 

When I was out of the jeep he told me to get back in.

I told him no! “Get back into the jeep so that you can rape me and then everybody say that it was my fault for getting back into the jeep?” I spoke.

“Rape?!” He spoke.

This fifty something year old man then got out of his vehicle and literally chased me around the jeep telling me to get back in.

I purposely ran around the jeep to make an ass out of him. Then I walked back down the block to where the rest of the people were. He was nothing to worry about. He was high, hard-up, and frivolously hell-bent.

My mother and I laughed about it later when I told her what had happened “He was going to get him some ass, huh?!” She relayed back in truth and humor.

My mother acknowledged to me that I was lucky the man didn’t have power-locks in his jeep.

Rape is a serious crime and no laughing matter; however, this man was nothing to take serious in my situation I was in no further danger. I was well-known in the neighborhood; people knew him and what he was about. He definitely knew better. I was a hangout partner with his sister whom he didn’t get along too well with.

This man and I ran into one another weeks later as I were on my way to the store, he was parked on the corner and called me over to the car.

I brought up the prior incident.

“Rape?!” He said like the suggestion I made was preposterous in order to through me off. He wanted to make me feel foolish. Of course, it did not work.

“There is too much pussy out here to rape”, he added out of anger.

When I did not back down and insisted on what he aimed to do he exclaimed, “I don’t want you!”

Then he admitted that by his last words he was just trying to hurt my feelings.

“My feelings are not hurt”, I expressed. “Why would I care if you want me or not?”

“Yeah, that could be true. You women can be cold”, he expressed back in return.

I, LaToya did not understand this man’s mentality at all. I did not understand the ignorance.

When I told a male associate the story he automatically knew instinctively as he addressed to me, “He was going to rape you”.

Months later, the fifty-year-old man’s sister came to me and told me that another female came to her and told her that her brother tried to rape her too. I and this other targeted girl did not personally know one another but I had seen her in the neighborhood before.

In return, the sister told the girl that she had heard about it before (through me but she did not tell the girl where she heard about it from).

The man’s sister told me that her brother trying to rape this other woman was not relevant because of her notorious promiscuous sexual behavior.

I disagree.

As far as I am concerned, even a prostitute does not deserve to be raped even though she may be asking for it depending on her situation.

If a woman does not consent to having sex, then no man has the right to force himself on the woman regardless of her sexual history.

Rape is an act of violence and control.

 

 

 

 

Cafe Talk

 

 

During my four-hour shift Friday morning in between work I and an elderly woman of German descent who I was working with sat at a cozy in-door/outdoor cafe.

I was going to pay for my own item but she would not allow me to.

The woman insisted on buying my drink.

She ordered a coffee and a Danish with custard; I had an apple juice.

We sat in an enclosed patio section by windows and had a lovely time of getting acquainted with one another.

When I was a youngster, I was always under people older than me. When I got older, I still mostly hung around with people who were older than me, and they really liked me a lot and I learned a lot from being around them.

I had an old soul and could relate better with those who were older compared to most who were within my own age group at the time.

I always got along with people of all ages, nationalities, and ethnicities as I myself come from biracial bloodline.

So, I am full of diversity in all spectrums of my life from spiritual to cultural to intellectual.

The elder woman and I shared tales of life. She told me about her past, her family members, things she hopes and plans for the future while she is still here on this earth.

She told me about living in Germany before she came to America.

We laughed about things. Talked about things in society. Enjoyed our drinks, she, her pastry.

Then we left the Cafe, resumed doing our work together and laughed and talked more.

I like good people. The woman and I had a harmonious connection, and a start to building a healthy and trustworthy occupational relationship.

 

 

 

The Company One Keeps

 

As a sojourner I continue to listen to God over listening and trusting in the world

I will never stop learning, growing and being made into the individual that he created me to be.

We who live in spirit should constantly beware and be wise.

I was always careful who I associated myself with.

I had no desire to be bothered or to allow just anyone into my circle.

Of course, everyone who comes into our lives are not meant to stay, they do not always have our best interest.

Some who mean us well are not always meant to stay either yet God may allow them to cross our paths as stones to step upon.

I have known these truths early on within life and it had done me a great service to heed warnings, to recognize red flags, and to appreciate whatever enlightenment there was to receive or uncover upon my journey.

 

 

 

 

Happy Times: Strong Family Ties

 

There are a lot of fond memories I have of life with various family members at particular times.

Yet the most favorite times was spent with my mother.

I remember when I was around five or six, and my mother and I were living in our own apartment in Long Island City, New York.

We had moved from my grandmother’s house in Queens Village.

One of my aunts had eventually moved not too far away from us into that area later on too.

 

My great grandmother lived in Manhattan. I forgot where my uncle was living at the time.

The rest of my extremely large family were all over the place from different boroughs to different states.

My mother and I shared some good times there in Queensbridge before we moved back to our family home when the neighborhood area started to get bad.

I loved the environment we were in. I loved the things we used to do together. I liked our apartment. I loved the school I went to and my little best friend whose name was Kim.

I had a wonderful early childhood of bonding, loving, learning, growing and having fun.

 

 

 

 

Really Good People Are Hard To Come By: I Have Been Lucky To Be In The Company Of The Well-Suited From Time To Time

 

This is a huge world with all types of people.

All of us are not going to take to, connect with, or get along with every single person we encounter or come across within this lifetime.

Nevertheless, I have really met and dealt with some people who have treated me with sincerity, reasonableness, kindness, and generosity.

Intelligent people who I could have deep meaningful discussions with.

People who I could just chill and laugh with.

It is nice to still know with all of the fucked-up people in this society that there are and will always be others out there who are compatible with us even if we are all outnumbered by the rest of the assholes out there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Saw An Ex-Coworker Today: “Sears, We Loved You!”

 

I spent another good day in Long Island.

I ran into a lady today who I use to work with years ago at Sears Roebuck.

She still remembered me. And she still looks the same. I told her how good she looked, and that I was glad to see her- and to see her in good health.

I never knew her age when we worked together but the woman (I won’t reveal her name out of respect) told me that she is seventy years of age now.

I honestly told her again, “You look good!”

Then I bent down and whispered to her, “You know us with brown skin”.

“Yup”, she said. “Don’t nothing happen. We stay the same. We don’t get wrinkles, no nothing”. Those were her exact words the way she spoke them.

We moved on to talk about how much we really enjoyed working at Sears years ago.

We discussed how good the managers were, how nice the environment was, how great our job there was.

The both of us could not believe how the time had passed. Where did all the time go?

I worked at Sears Roebuck for four years, from January 2008 to March 2012.

We both wished Sears had never closed down and we discussed that too which had to do with matters that concerned headquarters and so on.

The woman and I talked more until my bus arrived. 🚌

It was a pleasure to reunite and reminisce even if it was only for a moment. ❤

On my way back home earlier today, I brought back some jerk chicken and potato salad for a family member of mine. She said the chicken was so hot she could not finish eating it all.

Too much spice was in the preparation. I guess some people like it that way.

I am one that doesn’t like extremely spicy food either.

I told her to just throw the chicken away and I will pick her up something else next time.

I like to bring food and stuff back home to my family. We always shared like that.

The True Beauty And Power Of Love

 

 

I have loved and been loved unconditionally.

The term love is often used loosely by many. Genuine love is powerful.

Some who don’t receive affection in the home become jealous of others who do. They then go out to search for love in all the wrong places only to later be disappointed.

Love cannot be persuaded or forced love has to come naturally.

When one has truly experienced love, they have experienced a beauty that no one can ever take away.

 

 

Fake People Are So Easy To See Through!

 

It is hilarious how some people are in toxic relationships and pretend to be happy when they know they’re really not.

They put on a show for others, however, those of us with true insight see and know the truth.

Genuine happiness or contentment is not validated by acts of pretense for the public eye.

No one with discernment is fooled by the phony displays.

Authentic people are secure and don’t go around trying to prove to anyone the love, peace, happiness or fulfillment they have inside.

There is a big difference between sharing out of the propensity to be open and helpful, and sharing with the intent to put on airs.

 

 

Our Fur Babies

Check out this link after reading the post below if you’re an animal lover: Gone Too Soon

Aren’t they so lovable and adorable?!

They are the love of our lives.

Us pet parents will hurt someone over our fur babies.

We cherish them dearly ❤

Nothing compares to the beautiful relationship between a pet and their owner aside from the connection to a beloved relative.

Puppies and dogs 🐕 are such wonderful companions to have around.

I have written many posts about my beloved pets, and canines in general, over the fifteen years of blogging.

Friends and family members of mine have shared and discussed the value and nature within what we have witnessed with some of these amazing creatures.

Some individuals go too far and take things to the extreme when it comes to their pets, though.

As I have mentioned before (and I don’t mean to sound like a broken record), I never drank or ate out of the same cup or bowl as my pup or dog like I have seen certain people do and have never gotten into the tub to take a bath with my dogs- and I never will.

Those actions are not for me, but I definitely kiss my fur babies on the nose, give them warm hugs, and let them sleep on my bed!

 

 

 

 

My True Source Of Help

The Lord is my best friend. He is the one I go to for help.

Aside from my mother, I would depend on him before I would depend on anyone else.

God was always ready, willing, and able to help me even when I did not know that he had already taken charge of my situation ahead of time.

Isn’t he a mighty rock in the nick of time?!  

There are people we interact with and who help us out in life such as, parents, doctors, teachers, and so on, but none of them can bring aid or relief to us in the way that God does.

From my own personal experience, it has always been God who was able to fix and to correct my situation because he is the only one who truly knew every core of my inner being and where to operate.

I never needed a counselor, therapist, or shoulder to cry on (aside from my mother), ever in my life. All I needed was a spiritual advisor, and I speak the truth!

Only a higher power was able to solve my specific problem, conflict, or difficulty. Whatever it was that was missing only God could replace it for me.

It is still this way today.

A force to prevent me to seek help from where there is no requirement unto what would not be understood.

When my circumstance does occasionally arise, the affairs are derived mostly from a spiritual aspect that connects to my physical elemental situation.

God comprehends in the ultimate way that others cannot.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth! -Psalms 121: 1-2

 

 

 

Spiritual Communication With The Lord

The Lord is so kind. He showed me his care as he does within so many ways.

Yesterday he sent me an unexpected message, answers along with guidance and encouragement to a situation I was sure of, yet had pondered through anyway.

Let not your heart be troubled. Trust in Godand trust also in me“. -John 14: 1 was the Lord’s address to me.

The life of God’s children is not easy; however, we should not be worried or anxious in our hearts. There is no reason for any of us to be troubled if we have accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior.

We are not to be intimidated or frightened by the devil or by the magnitude of the evil and negativity in this world.

God let me know as a confirmation that it was okay to justifiably erase toxic people from my life without turning back. In fact, that it was a necessary act of spiritual, mental, and emotional cleansing.

We are to rid ourselves of those who speak negativity into our lives, and who try to weigh us down.

Commit your actions to the LORD, and your plans will succeed. The LORD has made everything for his own purposes, even the wicked for a day of disaster. Proverbs 16: 3

 

Down Memory Lane

I remember a few years ago my mother and I looked at quite a few old family photos and after we went through them all we both enjoyed the time spent doing so.

The photos inspired us to reminisce and discuss moments of past events with laughter, further input, and togetherness.

While we as people don’t have to dwell into the past it is nice to periodically take a walk down memory lane to appreciate the fun, wonderful, meaningful, and life-teaching experiences and encounters that helped to shape and carry us to our present.

Even some of the bad things we may have endured is a testimony to what we were able to overcome, rise above, and triumph from.

We can look back and be thankful for the times we have shared with others and the benefits that was brought into our lives. The beauty of it all allows us to look ahead at what was left behind then take forward everything preciously gathered.

A Change Of Heart

I have heard stories of how Jesus transformed prostitutes, drug addicts, murderers, and so on. I have never been any of those things, but for the Lord to actually impact the lives of specific individuals who once lived within the grips of that type of lifestyle is truly inspiring and phenomenal.

I can testify to how God transformed my heart from hatred toward him to amicable. I believe aside for his great purpose for me the Lord also wants to use me as an example and inspiration to others.

If he could rededicate a believer of him since childhood who turned away from him in animosity during adulthood that is a story worth telling within itself- no matter how minor it may seem.

Returning back to the arms of God, surrendering completely to his plan, and having a hunger for reading the word and connecting deeper to his spirit is hardly anything insignificant to the Lord.

The event is a cause for celebration in the heavens. There is nothing more important on earth than having an intimate partnership with God.

True To The Heart

When I write sometimes I do not know where it will completely lead to. What I write practically writes itself. This is how it has mainly been as one being led by the spirit. I just let it go and let the spirit get out whatever message it wants to speak in those certain moments. Well, here goes:

I remember a few years ago some girl by the name of Melissa left me a comment. She had the nerve to think or believe that she was actually schooling me about God based on her preconceived notions of what she ignorantly gathered from reading an article that I wrote.

One cannot know a person’s life or entire life story just by reading a few detailed posts from a blog. My mother was solid in her Christian/Baptist faith she attended church regularly as a child, had gotten me christened/anointed/blessed at four months in a catholic church, and introduced me to God at a very early age.

I had always believed in the Lord, was gifted with second-sight, and was led to him and by him. God’s favor was on me since the beginning of my journey here on earth as a little infant. My mother and I shared countless instance of the Lord’s providence.

During my teenage years up into my early adulthood I had a very strong relationship with God and was in communication with him consistently through prayer and would constantly reap his generosity.

I was no stranger to the Lord, and he was not someone who was a stranger to me. Due to my aversion toward negative situations and circumstances brought on by undesirables (jealous/envious/miserable people) and the certain inevitable trials of life, in general, I was fed up and tired and very resentful at God for what I had to go through from childhood on up.

It happens. Nonetheless, the Lord called me back to him after my distancing myself from him for so long even though he never distanced himself from me.

The whole time God was still there taking really great care of me. I was furious at the Lord for various reasons, yet he did not punish me. Instead, he showed me compassion, mercy, and grace. He also extended an invitation to rekindle our fellowship so that I could get to know him more genuinely and intimately within a way that I never knew or understood him beforehand.

I accepted Jesus Christ between the age of ten, eleven, or twelve. It was so long ago I don’t remember exactly but it was before I entered into my teen years.

My great-grandmother criticized me over the telephone when I was about fifteen telling me that I wasn’t normal because I wasn’t doing and acting the way other teenagers were at the time.

According to her, I should have been hanging out, partying, having sex, and whatever else she hoped since she had gotten pregnant at fourteen, would get drunk and possibly do drugs as well as associate with the wrong type of people who used and abused her.

Any other great-grandmother who was truly a Christian at heart would have been proud and recognized that it was God’s holy spirit within me claiming me as one of his very own children.

I was never of this world.

I did not judge my great-grandmother or care about what she did in life. All of her regrets and downfalls she took out on certain members of the family out of jealousy. She and my eldest aunt tried their best to destroy my mother and I years ago. My mother and I were not like the rest of the immediate family. We were unique and spiritually inclined.

Insight was a gift that ran in the family but my mother and I were different than them in character and personality, we were cut from different cloths (not of the same nature).

God knows us all. It does not matter what other people think or what other people say. God is the true judge, soul-seeker, and examiner of the heart and our intentions. None of us have to explain ourselves to anyone and we are not to be a pleaser to those who do not understand or accept us. We are to be pleasers and expressers of God.

For the Lord knows us better than we know ourselves and only he can reach us in the places where he is able to search and find us.

Bible Study

 

I always loved and enjoyed bible study. I like it even more now than I did years ago. There is a purity and serenity that comes along from reading and engaging in the scriptures. When I read my bible and devotionals, I feel a genuine spiritual connection.

God’s word is food for the soul, true life sustaining nourishment that incites me to hunger for more.

When I get into the passages, delving into the lives of specific characters they strike me not as strangers but more like family members. Though I never knew any of them on a personal level the affection, endearment and relation are there.

The bible is so relevant today just as it was back then many years ago.

I get wrapped into my reading sometimes for three or five hours straight when I have the time. However, there is not a day that goes by that I miss reading a piece of scripture or my devotionals.

I am into the word every day whether I spends hours or just a half an hour.

I also have discipleship and one on one bible study with my pastor once a week in addition and it is just never too much of spending time with the lord.

Let’s Talk About The Good News!

I am no stranger to the spirit. It is a great inspirer and motivator. Through the fruit of the spirit, along with the natural and supernatural talents bestowed upon us for his glory, God will speak and shine his light- to steadily flow through us.

As an ambassador of Jesus Christ, I have no problem sharing and spreading his wonderful message of truth and warnings. It is vital information that affects everyone’s future now unto eternity.

This world is not going to last, we are all going to die one day and while we are here God is giving us time by extending his grace. Once this time period is over it will be too late.

In whichever way God stimulates his spirit within you take courage and let him be your guide. For those of us filled with the “anointed essence” of the joy (excitement) we have no obstacle to hold us back from exercising the word through our special talents and abilities.

We are not, and don’t have to be perfect in what we do. Our Lord meets us where we’re at and uses our experiences and testimonies to bear witness to his truth, power, and glory. All we have to do is be sincere, then trust and believe in the work God is perfecting within his purpose for us.

Reach out to those around you who may not yet know our Lord in the way that you do. Let them know that the only way to heaven is through Jesus Christ even if what you express brings a discomfort.

A tough situation and talk about the beauty of Jesus and the consequences of rejecting him is utterly worth the everlasting gift of residing in the house of the Lord for all eternity.

It’s our job to reaffirm and to continuously make known the Gospel of Jesus Christ and why he came here to the earth.

He came so that we could once again have a close personal relationship with God the father by sacrificing himself so that we would be saved from our sins and able to escape damnation- which is eternal separation from God in hell after death.

We can explain and help others to the correct path, however, we cannot force them to walk down the narrow lane. The final outcome is up to them whether or not they attempt to embrace and surrender to the only way, truth, and life- which is no other than God’s one and only begotten son Jesus Christ who died so that we could live.

 

 

 

Dedicated To The Lord

I always believed in God and was led to him by spirit at an early age. Between the time I was ten years old to twelve is when I first gave myself to Jesus Christ.

Seven months ago, I resubmitted to God and reaffirmed my trust, obedience, and love with a better understanding of getting to know the Lord through all of my past experiences of his faithfulness, grace, mercy, and unwavering providence.

It is truly a blessing and honor to pick up the development and continuation of a long-lasting relationship that I began long ago. A connection regained with an even stronger and deeper foundation that is rooted in genuine purpose.

The best move I could make in my life was to rededicate myself to the Lord at his generous, kind, and thoughtful summon.

The greatest step anyone can take is to ultimately choose and decide to believe in, accept, and follow/surrender to Jesus.

If you haven’t already, do it immediately!

Jesus offers all of us, who the father knew, -far beforehand- would not deny his precious gift to come to him for salvation.

We are no longer separated from God through the sacrifice Jesus Christ made for us.

The Kingdom is yours if you put your trust and faith in the one who promises to one day put a complete end to all bad things. Our Lord is in total control and he is working everything out for the good of his divine plan.

A God Who Answers Our Prayers

And we will receive from him whatever we ask because we obey him and do the things that please him. -1 John 3:22

I was the target of other people’s witchcraft from a very early age.

As I always had a strong mind there were things my envious and jealous adversaries just couldn’t get me to falsely accept, such as the negative and deceitful thoughts they attempted to place inside my head.

During my teenage years, when trying to manipulate my mind didn’t produce their desired results, they’d try to manipulate my emotions.

One day I just had gotten completely tired as the feelings my adversaries were transmitting through Satanic measures were overwhelmingly annoying. So, I called out to Jesus and expressed my vexation. The Lord responded to me by taking away those demonic influenced interruptions and those particular manipulative feelings never came back again.

I noticed in my early adulthood that God was granting me most of the things I asked him for. The things I didn’t receive, I didn’t need because he only gives us what is best for us.

I also noticed that nothing was too small for God in my requests. Things I may have wanted since childhood he gave to me during my latter years he sets his own perfect time to provide certain things for our benefit.

The Lord gave me things to help me and to make life a little bit more comfortable, expressing his goodness in a fallen world.

I was very strong in prayer and when I look back on how God never ceased at answering me, I realize that I must have developed a close and solid relationship with him. I use to talk to him all of the time.

All of us in Christ need to get into the habit of regularly and continuously talking to God. Not just for things that we may desire but for our vital need for him in our lives.

Talk to him about everything. Share all thoughts (even though God already knows everything about us and what is happening in our lives), concerns and activities. Ask for his direction and help in all things, and never forget to acknowledge how thankful you are for all that he does and continues to do.

In everything we reference to the Lord let it come from sincerity. If you have any doubts and/or fears let him know specifically. Be upfront and ask for his help.


You can ask for anything in my name, and I will do it, so that the Son can bring glory to the Father. -John 14:13

Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. -Matthew 7:7

 

An Honor: The Holy Spirit

I remember as a child reading through the scriptures (the bible) and coming across 1 Corinthians 6:19 where it says, Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself.

I was looking through my “New King James” version and “Living” bible text at the time which were worded different but conveying the same message.

The verses in the passage had significance to me as I was trying to come into understanding God’s word.

I didn’t comprehend the total depth of the Holy Spirit dwelling within us who are the children of God as I do now. However, I did take the matter seriously and wanted to respect the fact by keeping myself pure through him.

In my adulthood, and where I am at today, having experienced God’s Holy Spirit for years without even realizing the work and glory that it was producing in me, I can honestly say that it is a privilege indeed.

To have God actually living inside of us is sacred. It is an honor. We are one with our Lord as he is in us, and we are in him.

It is one of the most beautiful expressions of his love, promises and faithfulness.

Having God literally reside within our spirit should urge us even more to rejoice in our surrender to his comfort, guidance and authority.

We are truly blessed by grace to be intimately united with God and to have a close, personal relationship with him through Jesus Christ who bridged the gap of separation between us and our heavenly father.