Thursday, March 23, 2017

Fine Tuning My Faith: Building with God




To know me is to know that I do not subscribe to any organized religion. That is not to slight those that do, it is just that I made up my mind a long time ago that it was not for me. #tooeachitsown As a kid growing up my mom never forced my sister and I to attend church on Sunday, or any other day of the week. Now don’t get me wrong, we were christened, but my mom was not the type to make us go to church. If we wanted to go we went, and if we didn’t want to go we stayed home. I will forever be grateful to my mom for not forcing religion down our throats.

In my early 20’s I made the decision to join a friend’s church after accompanying her for numerous services. I even made the choice to get baptized. As quickly as I signed up for church, I dropped right on out! I soon discovered that it was just not for me. From the church politics, gossip, power struggles, tithing and “love offerings,” to people falling out on pew number four…I just could not deal. There I was sitting up there every Sunday for hours at a time, and leaving emptier that I had arrived…..SMH. It was then that I parted ways from church, organized religion, hypocrites and zealots.

I went on with my life for many years, absent of religion and faith. I thought my life was going just fine, and I was without void. Fast forward to about six months ago when I woke up one morning feeling the same emptiness I had experienced all of those Sundays while sitting in church. At the time many things in my life were out of order, and all over the place. I was professionally unfulfilled after two years of literally killing myself for an ungrateful company….#thesehoesaintloyal, my health was on the decline, some of my most valued relationships were dissipating, and dammit I was seriously unhappy. I sat on the edge of my bed and said “Girl, shit is getting real out here. You seriously need to work on your relationship with God, and build on your spiritual connection with him.”

That was six months ago…fast forward to the now. I have restored my relationship with God, I pray relentlessly because I believe the power they possess, and I am faithful beyond measure. Can I just tell y’all how my life has changed in the six months since I put God first, and submitted to his will? All the things that I thought I was losing were taken from my life, and replaced with so much more. All the problems I worried about that caused sleepless nights were remedied, and I have been sleeping good y’all. My health….but GOD….it is getting beyond right through my commitment to a healthy lifestyle. The relationships that I once feared losing were severed, and I have commenced numerous relationships that are far more substantive and fulfilling. 

I say all of this to say that God is good, but y’all knew that. Of course I still have my days where I feel that things could be better, and then I remember what has already been done in my life, and my gratitude is overflowing.

I am in an extremely amazing space at this time, and it’s a testament to the tag team work that God and I have been putting forth. We are constantly tackling life as a duo, because I no longer have to do it alone. My smile is brighter, my spirit is beaming, and my happy is unmatched. I am no longer losing…I am either winning or I am learning. I just felt like sharing my truth, and maybe, just maybe it will resonate with one person. #TrustGodBro

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Pettiness: Spanish for Misery 



These days it seems as if everywhere you turn there is some reference to “Queen Petty,” “Petty Crocker,” or “Petty Murphy.” You have grown women out here battling to be leader of The Petty Free World…sigh.

The way I see it, pettiness is an art form. I mean you must be seriously disciplined in your studies to obtain credentials in spitefulness. The reality is that many women are more devoted to maintaining their status of petty, than they are to areas of their lives that could prove far more rewarding.

Some people find great entertainment in scrolling through their timelines and seeing this one post subliminal memes in response to that one’s indirect status. I think I speak for Grown Ass Women everywhere when I say we find no solace in seeing women tearing one another down, regardless of the reason.

You see pettiness is easily translated into MISERY….yeah that’s right…MISERY. Trust when I tell you that there is nothing complimentary, or flattering about being a miserable woman. Misery is taxing on your spirit, consumes each ounce of your energy, drains every bit of moisture from your skin, and provides a clear depiction of the void and emptiness in your life.

You mean to tell me that you would rather spend your day demeaning others, opposed to elevating yourself? Yeah that’s some ole miserable, bitter, basic mess right there that I simply cannot engage. What the “Petty Waps” of the world fail to realize is that misery pushes quality people and things out of their lives. That kind of negative energy is toxic, and dangerous. I promise you that GROWN folk simply do not want to, nor do they have to deal with it. We keep it moving, and figuratively laugh from across the room at the levels of pathetic foolishness being displayed.

While #TeamPetty members are going through leaps and bounds trying to one up the next person, keeping up facades, and doing their best to get under the skin of certain people, they are literally dying on the inside. Meanwhile me and all the other Grown Ass Women are out here glowing, shining, striving, and basking in the glory that is our HAPPINESS. Moral of the story: Grown Ass Women stay WINNING, while “Petty Betties” are straight LOSING across the board. Adjust your crowns queens, and push thru negative energy and people!

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