As I was stirring my coffee at Starbucks this morning, "The New York Times" caught my eye. See the attached pictures. This is not the first time it has caught my eye, but this morning, I was compelled to buy it. After reading this article about these women, my first thought was, "FORGET THEM! LET EM STAY THERE!!" Almost immediately after, my heart was struck with, "What if it was Taylor?" I grappled with different thoughts at that point. I won't summarize the article but in a nutshell, it was about two women who left their countries to join ISIS, but now want to come home.
If I say, I follow God; believe in His Power and Holy Spirit; follow and claim Jesus as my Savior; and claim to have and live by the Love of Christ, then I also claim His forgiveness. This forgiveness is often times bitter, but it's of God, whom many of us claim to know and serve. The forgiveness that exists within the Love of Christ is inexhaustible. Carnal minds can't fathom this, which is why we struggle with this. Even those of us who keep our minds on whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable and anything excellent or praiseworthy, struggle with forgiveness at times. The battle between spirit and flesh is real and ongoing, until God ends it.
One day, this guy that Jesus knew, asked, "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Then, Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times." Some translations say "seventy times seven." I'm sure you get the gist of the message. Unfortunately, in today's society, flags, politics, feelings and even religion trump Christ's forgiveness. Forgiveness is a way of living, just as Love.
I remember a time when a friend crossed me up something awful. The day he came clean and apologized, he asked for forgiveness. This was one of those moments when I opened my mouth and spoke words, not my own. I told him, "You were forgiven the day we became friends." Yes, it felt like swallowing a baby porcupine with acid dipped quills. As I look back to that day and considering the bigger picture of that moment, I see that God literally saved lives. Knowing now, that on that day, my friend was one harsh word away from a violent snap, I see God's work. You never know the impact of forgiveness until you give it. It's an invitation to another chance. It's an invitation to be better. Not all who receive forgiveness will do better by you or for themselves, but it's not for us to decide who gets it and who doesn't. Was Jesus that way with you, when you came to Him, confessing your life and asking for salvation?
We claim the Love of Christ and in that Love dwells Forgiveness. I hope my point was made.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
Since I could not sleep in as late as I planned this morning (Thanks Mattie & Leo!), I figured I'd come down and listen to my music. Of course this annoys the kids, as no one likes my music but me, unless it's Queen. The first song I listened to was "Pomps & Pride" by Toots and the Maytals. Being born and raised American, I sometimes find it hard to follow and understand some reggae songs without googling the lyrics. I thought to myself, "I've never known the full lyrics of this song!" So, I googled it. Prior to now, I felt I had a tidbit of understanding. As I was listening and reading, a verse jumped out at me. Follow me on this. The verse goes, "Everybody just crying, crying, sighing, sighing, dying to see this light. And when they see it, they say it's not bright! Can this be right?"
To all you Believers and those of you who know the history of God's chosen folks, does this not sound familiar? For centuries, the people of Israel awaited the Savior whom they had been hearing about since God chastised Adam, Eve, and Satan for what went down in the Garden of Eden. Enoch even wrote about Him. When Jesus arrived on the scene, the religious leaders were so corrupt, full of "pomps and pride", they could not see Him (John 1:9-10). In their minds, the Savior would be of great physical power and strength, and the Kingdom of God would also be as such. This just proves that by this time, Truth was so twisted and distorted by centuries of corruption, misinterpretation, and misunderstanding; some malicious and some not.
Paul admonishes us, "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." Then he further urges us, "Put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God."
We are spiritual beings in a world, flooded with varying, contrasting, and warring spirits. Yet, there is One Spirit that stands above and is most powerful over all. This is the Spirit, the Light, that came into the world after John the Baptist, also known as "The Voice in the Wilderness", prepared the way. The Light came, and we saw nothing more than our measly selves. For we had not the Spirit to see how great this Light was. Furthermore, we could not see our own potential of being amazing souls. Jesus came to show us the Way, the Truth, and the Life, in human form; OUR form! Can you not see?? He set the bar, the example, the path! All we have to do is set aside the "pomps and pride", the evil and corrupt, the ignorance and hatred, and take on the greatest thing God ever gave us; His Love!
Look at Martin Luther King Jr., Mother Theresa, and others who have accomplished living this Love that surpasses all understanding (Epesians 3:14-19). GREAT things can be accomplished when operating in the Love of Christ. Nations can be changed when we recognize the Light for Who He Is! I'll be doggone if I witness this Light and say, "It's not bright!" Yet, so many of us in this world say it every day. We say it, when we turn to religious leaders and politicians, to be our salvation. We say it, when we believe that the key to happiness is financial stability, having a man/woman, and having material things. Such distances us from where God would like us to be.
Meeting Jesus Christ, and allowing Him to purge my heart, rearrange my mind, and set aright my soul, was the absolute GREATEST thing I've ever experienced in my life. I see the Light for Who He truly is! This is the Light that allows us to have true sight in this world. It gives us the ability to rightly divide the Word of Truth (2 Timothy 2). Having the Light in your heart makes your eyes bright headlights, piercing through the darkness of this world that the sun is incapable of exposing. Yes, there is such a darkness.
The Light is bright y'all! Set aside the "pomps and pride" and allow the Savior in. He will change your life, your heart, and your soul for the better. Stop taking other people's words for it! I can say it all day long! Others can preach it all day long! This does NOTHING for you! You have to be the one to "taste and see" (Psalm 34:8). When all is said and done, no one will be able to speak on your behalf when face to face with God, except the Light of whom so many say, "It's not bright."
God forbid this be you:
“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of Heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven. Many will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?’ And then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness!’"
Before you ask, "The work of God is this: to believe in the One He has sent."
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
The night before the night before last, I had a very vivid dream. I was at a reception of some sort, it looked to be. I was sitting next to a minister from a church I attended years ago. She was speaking with other people, not realizing I was next to her. Once the people she spoke to were gone, she turned and seemed surprised to see me there. After greetings, we began discussing insulin pumps. It was extremely weird, considering that she does not have Type 1 Diabetes. She had this elaborate insulin pump, the latest in insulin pump tech. She showed off all its features and super cool accessories. All I could think was, “That’s just too much! I don’t trust it,” as much of it made no sense to me. After the show, I asked about her insulin and what type she used. A deer in the headlights, she became, as I questioned what was actually going into her body. The minister stuttered and stammered a bit, in effort to change the subject. At that point, I woke up and took Leo out for a quick walk.
As I showered in preparation for work, the next morning, I pondered the dream and its meaning. I knew that the message had nothing to do with diabetes or insulin pumps. So I asked God for the meaning of the dream or what may be learned from it. My thoughts were guided to the church, not the one seen in the Book of Acts, but the modern day religions and denominations that we identify as church. It was not until that afternoon, as my friend and I were discussing Daniel 11 and my dream that something struck me hard in the chest. It was Daniel 11:32, which says, “With flattery he will corrupt those who have violated the covenant, but the people who know their God will firmly resist him.”
I see this flattery as a form of desensitizing the violators to the severity of the corruption in their hearts. “It’s not so bad Mr./Mrs. Minister, it’s not like you’ve killed someone.” Better yet, “Did Jesus REALLY say for you not to store up treasures on earth?” What about, “It’s not YOUR fault these people exalt and praise you, more than they do God. I mean, you’re just being about your Father’s business, right?” Finally, “As long as you feel good, you ARE good!” My minister friend was all about her pump, the look of it, the expensiveness of it, and the attention it drew. She wore it with pomp and pride, but when asked what was in it and what she was allowing into her body, she was lost and could not talk to me about what’s most important for her disease.
The darkness of this world, and the purveyors of it, continue to lead many astray in convincing us that the look of a thing is more important than the truth of a thing. In allowing this, we move into houses with leaky pipes, faulty wiring, and rotten studs. Yet, we are totally okay with it, because all these things are hidden behind beautifully painted and decorated walls and molding. It’s only a matter time that the Kingdom of good will come upon us as a mountain, like no other. All other mountains of gold, silver, false & incorrect teaching, pride, arrogance, and all things that stand in opposition of our God, Yahweh, will crumble and melt away. On his mountain, you will find the latter of the aforementioned scripture.
Yahweh wants your heart, not your looks, and not your lip service. In a time when fake and phony fuel our society and self-loathing is applauded and glorified, the parts of us that matter remain hidden and trapped under doubt, fear, low self-esteem, shame, guilt, regret, and all other manner of self-destruction. Therefore, we find ourselves on every bandwagon of feel good, held captive in the pockets of those who flatter us the most. Just like Satan, the “violators of the covenant” prey on the minds and emotions of the weak. When it comes to your heart and soul, high and unchecked emotions are more dangerous than the most potent of narcotics. The ministry of Jesus Christ, on earth, was not to make us feel good about or content with the world and its ways.
Hear me on this. “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One, understanding (Proverbs 9:10)”. We were made in the image and likeness of our Creator, Yahweh, and we are BEAUTIFUL, AS WE ARE. I entreat each of you to consider these things when you look into your mirrors each day. Eyes, influenced by this dark and dangerous world, will never see the amazing being Jehovah has created in you. Eyes influenced by His Holy Spirit, attached to minds that have been committed to seeking knowledge of the Holy One, beyond their day of Salvation (beyond Sunday service), will always see that there is NOTHING this world can do or offer to make them see anything less than a treasure of a child of God! PLEASE KNOW THAT YOU ARE AMAZINLGY BEAUTIFULLY MADE!!
What's going into your body? What are you permitting into your spirit? What are you allowing in, to sway your mind?
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
The home, into which you were born is on fire. It's been burning slowly for generations, but your generation happens to inhabit the only room remaining in the house. Many, from the previous rooms made it out, unscathed. They've even, shoved instructions under your door, of how to make it out safely. You've had these instructions all your life, but the room is fun and exciting.
Everyone in the room scoffs at the instructions and admonitions passed down from the older generations; those who stand on the lawn, hoping and praying that you make the right decision. Though all others are eating, drinking, and being merry, something about this note puts a foul feel in your gut and a bitter taste on your tongue. Your Spirit has accepted the Truth of the Word on this papyrus that has transcended thousands of years of mankind and his "screwery." You fall to your knees as this Truth works out your innards and forces you to regurgitate, spewing all foolishness you've allowed to exist in you, on to the floor.
When you stand back to your feet, it's as though no one can see what you see; the flames beginning to rise from the corners of the floor. You pan the room to see one and only one uninhabited chair, your chair. What do you do? Now, knowing what you know and seeing what you see, you take your seat. You take it by the legs and fling it against the One window in the place. You've tried to show others the Way but only a few take your Word for it. Once you've passed through the Way, and now stand on the lawn with your ancestors, you are able to see how massive this house once was. It's down to the last room, and your heart breaks for all those who simply will never see, understand, or heed Truth.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
People often refer to their spouses as their "better halves." I was referring to my wife in this manner not too long ago, and I had to stop myself. For I was about to make a grave mistake, in calling my woman something she is not. Crimesha is not my better half at all. She is my BEST half. She is absolutely the best I’ve ever had and the best I’ve ever been! Point blank, is this Truth. If you’ve noticed an evolving, growing happiness coming out of me over the past 5 years, it’s partly because of my, now, wife. The other part is God and all that He does and provides for me. In terms of relationships, The Almighty took me from dust to diamonds in an instant, in bringing this woman back into my life! I thank the Great Jehovah for her every day of my life.
Four years ago today, I celebrated my Love's birthday with her for the first time. We flew to Vegas and spent five days. I remember standing in our room at the Mandarin Oriental, overlooking the strip and all the pretty and busy lights. It was Crimesha's first time seeing me truly at ease, with a mind at rest. I was at a peace I thought no longer existed in the world for me. It was a little over a year, prior to this trip when I declared to her that I was all in.......this time. Yes, there were previous opportunities for me to make this commitment, but I always seemed to walk away, or shy away, or shun the possibility, choosing unwisely. I am FOREVER grateful that this amazing creation of God gave me this one last shot at the title. That spark from January of 1995 was much greater and stronger than we imagined at that time. How two hearts could connect in such a way that they never stop fighting to get to one another, no matter the time and trials, is awesome to me.
Everything about this woman makes me smile! If there is a bottom to this ocean of love, in which she and I are submerged, then I never want to reach it. No woman has ever been as great or as good as THIS woman has been to me. Unafraid, she touches my flaws, my heartaches, and my pain, letting me know that there is so much more love and beauty on the other side of them, and even within. "Best" falls so short of how I see this magnificent Woman, Wife, Mother, and Friend, but "Best" is what I have to work with. She, Crimesha Evette Williams, is the ABSOLUTE BEST! I have never been able to say this about anyone in my life!! Today, is the day, on which this fantastic, beautiful, amazing, awesome, lovely, loving, dream of a soul mate was born. THANK GOD FOR THIS DAY, AND THE GIFT HE BLESSED THE WORLD WITH, ON IT!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS, THE BEST PARTS AND PIECES OF ME, MY TRUE RIDE OR DIE, AND MATE OF MY SOUL!!
I LOVE YOU, WOMAN, IN THE MOST INEXPLICABLE WAY!!!
Over the past six to seven months, I've spent time reading and researching Historical and Biblical accounts that we don't necessarily find in our modern Bibles. I LOVE history, especially that of mankind as we relate to the Creator, Jehovah. So, I've studied the fragments of the Dead Sea Scrolls, the books of the Apocrypha, the books of Enoch, Testaments of the Patriarchs, and more. In reading these texts, over and over, I found that so many of the Scriptures we find in our modern Bibles, reference the writings, teachings, and admonitions of Enoch, Noah's great granddaddy. Some credit him has being the first ever prophet among men.
Anyway, I fell into this ever-deepening pit of knowledge. Unable to write and voice my mind clearly, I found myself frustrated and even angry at times. It was a feeling of suffocation, almost like a steady, six month inhale while a boa tightened around my chest. Yet, I LOVED the information, the knowledge, the illumination and its relation to today and all that is going on in the world. It's even exhausting to think about it right now.
So that I would not find myself lost or led astray by all the things that your pastor has probably NEVER shared with you, let alone studied, I prayed before every reading. I prayed for God's discernment to rest in my being and that I see and gather only the learning which He desires of me. Without discernment, even knowledge of great things can lead to misinterpretation and miseducation. I implore you to pray for such discernment daily, as my mother did with me, in the late 90's.
You can't learn with a closed mind. Imagine what Enoch had to be when God pulled Him to Himself to impart wisdom and knowledge. Imagine what Isaiah, Daniel, Ezekiel, and Elijah all had to be for God to work through them. Open vessels, willing to let go of what God did not want in them and accepting all that God wanted in them. It's no different from what Jesus requires of all His followers. Let go of the world, and take hold of God's Holy Spirit you will find after walking through the door of Jesus Christ, God's Word.
It is my belief that God's Word goes beyond and is far greater than King James, as so many elementary level ministers claim is the one true Bible and only one to learn and lead by. It is my belief that once you come to know God, giving your life to Him, He will enlighten you to so much that is wrong in this world, especially in the Christian organizations which many worship more than Jehovah Himself.
It is also my ridiculously strong belief that God did NOT give us denominations or four-walled rooms with pointy roofs and steeples as representation of the MOVEMENT kindled by Christ, fueled by the Disciples, and carried afar by the Apostle Paul. Yet we are content with the Traditions of man which lead us to be uncomfortable and doubtful and disbelieving of the call of God when it falls upon us. Whether you see it or not is up to the spirit or Spirit that lives in you. For even Scripture shares, "The person without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God but considers them foolishness, and cannot understand them because they are discerned only through the Spirit (1 Corinthians 2:14)." This is pretty much why I refuse bandwagons, denominations, and anyone's word for anything when it comes to Yahweh. Knowing full well, how so deeply evil is woven into the tapestry of mankind by now, I MUST test all things and weigh them not only against God's Word, but also His Holy Spirit. For our modern Bibles, in my opinion, do not give us His EVERY word.
Ready for the "come up" and exhale? As I wallowed in this pit of knowledge, wanting to get out and breathe again, frustration continued to bite and sting. I had to grasp a very specific line of hope, that stretched from today, all the way back to the beginning and the promise God gave in Genesis. That promise is Jesus Christ. All of what I found in this pit leads me right back to the Man I met on August 21, 1998 for the first time, Jesus Christ. I exhale. The message is and has always been, Christ Jesus!
Jehovah wants us to Himself, and the ONE way to get back to Him is His sacrificed and resurrected Word, Jesus. But sit not, simply at the introduction, on God's front porch. Pass through that doorway of Christ INTO the Home of God, His heart! If your knowledge of and dealings with God begin Sunday morning and end Sunday afternoon, then I beg of you to go beyond Sunday's Sermons. As annoying as our children were with the "why's" when they were two and three years old, we must be as such now, as adults. Why? Why? Why? If you are unwilling to ask why, then put on your wool coats and blindfolds.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
P.S. "The person without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God but considers them foolishness, and cannot understand them because they are discerned only through the Spirit."
A week ago, Saturday night, I dreamed three dreams. All seemed the same, or at least they all seemed to carry the same message. I awoke with my mind, on repeat and saying, “Change the Narrative,” over and over and over. In these dreams, I found myself walking through cities, towns, down roads, and through parks and country sides. At different points of my stroll, I was approached by individuals asking for help. Each person who approached me, carried a strip of paper. On each strip was one sentence, God’s will & judgment for his/her soul. The sentences were all written in black print, except for a word or two in either green or red. Some came upon me, asking, “What does this mean?!” Others came, saying, “Please help me change this!!”
As I read the different slips of paper, I realized that these sentences were life sentences. It was their destinies laid out in one simple sentence. They were not compound sentences with ands, ors, buts and therefores. Better yet, these words were the narratives of the lives of the many I came across. The red words found in some could not be changed, but the green could be changed. Those I could help, I helped, erasing the green and replacing it with that which meant salvation. Those with the red, I could do nothing but send them on their various ways, knowing their unfavorable fate.
In the third and final installment of this dream series, there was a black van parked in the center of a small town. It was loaded with a bomb that could destroy the town and everyone in it. I was handed a device that looked like an iPod with a tiny keyboard on it. There was a timer on the screen, with only three minutes and counting down. Pictures began to appear on the screen for a few seconds at a time. The only way to diffuse the bomb was to interpret the title of at least one of the pictures, simply by looking at it, then type the title into the keypad. It was a guessing game, and by the time I’d type two letters, the screen would change to the next picture. As the timer approach zero, I decided, “Hell, this is just a dream! I’m gettin out!” So, I woke up.
As I ponder this series of dreams, do you know what I did not see? With the multitude of individuals I encountered, there were zero pastors, priests, parents, teachers, or attorneys speaking on their behalf. The various narratives of the many lives, were chosen and the life sentences were assigned accordingly. So, the narrative of YOUR life, YOU chose. YOUR life sentence, YOU earn! No one can account for your life, other than you. "Change the narrative" still echoes in my head. The great news is that as long as there is breath in our bodies, we DO have an opportunity to make better the narratives of our lives.
"Sanctify them by Truth; Your Word is Truth," Jesus said as He prayed for His disciples. Think about it. Jesus is "the Way, the Truth, and the Life." By Him and through Him, we are saved, sanctified, reconciled and redeemed. Jesus is our opportunity to change the narratives of our lives, if and when need be. Though we have life in our beings today, tomorrow is not promised and time is not guaranteed. Now and what we do with it, is what always matter the most in life.
Make today the day, that you do better for your own life. Make today the day that you take hold of your narrative and establish a life sentence without red.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
P.S. You have three minutes and no way of diffusing the bomb, what do you do?? Into whose hands do you place your life and soul??
Early in the morning, before the night drops its drawers, revealing the crack of dawn, many of us wake. We rise and begin our preparations for the coming day. Physically, mentally, and for some of us, spiritually, we ready our beings for the expectations of yet another day. As we do so, let us remember to seek first the Kingdom of God and that His Will be revealed and done, in us and about us. Remember that today is your day, full of opportunity. Worry not about tomorrow. For tomorrow has trouble of its own. Remember, as you go about your day, to humble yourself. Before judging those you see, consider your own shortcomings, failures, specks and planks. Remember how God turned you around, forgave you, gave you grace, and showed you mercy.
Leave the house with Love on your mind and in your heart. With Love in mind, remember that Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails. Never forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.
Never boast about tomorrow. For you do not know what a day may bring. Focus on now, what you can do now, the awesome you can be now, and every second of now, today! Prepare for today, as though it’s your last. Never be caught slipping or sleeping. We never know when the Lord will come. Therefore, grasp this. If you knew the day and time the thief was coming to rob your house, would you not keep watch and be ready to defend your home, your property, your family? As the wise “Suga Free” once told the world, “If you stay ready, you ain’t got to get ready!”
Ask yourself, “Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Am I trying to please people?” If you are still trying to please people, you cannot be a servant of Christ. Choose you this day, whom you will serve. At the dropping of night’s drawers, and before the Sun lays His full gaze upon the land, be ready to live! Be ready to love! Be ready to fight for your life and for what’s right! Your soul is appealing to both, angels and demons. It attracts both love and hate! It’s up to you, who you allow in as a guest, a boarder, or permanent resident. When the dogs of good and evil show up in your yard, which will you feed? Which will you pop with the b.b. gun?
Marinate on these ramblings and prayerfully consider the starts to each of your remaining days. What’s of true value to your soul, your spirit, your heart, your family, you future? Today determines your tomorrow.
Those who have ears, let them hear…….
P.S. Let Scripture be written on your hearts and found in your daily conversations. Allow it to become a way of life.
Imagine, if you will. Imagine that all education, as we know it today, vanished. Imagine that all books of knowledge, reference and learning were removed from existence, with no record of history before today. This means no libraries, no schools of any kinds, no periodicals, just nothing. Even our beloved Bible is extinct. A new mandate/ordinance comes down from on high. It says to parents, present and future, that the only education your children receive will be from your social media posts, from your births into the various forms to today. You can only teach from YOUR posts and no one else's. You and your children will only have access to YOUR posts and no one else's.
Be honest with yourselves, if at all possible, and answer me this question. Which will be YOUR children, blessed or screwed?
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
I snapped this picture this morning, and thought to myself, "As long as there is light." With the little bit of light, creeping from around this door, we are able to brush our teeth, shower, get dressed, and even iron our clothes in preparation for our work days. So, much can be accomplished with just a little light.
Coming into the season where I struggle the most to carry the heavy backpack, called depression, Light means more to me now than at any other time of year. A couple of days ago, as my spirits tried to dip, I thought about my wife's smile; what it was to me in 1995 and what it is to me now; absolutely BEAUTIFUL! Then, I smiled and made it home from work, feeling pretty good. My woman sees my struggle and helps me through, ever giving me smiles, chuckles, and laughs.
Yesterday, I sank a bit again. Then, I thought about my kids, their smiles, their laughter and silliness. These are the types of things I miss, while I'm at work and they are at school. My thoughts of them lifted me out of sinking sands. I even think about the silliness of my mother, way back in the day before I was old enough to go to school. She made up a song that she sang to me, titled, "You've got a pork and bean head." Yeah Ma, I remember, even if you don't.
There is another memory that comes to mind in this moment. Back when Crimesha and I were dating under the radar, we planned a meeting at Barnes & Nobles/Starbucks one day after work. Of course, I arrived early and browsed books of poetry. Minutes before the Love of My Life arrived, I was approached by a dude. He was hitting on me, under the guise of offering me free membership at his gym. In multiple ways I expressed my non-interest. Suddenly, I saw my Baby and felt relief, thinking she'd walk up and give me some sugar, ultimately ending the onslaught of "hollerinatyaness" from dude. But NOOOOOO, she decided to hang back for a while and see how I would handle the situation, finding it to be hilarious! I still love her though, with all that is me.
These are a few forms of light that pierce through the darkness of the season, reminding me of all the joys that exist in my life today, right now. All the lights of my life are God-given, so I aim to keep my eyes on the hills and in the skies. For God is ALWAYS there, reminding me of His presence in, and His power over, my life! So, as I exited my car this morning and walked into work, John Fogerty was in my ear, saying, "Long As I Can See the Light......." which is why I've shared the attached song, by Credence Clearwater Revival.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams