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My Son Questions God's Existence!

This is latest revelation concerning my son Dylan who has always been somewhat of a different child.

Upon hearing this there was no initial shock or need to change my son's mind. There was no urge to fall on my knees and pray for the saving of my son's soul. Probing his mind was the only thing I felt I needed to do. The brain/mind is the most underused organ and I for one was glad my thirteen year old was using his. He has the ability and inalienable RIGHT to question and not just take what someone else says and holds it as his own belief. Although he is a child, he is not a fool.I look to all my kids as humans and him being a child makes what he thinks no less valuable than what an adult says. Kids evolve much quicker than we did, and they are exposed to way more knowledge than we were at their age. He has always been an inquisitive child and so my way to delve deeper into his mind was also to be just as inquisitive. I wanted to know what led to this thinking? Why did he feel like there was no God? I wasn't surprised when he answered me back in full sentences with very well thought out responses. He also had some questions for me that I could not answer. Yes, I could very well give him my experience, but why would I do that? In order to truly know what faith is, you must experience it for yourself. I can explain what MY knowledge of God is, but after that explanation, that is who "I" think God is. He said the bible makes no sense to him. What was I to do curse him and and consider him evil because he questions the validity of a book that has missing parts and pieces, a book that people used to undermine others with and justify all sorts of sin with? I as his parent still have questions that are unanswered so why would I expect any less of my child. I know that there is a higher power that exists beyond myself but is an inherent part of my being, but my child hasn't reached that conclusion and until he does, I welcome him to ask any questions that he might have. There should be no shock or awe as to his questions. We need to learn a lesson from him and that is learn to form our own opinions and not be so easily swayed by what others say.

~Justice for Trayvon Martin~

Who looks more threatening?!!!


I was at Lassis Inn waiting on my dinner to come out while watching CNN. I was half paying attention to the headlines when I heard the story of " Trayvon Martin," being aired, it captured my full attention. I have heard stories similiar to this before but something about this particular story struck me in the pit of my stomach and tugged at my heart strings. My son is the exact same age of this young man and same height. As I listened to the details of this story, I found myself becoming angry. Since hearing about this story nearly two weeks ago, I am obsessed with the recent updates and details concerning this case. They know who the killer is, yet the killer of this 17 year old is still FREE. He disobeyed orders from the 911 dispatcher ordering him to stay inside of his car and not follow Trayvon. Instead, he gets out of his car and follows this young man even though police were on the way. Listen to the call www.orlandosentinel.com/videogallery/68871920/News/George-Zimmerman-911-call-reporting-Trayvon-Martin Clearly, the caller appears to be drunk, high or both. He is breathing heavy and slurring his words; the police should have been called out to check on his behavior. I don't believe Trayvon was a threat at all. There was just this vigilante who had something against black males and labeled this young man suspicious! He gunned down this innocent child who was not armed carrying only skittles and ice tea on his way back to his dad's girlfriends condo!!! I am appalled at the police department, and our justice system as a whole. There are witnesses who can attest to the fact this young man was screaming out for help prior to being gunned down like a dog! The police want to change up these witnesses stories. There are as many holes in this story as swiss cheese and in order for this story not to die and a hope of justice to be served, WE HAVE TO BE THE VOICE of Trayvon Martin that was silenced due to senseless act of agression that took his life! I don't want my son to have to deal with this type of social injustice and prejudice because of the color of his skin! When it comes down to it, that is what this was about. Local authorities refuse to arrrest this fool so you tell me what the issue is?! Please sign the petition and let your voice be heard. If it were child, cousin, nephew, etc you would want the world to stand up and defend your child. GO to this link and sign the petition; it asks for your mailing address but you can make up one, just sign it please. Don't let this die like Trayvon died. http://www.change.org/petitions/prosecute-the-killer-of-17-year-old-trayvon-martin

Thankful for Creativity

I commit myself to manifest every creative idea that God has given me. I promise to allow myself to be all that the creator has created me to be. I promise to share my widsom and knowledge with others. I promise to give my best to all of the projects that God has given me. I promise to believe more, trust more, love more, and BE MORE! I am so excited for what's to come and excited for those who will cross my path to assist me on my journey of becoming. I just want to be representative of the creator who created me to be. There is no task too big that God has not granted me the ability to complete. I slight myself by not acting upon the gifts God has blessed me with. I promise to write more and share my thoughts with others.

Everyday is Easter in the office....

For about a year now, there has been a repugnant smell in our office. At first, the smell would surface at certain times a day mainly during or after lunch time. When we first noticed the smell we thought someone had a bad case of flatulence, or someone had cracked an hard boiled egg. However, I was inclined to think it was my co-worker who was a bit elderly and I know they let things slip sometimes, so I was a little more understanding but still repulsed at the fact she couldn't tip to the restroom. I knew she would snack and eat all kinds of weird combos of food throughout the day, so I assumed that her stomach was not in full agreeance thus causing her to secretly release these odorous fumes. But then, I found out the smell was not specific to our one little corner of the office, and that it had spreaded throughout. I felt bad, but I mean come on, what would you have thought if you were me? Sorry Ms. Sue, I thought it was YOU.

NOW, this odor is still lingering causing mild headaches, and a feeling of wanting to upchuck! Apparently, someone has come in to check to see what is causing this God awful smell. It is now surfacing in the morning as well. When the air vents come on it shoots out a dose of the funkiest egg smelling gastrous fumes- smells like Febreeze created a new aroma called, Everyday is Easter in the office! Quite frankly, I'd prefer to have my office moved to the bathroom because it smells better! It is getting to the point to where I don't want to eat my food in here for fear of the fumes permeated throughout! Now, I am not religious, but I am spiritual enough to pray and ask GOD to please have mercy on us.

Get Eggy Wit It!

Ode To Granny's Porch!

An Ode To Grandma's Front Porch

oh How I long for those days when I could find refuge on grandma's front porch. That's where we would all gather on early mornings, mid afternoon's or late evenings laughing, chatting, singing, or just in complete silence. After meals, we would usually congregate on the porch just to take in a deep breath from the savory meal that granny would have cooked up super stuffed like pigs to even move a muscle. There were plenty of chairs on the front porch as well as the car porch, and if you couldn't find a chair you copped squat on the steps, or side of the porch. She would cook a meal big enough for anyone who "may" drop by unannounced. Sometimes she would allow us to eat our meals outside, and a favorite treat of mine to eat outside was watermelon. Although afterwards, we would have to slave watering down the porch with bleach and suds to keep the flies away from all the juice that would have run down our faces and our arms. During the summer months when the mosquitos seemed to be gathered as if they were attending a mosquito convention, my grandmother would create what she called a "mosquito" smoke. She would take an old tin pan, and an old pair of jeans and light it on fire. She would wait until the jeans were flaming then put the flame out that would leave this awful smelling smoke. The mosquitos all but disappeared into thin air; I guess they couldn't bear the smell of it either. They stayed away for hours and when those jeans would turn to ash, she would send one of us kids into the house after another pair of outgrown jeans. This porch provided a great view into the coming and goings of those in the community. We could see different ones passing by either walking or driving on any given day and of course we knew them all. We spent the majority of the time waving because as you know people in the South love to wave. This was also an open invitation for other to join us on granny's porch. This was definitely a gathering place for anyone who came over. I remember my uncles all standing under the car porch singing or shooting the breeze talking about different women as they shooed us away telling us this was grown folks business. They would try to sneak a smoke under the porch if they knew that granny was in the back room but the slight sound of her cane would send them dashing onto the back deck. They wouldnt' dare to let granny catch them smoking on her porch. They say it was out of respect. This porch holds all kinds of memories for me, and I miss this porch just as much as I miss my granny. It is just not the same since granny is gone; it was a special porch now it is simply a porch.

Get Your Own!

Seriously, I am not judgmental in the least bit; however, there are some things that need to spoken on, and today, I need to vent. I don't understand why women aim to cheat with married men. I don't get how those vows are blatantly looked over and not respected. I've been cheated on and it is not a good feeling. I often wondered if the other women thought of me, gave a damn about my feelings or what pain this would cause for my children. Then I realized that this kind of woman is a selfish woman. She is out for self gratification at the expense of others. She is not concerned with wife or kids, but only herself and her immediate needs. She is okay to play second fiddle, or at least she pretends to be. I know being a woman I have to have my emotional side catered to and if I my emotions are being neglected, I can go into straight bitch mode. Now, this is with a man who is not attached to anyone, so I can imagine how I would be in my feelings to know that the man I am intimate with may be laying with his wife at the point I need him the most. He may be hanging out with his family why I sit alone starring at the wall. They prolong these relationships based on the lies these men spit at them about leaving their wives when the truth is as long as the mistress is okay to be a mistress, he doesn't have to bust a move at all. He can have the best of both worlds. The mistress provides an escape from reality and then when she becomes needy, this becomes a problem because now he has to work at the side relationship like the main one and when it comes to choosing which headache he prefers, it will be wifey. The mistress is to be on hand for a good freaking (WHEN HE IS AVAILABLE) and not amount of tricks turned or meals cooked or wining or dining will make a man leave his wife. He has to WANT to do that. The only thing better than good "cookie" is different "cookie." The only thing the mistress provides is a difference and a "break." So, I get aggravated when these sideline chics get entangled in their feelings if someone elses boo isn't available at their beck and call! He isn't yours first of all, and you should have more respect for their vows, if he doesn't. The wife and her feelings, because we are all women and know what heartache feels like and looks like, and for the kids, and THEN for YOURSELF. You should desire more for yourself than a mere LEFTOVER! Do not miss out on what the universe has for you by blocking it with a NEGRO who will never leave for you.Ladies wake up and get your own.

Paint Myself in Love!

Things I love about me:

I love the plumpness of my lips!
I love the little curves that makes my hips!
I love my golden brown skin tone, when I catch my reflection I think, " I'm bad to the bone."
I love the softness of my skin, feels like a newborn baby all over again.
I love the gap in between my teeth, it YOU-NIQUE trait I used to hate.
I love the hole above my ear, a sign that God is near.
I love every part of me, nobody else is capable of defining me.
No need to compete with other people, I can only be me, it's just that simple.
I look in the mirror and imagine my finger to be a paint brush, then I caress every part of me in no big rush. I take care to notice all the small details, and give thanks to God for his beautiful creation. I paint myself in love and pretend others are watching. Try it sometimes and you will be amazed with how much self love is so important.

I love creation... nature!

I love trees and everytime I see one I can feel the energy exuding from every limb, every branch and every leaf. They pocess such a power that I connect with each and every time. In my cellphone, I have numerous pictures of trees; it is a constant reminder of God's creative abilities, and those same creative abilities lie within us. We are powerful entities; however, these powers lay dormant because we don't realize that the gift to create was imparted in us from God. We are made in his reflection and his likeness and he is the ultimate creator so we also are creators. We busy ourselves trying to duplicate and imiate but I believe God has called us to create new things. My prayer is that creative abilities and inspired thoughts are awakened in me. I AM a creator!

I am ?

A few years ago I discovered what " I AM" truly means and it changed me in ways that I never thought it would. By discovering what the I am is, I discovered who I was. The way I felt about myself changed immediately. Low self esteem was replaced with the highest self esteem. Days of looking in the mirror and seeing myself as a mistake was now replaced with assurance that I was made in HIS image; the I AM! I was starring back at a woman who had been fashioned and formed after the very image of the I AM. I realized that to see myself in any other way than a postive light was also seeing the I AM in a negative light. I immediately began to change how I saw myself. I AM who HE is so I am never to degrade myself, belittle myself or others. I am still a work in progress and have to remind myself that I AM and so is everything and everyone around me. We are to remember this in our dealings with people. ALL OF US ARE A DERIVITIVE of the I AM. Think about this, When you introduce yourself to others you introduce your self by saying, I AM Michelle. It starts with the ( I AM) and it ends with the (I AM). I realized that I have to be very careful with what I attach to I am! We walk around saying things like I AM TIRED, I AM POOR, I AM NEVER GOING TO BE ANYTHING, I AM HOPELESS, I AM SICK, I AM DEPRESSED --- the I AM is GOD, so anything that follows I AM CAN NOT be negative. I am LIFE, I AM love, I AM PEACE, I AM HOPE, I AM WELL, I AM HEALTHY, I AM WHOLE, I AM FULL OF LIFE, I AM CREATIVE, I AM GIVING, I AM KIND, I AM ABUNDANT, I AM BEAUTIFUL . Anything else is a false reality that you have created. When you realize that I AM is GOD and you are a reflection of GOD, that which follows I AM will not be anything other than a TRUE depiction of who GOD IS. You can not be separated from the I AM; the I AM is your POWER SOURCE, and when that ceases to exist, you cease to exist. The spirit or I AM never dies; it is energy, YOU ARE ENERGY.. positive energy. I AM that I AM - so every time you say I AM realize that you are speaking in terms of GOD. Watch what follows I AM!

I am my own creator!

I can only control me. As much as I would like to control the actions of others, I am learning that MY life is the one in which God has assigned me CREATOR! I have wasted a lot of thought on others, when I should have been working on improving myself. Time for a much needed change.

Title Finally !

Rainbows in My Clouds!

Day 13

A letter to someone who has hurt me recently:

I wouldn't necessarily say this person hurt me but their expectations of me are so high and they see so much greatness in me and don't think that I am operating on my maximum potential that it frustrates him. So, this is my letter to HIM!

Dear You,

I want you to know that before your manifestation into my life, I didn't have an idea of a dream or how I wanted my life to go. I had been told repeatedly that I was doomed for failure and when we met, I was coming into enlightenment. I knew what talents and gifts I had but I didn't know how to bring life to them. Because of you and your ability to see through me and right into that place that holds greatness, what were blank pages now dance with my own words , and my dream of being an author is more than a mere imagination but a near reality. You had what it took to unleash the writer in me. You erased any fear I had and spoke LIFE into my very being and prophecied to me in such a way that provoked me to action. You've seen the very best in me and sometimes when I couldn't see it. I'm there now, I imagine and dream greater and I work towards my goal. You have helped me in more ways than you will realize, and for that I appreciate you always for that.

What I do not appreciate is this timeline you have for me. We are all on different paths traveling at different speeds with different destination times. You can't measure me by your works no more than I can measure you by mine. What you can do is continue doing what you've been doing for me and that is being an encourager, a motivator, and a friend. Don't threaten to walk out of my life... that causes injury. Although we are the same and have an unmatched connection, I am not you and you are not me. I love you and I want to share my successess, hurts, joys, pains, challenges, etc with you, but I need you to be consistent.

Allow me to evolve when I am supposed to evolve and not expose myself prematurely. Don't rush a budding rose!

I love you forever and after.

Day 9

I'm proud of myself for maintaining my sanity in the midst of insanity. That's all I will say on that matter.

Rest in Love Aunt Clara Mae

03/27/1951 - 02/15/2011

Yesterday I held the hand of a woman who took part in rearing me as she made her transition from this life to everlasting life. Although I understand death in that I don't fear it but welcome, it was still hard nonetheless. I had never ever saw this transition before and to hold her hand while her spirit left her body was gut wrenching. To see my very strong masculine cousins breakdown when their mother passed away was a feeling of deep sorrow. To see her daughters not be able to stand at her bedside upset me but later I regretted my choice to do so. She was such a precious being and I will always treasure and love her. I will honor her memory by living a life I know she desired. I will not mourn her death but celebrate her life as it goes on.

I love you Auntie!

Forever and ever after forever :)

Challenge Day 8

My short term goal for this month is to reach 50,000 words in my book!
Why because I owe it to myself to complete my goals.

Day 5

I've seen one of the seven wonders of the world, and it was an exhilerating experience. I was in awe and in great wonder. It is a great sight to behold.

Day 4 **UPDATE***

A habit I wished I didn't have is biting my nails. It's like I will put it in my mind not to and before I know it, I'm nailess.... been doing it since I was a child.


UPDATE:

I am no longer a nail biter! I made the decision to stop biting my nails. Whenever a stressful situation arrives I am cognizant of it, and don't resort to nail biting. I have never had nails before, and now I do and it is a beautiful thing.

Day 3 Challenge

These two are near and dear to me. We don't see each other often nor do we talk often, but when we reconnect it is as if there has been no seperation at all. I love them forever.

Day Two Challenge

What is the meaning behind my blogger name?

Well it is entitled the Gumbo of my life...

When I think of Gumbo, I think of a big bowl of yummy goodness with all kinds of ingredients that make up the whole of the dish. That is exactly how I view my life. There are lots of things have happened in my life, and things that will happen. All of these things are just forming the whole of who I will become. If you leave the okra out of the gumbo it wouldn't be the same. Same with my life, if you took away the hardships I've had to endure, I wouldn't be the strong woman I am today. So this blog is comprised of all the things/ingredients that make me who I am. Lessons, challenges, accomplishments, fears, weaknesses, strengths, ALL of it is my GUMBO.