I struggle with blogging lately because my draft posts are like mini novels and then I realize, Ain’t nobody got time for that. As I enjoy a pedicure I’m typing this quick blog! For those that think I should be relaxing. I’m the only one here and blogging relaxes me. Besides I can’t decide on … More Stop Trying So Hard!
I’ve always have had a prayer room or a war room as some call it. It wasn’t always a room it could have been a corner in a room. It was my space and my time to talk to God. Recently my friends Bret and Dana made a prayer board for me. A place where … More My Prayer Closet
We do it every year, we make a wish when we blow out the candles on our birthday cake. As a child we may have wished for a dog, or a pony. As adults we might wish to win the lottery. You might have a wish that you are holding in your heart. You might … More A Dream Starts As A Wish
I have to admit I’m glad that I was damaged in the past. In some ways maybe parts of me are still damaged. When you’ve been damaged and hit rock bottom you have a humbling experience that will change your mindset and path in life. Every day bullshit doesn’t affect you the same way that … More Damaged People
I had someone ask me the other day “Where’s Harrison?” I’m not sure if this was like a Where’s Waldo question or not. Before they could explain what they meant, I answered their question. My posts on Instagram and Facebook are about Sydney’s Super Squad and Syd’s milestones living with autism. As well as how … More Where’s Harrison?
I always call on Jesus, Black Jesus, and say Jesus take the wheel. Last week my sissy shared that Jesus needs to take the entire vehicle, that phrase captured my life. Cue Frosty, our outside decoration. I feel like Frosty looks, so exhausted and my head is spinning. It’s a tired that I can’t put … More Jesus Take The Entire Vehicle
I want it and I want it now! Do I sound like a toddler? I actually sound like some adults. Me included at times. When I was younger. I was not good at waiting for what I wanted. I was always in such a rush. As I matured, I’ve accepted that needed wait time. And … More Why Rush?