Gratitude Is An Attitude
Wishing you a wonderful day filled with love, joy and gratitude.
Happy Thanksgiving
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So Anxious? No, Be Anxious For Nothing
Good Morning Everyone!!! Can we just rejoice for another day to try and get it right? And can we thank God for the weather for today. It’s supposed to be 50 degrees. And for that we say amen.
I don’t know about you, but I had an amazing weekend. It seemed to have a common theme. This might be part of our 15% ratchet at church. My older son took me to the R&B Fest on Friday. It was so much fun. The fourth act was Ginuwine. Now, my first thought was, “He better sing my song.” Ok. That was my only thought. Ginuwine can’t go anywhere without people expecting to hear his hit song, “So Anxious”. The crowd knew on the first beat what was about to happen. Lol Then we get to Sunday and Pastor Mike plays Kanye’s “Soul Anchored” video and a tad of “So Anxious” and some of us had a moment, well several of us did. Though I don’t think that was an undignified praise moment. That wasn’t a David bringing back the arc and his wife getting mad moment. Naw, it wasn’t that at all. Wendell had to turn that off quickly.
Lately Kanye has been getting a lot publicity for what he’s doing to uplift the name of Jesus. It’s awesome and its blessing so many folk. People are literally going in droves to his Sunday Services and even yesterday he was at Lakewood speaking, he’s really touching the lives of others and using his platform to save souls. Can I pose a thought though? In order for Kanye’s soul to get anchored he had to let go of being so anxious. He could only come up with the melodies and format of his new song by remembering the old one. What Kanye is doing is forgetting those things that are behind him and pressing forward.
Philippians 4:6 tells us:
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Anxiety ain’t no joke. If you’ve ever been anxious for anything it can feel paralyzing, like you can’t move forward. Being anxious encompasses worry and fear. You can lose sleep, be put on medication and made to go to therapy. When you have worry and fear it stops you in your tracks and often takes you away from purpose because it’s designed to be a distraction. Paul tells us in Philippians that instead of being anxious that we should take everything to God in prayer. He also tells us to take those requests with thanksgiving.
So, whatever you’re worried about, whatever is bothering you, go to God with gratitude and take your request and what does God do in return?
Philippians 4:7 tells us:
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
When you take what you’re so anxious about to God with thanksgiving, He’s going to give you peace.
Take your bills to God, He’ll give you peace.
Take your brokenness to God, He’ll give you peace.
Take your disappointments to God, He’ll give you peace
Hold your hands out. Pretend in one hand you have anxiety and in the other one you have peace. Now kinda balance out the scales. Do you want the weight of anxiety or the freedom of peace. I’ll take peace for the Daily Double, Alex.
Finally after you take your anxiety to God with thanksgiving and he gives you that peace you have another task. Remember task number 1, be anxious for nothing. Task number 2, take your situations to God and task number 3 is to think on some things. What things you may be wondering.
Philippians 4:8
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
Don’t think of those things that give you anxiety and make you worry. Think about those things that are excellent and praiseworthy. Remember before your soul can get anchored you have to let go of being so anxious. We don’t want to be worried about where someone has been and if they got our message. That’s doing the most. God is here and he is the message and plus, in Matthew, he told us that worrying adds absolutely nothing to our lives.
Happy Birthday Arlinda
Today I celebrated turning 50 years old with my family and amazing friends at the Hilton Garden Inn Midtown here in Cincinnati, Ohio. What a truly amazing day to be surrounded by people who love and support me.
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| My sister bought me balloons. |
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| There's a story behind my kimono created by Diarrablu in an upcoming blog. |
The Diligently Infused Gathering
(I wrote this on November 4 but I still wanted to send it out to the universe.)
I can hear my therapist tell me to take a pause right now. To just sit in this moment. Yesterday, I tried to overexcite myself and today I went to Kroger and thought that I was going to pass out. God simply said, "Just rest. Take a nap." So, that's what I did yesterday and today.
Tomorrow is huge for me, for my friends and for my family. I really wanted November 5 to have more meaning than simply being the day that I had a stroke. I want it to be a new era to a new way of living and a new way of thinking. One thing about the venue, it's not modern and I'm such a contemporary soul but as I walked into this newness I wanted the feel of the home of my great-grandmothers and grandmothers who prayed for me to be all that I am today. I wanted that old world feeling. That feeling of parlors, living rooms and historical artifacts. I needed that for me and I wanted it for everyone who enters the Harriet Beecher Stowe House on tomorrow.
This time last year I was preparing to go on assignment where I didn't know what I would be doing, this year I know exactly what I am doing and I couldn't be more excited.
But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that Diligently seek him.
November 5, 2018 ~ Excerpt From Diligently
(I'm sharing excerpts of my book Diligently leading up to
The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)
November 5, 2018
Sun shining brightly, that Monday was absolutely beautiful. I didn’t even need a coat. I was thinking about how school was closed the next day due to Election Day. The Oakley Kroger was up the street and I had prepared to go grocery shopping before picking Tyler up from school. Reaching my car, I pressed the button to unlock the car and opened the trunk to get my purse.
“Today was okay. It might just work out here,” I thought as I opened the door to my car. Once inside of the car, I inserted the key into the ignition and turned the key to start the car. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. For some reason, my mind instructed me to press on the gas pedal. So, I pressed my foot down on the gas pedal. I could feel my foot pivoting to press down; however the pedal was not going down.
“I just need some air and I’ll be fine,” I said to myself. I climbed out of the car and I stood beside it with the door open. I decided to walk to the school’s office, but when I arrived, it appeared dark inside. Walking back to my car, I said out loud, “What’s going on with me?” But the weirdest thing happened. I was talking out loud, but it didn’t sound like what I thought I was saying. Honestly, I can’t tell you what I heard. I just knew it didn’t make sense to me.
There was a female student sitting at the end of the walkway under a tree. Now, I was growing more concerned. I walked up to the student and asked her if she could understand what I was saying. She looked at me, like that blank stare emoticon. I realized then I needed help and quickly. “Alex! Alex! That’s who I need.”
Prior to going to the office, I had put my purse back in the trunk. I opened the trunk and grabbed my purse to get my phone cord out so I could charge my phone. I inserted the cord into the jack and the other end into the phone. I’m scared and, in my mind, the only person who could help me is my oldest son, Alex. He would know where to come to help me and I needed to call him.
I had watched a segment on a nightly news show who shared that the longer the passcode, the less likely it’ll be hacked. My iPhone passcode was four words in length with the first being the longest word. I typed in the first word of the passcode. Success! Then I began to type the second word. I tried again and again, but I could not remember the rest of the passcode. No! Wait! I need my son!I screamed in my head.
Immediately, I unplugged the cord and put my purse back in the trunk. With my keys, my phone and my charger, I walked as quickly as I could back to the office. This time, the lights were on. Ms. Lisa, who I attend church with, was there. I tried to explain that something was physically wrong with me. She simply looked at me and immediately took me to the school nurse, who took my blood pressure. She asked me who the current president was. I won’t forget what she said next.
“I’m calling an ambulance. I think she’s having a stroke.”
That Weekend ~ Excerpt From Diligently
((Today, I'm sharing an excerpt from my book Diligently
leading up to The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)
That Weekend
I don’t remember much about that weekend except that I slept a lot. Just going through the motions is what I can best describe that weekend. There was so much I wanted to know. What grades would I be working with? Would it be inclusion or small groups? I knew nothing about the school I had been reassigned to, nor had anyone contacted me from the school to tell me what my assignment was.
In my mind, I came up with a list of positive aspects concerning this move. It was a school with a late start and my youngest son had started basketball season. With me working at a school that dismissed later, I had time to shop at the Oakley Kroger. I also could stop periodically at Yagoot, Tyler’s favorite yogurt, and surprise him with a 20-ounce smoothie with sliced bananas and strawberries.
Tyler’s school was in the Eastern Conference and most of their games were closer to my newly assigned school. On game days, I could hop in my car and drive up 71 North or take Red Bank Road to games that were closer.
“Hmmmmm,” I thought. “Just maybe this assignment is a blessing in disguise.”
Then, Monday came.
November 2, 2018 ~ Excerpt From Diligently
leading up to The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)
November 2, 2018
The day before, I went home mentally drained. Fortunately, Enjoli came over to install a new hairstyle. Besides, sitting and talking with her would settle me down from such a rough week. I had rocked my natural look for about a month out of a challenge to myself. I actually loved it, but I figured I needed to switch things up as I prepared for my new adventure.
On my last day at the STEP Program, I allowed my students to come and go throughout the morning as normal. When they asked me who would teach them about mindfulness and play mindful music, I jokingly told them that they had to leave. Truthfully, I really needed them to leave my room, primarily because I didn’t want them to see me sad. It was so hard to pack, console them and keep searching for tissues for all of us.
By the end of fourth bell, I was finished shutting my room down. I planned to have lunch with my students, just to sit and talk to them one last time. The more I planned, the harder it was to face them. After lunch, they all went to another classroom. But the moment had arrived. I walked into the classroom and tried to talk to them, and again I broke down and returned to my classroom. I went back to my room so incredibly hurt.
I kept looking at the clock; the hands seemed to be moving faster that day. With 15 minutes left in the day, I asked the students to come to my classroom. I needed a moment alone with just them. I really wanted them to hear my heart and encourage them to stay the course. We gathered in a small circle and I told them how proud I was of each of them. There were several new faces to the program, yet you would have thought I’d been their teacher for years.
I allowed them to speak from their hearts and told them it was okay to cry when you’re hurting. I assured them that everything would be alright. That moment will stay in my heart forever. As my last task as their teacher, I walked them to the door one final time. Once all of the goodbyes and silly jokes were finished, I went to say goodbye to my fellow coworkers.
Earlier in the day, Mr. Bailey, along with some students, had packed my car. Now my car was filled with ten years of my teaching career and a huge part of my heart. I didn’t know what was to come next. I just knew that my time at STEP was over.
November 1, 2018 ~ Excerpt From Diligently
(What a difference a year makes. There are several days in my life that I'll never forget. November 1, 2018 is one of them. I'm sharing excerpts of my book Diligently leading up to The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)
November 1, 2018
In my mind, I had come up with a foolproof plan to take down all of my Pinterest-inspired decorations. After being moved from our former location to make room for a new school for gifted students, to a location that was dull and uninviting to students, I committed to creating a bright space where students would learn in a colorful and welcoming environment. Not only did I teach English, American Government and Economics to my students, I also introduced them to mindfulness and meditation. Mr. Bailey, my para, and I worked hard to create an inviting place for our students.
After I had taken all of the decorations down, a student walked into my room and asked me what I was doing. I felt a breath of both frustration and regret. Now, I should have contacted his family. This student had been through so much already. Our bond was unique in that he would just pop into my classroom for no reason at all. It didn’t take long to sense that he found a connection to me as a mom, since he had lost his several years ago. If he were my son, he would’ve been my middle child because he fit perfectly between my two sons.
I stopped as I balled up the colorful tissue paper and gently told him that I was leaving.
He laughed and asked me to stop playing. He stood in my classroom and stared at me and said, “You’re lying.” In the calmest voice that I could muster up, I told him about the program’s numbers being low and that I was being reassigned to another school. Before I could get my thoughts completely out, he abruptly left my room in tears.
He laughed and asked me to stop playing. He stood in my classroom and stared at me and said, “You’re lying.” In the calmest voice that I could muster up, I told him about the program’s numbers being low and that I was being reassigned to another school. Before I could get my thoughts completely out, he abruptly left my room in tears.
“Dag!” I thought. “This is going to be so hard.”
At 8:20 a.m., the first bell rang and students entered my room. I taught English for the first three bells, but my first bell contained students that I had had the longest. It was really important that they learned of my leaving from me. The plan was to tell them that I was leaving and let them know that their new schedule would begin that very same day. I made another announcement that morning to stoic faces. I informed them that I wouldn’t be having class that morning, since I needed to pack up my room. Next, I told them to follow their new schedule.
It felt like my students took on a Colin Kaepernick moment as they all got up, went and grabbed their unfinished work from the previous day. I looked over at Mr. Bailey and he put up “Webster’s Word of the Day” on the screen and began playing mindful music through the classroom speakers.
I totally understood how they were feeling. They were hurt and had no intention of leaving my classroom. I went to my desk and cried, just like I am right now as I relive that moment. Later as I recovered, I would learn why leaving hurt so bad. The success of my students meant as much to me as the success of my own children.
Diligently ~ Morning Manna
It’s a marvelous Monday. I pray that everyone is getting ready for an awesome day. I don’t know if you know this, but we have 64 days left in this year. Then we are not just entering a new year but a whole new decade. What goals did you want to accomplish this year and it hasn’t happened yet? Well, it's go time. It’s the final quarter with time left on the clock. What is your faith looking like? Yesterday when Raymond mentioned someone having a 300-credit score going to look for a car, that is not just faith. That’s crazy faith. I want us all to have that kind of faith.
Have you ever believed for something to happen in your life while others look at you like you’d lost your mind? But you just believed in the impossible. That’s faith. But how do you get that kind of faith? Do you just have it? Can you just get it? Is there an app for that? Enquiring minds want to know.
I know for me, I had to endure some hard knocks to finally get it. Honestly, I think that after enough cries out to God and watching how He worked things out for my good I began to have some "aha" moments. Then after witnessing some of His goodness regularly I began to say, “Oh, God’s got this!” Think about some of the songs you hear.
“God did, God did it. He’s done just what He said.” ~ Dorinda Clark -Cole
“Only believe that all things are possible.” ~ Yolanda Adams
“We have everything we need.” Kanye West
Let’s look at Hebrews 11:6 (AKJV)
But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
Understand this, half-hearted seeking finds nothing. Think about those times as a child when our parents asked us to go get something or go find something and we come back empty handed. What would they ask us, “Did you even look for it?” That was often followed up with, “Now, if I have to get up to find it, we are going to have some problems.” Then we would go back and diligently seek it until we found it because we didn’t want those problems. Interrupted seeking will find little, but when we diligently seek or earnestly seek, we will find what we are looking for. And, didn’t we want to please our parents? Well, isn’t God our Father? Don’t we want to please Him?
In our relationship with God we have to diligently seek Him. When we do this, it shows God our faith in Him and that pleases Him. We then have to believe that He is God all by Himself (He don't need any help. He can handle things on His own), that he’s everything we need, that with Him all things are possible and that He’s gonna do just what He said He was going to do. Then afterwards He rewards us with good and perfect gifts, with so much that we can’t contain it and they’ll even be sometimes when we won’t be able to explain all that He’s done for us.
I looked up the word diligently and saw that it means steadfast, painstaking, without haste or early. Not necessarily early, like in the morning, rather as soon as you get a bad report seek him.
Proverbs 8:17
I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me(KJV). The (ASV) reads, I love them that love me; And those that seek me diligently shall find me.
God wants us to seek Him sooner than right now and quicker than not yet. With some crazy faith, let’s finish the year strong.
Describe What Being Well Looks Like To You
Here's something to consider. Describe what being well looks like to you.
It looks different for everyone. For me, it's being in a state of peace with myself and those around me. It means that my blood pressure is somewhat normal. It also means that I'm writing in my gratitude journal, listening to good music and staying in God's word on a daily basis. Being well for me means that peace is present and that I'm present for the people that I love.
Please note that if you are not well, you can't be well for others. If you're not well, please seek the help that you need. God desires you to be whole and not hurting.
Namaste.
It May Look Like I’m Surrounded
Surround means to enclose one all sides, to extend around the margin or edge of, encircle. Like when life's circumstances encases you and you don't know how you're going to get out. Or when anxiety and depression rears its ugly head and you can't seem to grab a hold of it. It feels like you're encircled and you're trapped and so you fall into a cycle of being stagnant and accepting the status quo.
Then you're stuck, just going around in circles. Making the same bad decisions. Attracting the same dormant relationships. But God!!! Behold, He makes all things new. He makes all things work together for good. Once you find the courage to break out of that cycle and that season of limited or no growth you can truly understand that it may look like I'm surrounded but I'm surrounded by you.
Sometimes all we can see is the enemy surrounding us, not realizing that God has the enemy surrounded and defeated. Therefore we are blessed.
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Kim Walker-Smith - I Know (Live)
Please take a listen. I heard this song for the first time last night and I was so in love with God's thoughtfulness in leading me to this song.
I know nothing is impossible
I know every chain is breakable
I know on Christ the solid rock I stand
My fear is conquered by His perfect love
My life is ransomed by His royal blood
I know on Christ the solid rock I stand
I know nothing is impossible
I know every chain is breakable
I know on Christ the solid rock I stand
My fear is conquered by His perfect love
My life is ransomed by His royal blood
I know on Christ the solid rock I stand
Release And Let Go
This morning during worship I felt small teardrops begin to form. I heard God say, "Release & let go. You're going to have to release all of those things that hinder you and move forward." Then he asked me to sit down as the tears began to stream and I just thought about where I've been, where I am and where I know God wants me to go.
He went on to say, "You can't come here every Sunday and bring your problems and hurts to the altar and then pick them back up and take them with you. You can't keep carrying your past pain. Yes, some stuff hurt but you survived the divorce, you worked hard to get out of the bad mortgage, you did all you could to make sure Tyler was supported early to prevent communication problems, you made sure Alex graduated from college, you survived the stroke and when the doctor suggested an unbelievable diagnosis last month you told him absolutely no. You have been hurt unbelievably and in some cases immeasurably but you've learned to speak to your problems and you believe that God is going to bless you with good and perfect gifts but Arlinda those gifts can't get to you while you hold on to what happened in the past and you have to stop taking it out on people who had nothing to do with that hurt. Especially people that you know love and adore you."
Release and let go.
It's already done.
Release and let go.
All things work together.
Release and let go.
God will perfect those things that concern you.
Release and let go.
Seek Him first and watch him add.
Release and let go.
He gave Jabez that which he requested. He'll do the same for you.
Release and let go.
If Jesus can turn water to wine, then he can turn your pain to praise, your hurt to a hallelujah, your tears to a testimony, he can use your disappointments as he moves you towards your destiny.
Hallelujah, you have won the victory
Hallelujah, you have won it all for me
Death could not hold you down
You are the risen king
Seated in majesty
You are the risen king
"But you have to let go first. You're like a little girl holding on to broken toys just because. Release and let go. It's the only way to move forward."
I sat there honestly just trying to hold it together. But honestly I've been a mess lately, especially today and I so appreciate God coming to tell me that I have to loose those things from my grasp. I have to stop trying to control aspects of my life when I know God has a plan and when I think I'm loosing control realize that he already worked it out for me when he won the victory. Here's the part that's messed up, I know all of this and yet fear and doubt creeps in and rushes over me and then I'm more of a mess than before.
I know I have to get from hurt to hallelujah.
Release
and
Let
Go
And once I do. God, fill me up til I overflow. I want to run over.
Today I'm grateful to every woman that hugged me, poured into me and made me laugh. I struggled with coming to church today but I promise it was the best place for me to be to feel loved on. I'm a work in progress and I know that I hurt someone unintentionally today and that hurts me because they have been nothing but awesome towards me. I honestly have to release and let go for myself and for others.
Namaste
What Type Of Ship Is This?
Today I spent time with some spoken word artists
So, I thought let me drop some fire
Ok....
That's not necessarily true
Kinda but
Not necessarily
I will say this though
I have been nauseous all week
I remember thinking earlier this week
What is this?
Where is it coming from?
But I let it go for several days
Then yesterday came
It felt like I was on a ship
OMG!!!!!
I couldn't move without feeling sick
Then I couldn't sleep
Whatever was bothering me
I just wanted to throw it up and get it out.
Here's the thing
It wasn't food related
I realized that today
because I became frantic
I'm texting my girlfriends
I need help!
I'm sick for no reason.
One told me to pray.
Another told me to connect the dots
I was unraveling
It was bad
Therapy is next week but
I needed a right now intervention
So I began to write
to examine all of my previous relationships
Then
I saw a pattern
That
I'd never notice before
that existed with every relationship
Out of nowhere a flood of tears
And a true cry ensued
that forced out the nausea that
had consumed me
A friendship
was causing
unhealed roots to surface
&
It came in the form of nausea
That for days
Took over my life
Friendship?
A quiet voice echos
the sentiments of several girlfriends
Is this a friendship?
Like, are you sure?
Cause
Ummmmm
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
but
Today I exclaimed.
I don't know what this ship is!
Friendship
Relationship
Partnership
Fellowship
Old Ship of Zion
I just don't know
In therapy I've learned
that when my foundation begins to tremble
I have to address
the issue
So
I came up with
a self-care plan
Cause
now I'm self-aware
that my foundation
needs tending to
I breathe
I see things that I imagine
I feel like the waves
are trying to stabilize
then through the smoke
I receive a 1Cor13 message
but
This can't be
used so loosely
Not right now
Not ever
How do you get to say that right now?
The more I ponder the idea of
What is this ship?
I realize that time
&
space have forced
me
to
deal
with the roots of the ships
before
The ships that
left
abandoned
disregarded
took for granted
&
hurt
long before this ship
even showed up
I thought
I was
ok
I thought
I was
good
with the ships that had passed
only to realize
they may have passed
but they were never checked
They were never told
You can't treat
me just
anyway
anymore
You can't test my
patience
cause
I'm high maintenance
I never knew
to tell them
until
this
ship
showed
up
Now
I don't want to
play no games
play no games
I'm tired of
the same old thing
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