"Jesus take the wheel."
You often hear people retort this phrase. I have found they are the main ones who wouldn't let him if he tried. It is almost impossible for some people to get that they can only control themselves. IF only they would take control of their minds and actions, they would not need to try to do so in regard to other folk. Faith and fear cannot co-exist. Faith means you go forward whether you know what is on the other side or not. Fear requires directions, answers, breaks, and outright defiance in some cases.
Fear is one of the leading reasons people go against God. Fear tells them that they have to know, do and be all themselves, alone. They can only feel God when they feel good. And they only feel good when they are in control. If you want to let Jesus take the wheel, you have to know and trust that your life force is not by coincidence. You have life? You are meant to live. You are meant to live YOUR life. Not the lives of others. Creating issues. Causing situations that would otherwise not be if not for your interference.
In some cases this is true for our own lives to, that we have let go and truly let God work it out. When we lean on what we understand, which is so little in reality, we tend to make choices based on our little worlds that we live in. Never once taking into account how we fit in the bigger picture. In that instance your value shoots up greatly because if you are able to impact the greater good, you have accomplished a great deal,
You cannot do that if you are everywhere. At some point, you have got to really become still and let the power of the Word wash over you in a way that touches your very soul. When you let go of the wheel, just like on a rollercoaster; you can enjoy the ride. Bumpy and frightening as life can get, knowing that you are born to win. Knowing that if you would only be still and let "Jesus take the wheel," you just may get to where you are going in one piece. What's your issue?
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Back to Realati
For me, becoming more whole revealed the separation that lies within me. Realati was born out of pain and fear. Over the course of a year and a half, I had several gall bladder attacks. The first one happened the night of Carmen's birthday party. I was cooking and bringing chicken wings. AS I was frying the wings, and randomly eating the wings; I began to have tremendous pain and vomiting spells.
I did not associate the pain with the fried chicken. I had to go to the party because my Sweet Thang was meeting me there and there was no way I was gonna miss being with him. Yet, the pain and vomiting were real. They stopped after a while and I was able to meet with my Sweet Thang and do the Wild Thang, even with the lingering pain. This was in October.
I had no more bouts with said pain and vomiting until April. We bought cake with Buttercreme frosting and real ice cream for our son's birthday party. I indulged and it started all over again. I was not able to make the connection at this time either, but I did go to the doctor as I cannot take pain and the man who taught me how to love could not bear to see me in such pain. I was told my gall bladder needed to be removed. I had fried it with fried, greasy, oily, fatty foods.
Wow! It messed me up to know that I have overindulged in something to the point it destroyed an organ in my body. I had let and issue become a horrible situation. I had been lying to myself. This fact along with how ignorant I was about the effects of certain foods had almost cost me my life. After I came home from the hospital, I started a garden. When the man was done tilling the ground, I lay upon it on my back looking up to the sky and thanking God for enlightening me. As my neighbors watch in amazement and the man who taught me how to loved looked at me with his, "What the hell is wrong with her," look on his face; I got up a different, wiser, more open person. I was fully aware of how fragile I was and how I was my own worse enemy.
I began a journey that saw 78lbs in weight loss and the birth of Realati Lyphe.
I did not associate the pain with the fried chicken. I had to go to the party because my Sweet Thang was meeting me there and there was no way I was gonna miss being with him. Yet, the pain and vomiting were real. They stopped after a while and I was able to meet with my Sweet Thang and do the Wild Thang, even with the lingering pain. This was in October.
I had no more bouts with said pain and vomiting until April. We bought cake with Buttercreme frosting and real ice cream for our son's birthday party. I indulged and it started all over again. I was not able to make the connection at this time either, but I did go to the doctor as I cannot take pain and the man who taught me how to love could not bear to see me in such pain. I was told my gall bladder needed to be removed. I had fried it with fried, greasy, oily, fatty foods.
Wow! It messed me up to know that I have overindulged in something to the point it destroyed an organ in my body. I had let and issue become a horrible situation. I had been lying to myself. This fact along with how ignorant I was about the effects of certain foods had almost cost me my life. After I came home from the hospital, I started a garden. When the man was done tilling the ground, I lay upon it on my back looking up to the sky and thanking God for enlightening me. As my neighbors watch in amazement and the man who taught me how to loved looked at me with his, "What the hell is wrong with her," look on his face; I got up a different, wiser, more open person. I was fully aware of how fragile I was and how I was my own worse enemy.
I began a journey that saw 78lbs in weight loss and the birth of Realati Lyphe.
Friday, July 18, 2014
A Feeling Is!
It is selfish, the way I love. If I look at it the right way, I can see how my belief that those I love should want it; has caused me to have certain issues in the past. I have since learned that you can love, but for it to be true it has to be without expectation in any form. You must love solely because you have the capacity to do so. Any other way or reason will cause discomfort and possibly distress.
I have always said an emotional affair is worst than a sexual one for some people. I am one of those people. For whatever reason, I am ignited by intellectual conversations, sweet words, catchy phrases and witty lines. I like to gab and joke and talk sarcastically and a man who can match me has always been my ultimate desire.
I have him and I feel a completeness that would be embarrassing if it wasn't so joy provoking. Talking to him charges me. I literally bubble inside and I normally giggle the moment I hear his voice. I get lost in conversation with him sometimes only focusing on the sound of his voice, forced to listen when he asks a specific question. It has been this way from the beginning. We met 27 years ago and from that day to this I hang on his every word and desire only to hear him laugh and talk that talk only he can do so well.
A feeling is! My feelings run deep for this man. He too, figured out I was the one who got away. I can hear the gratitude in his voice when he mentions how happy he is I was looking for him too. A feeling is!
I would be the first one to tell a person not to jump on every feeling they have. As we know our feelings will and betray us. We have all had the experience where we felt something deeply and it turned out not to be real or even possible. For whatever reason, something inside us needed to feel a certain way. In this case, the feelings are coupled with a knowing. He felt like he knew me and I he.
When these feelings were new to me, I would become impulsive and compulsively call, seek out and think about him. Over the years I have written him letters which I kept hidden, until recently. As I read them, I cry, cringe, laugh and walk away in disbelief at how devoted I remained to his memory. Now, to experience what I hoped would happen is just the greatest gift. I did not hold on in vain. It was well worth the wait as I am matured and able to set personal boundaries that will not allow me to compromise myself in any way.
I treasure the moments we engage each other. He's the one.
I have always said an emotional affair is worst than a sexual one for some people. I am one of those people. For whatever reason, I am ignited by intellectual conversations, sweet words, catchy phrases and witty lines. I like to gab and joke and talk sarcastically and a man who can match me has always been my ultimate desire.
I have him and I feel a completeness that would be embarrassing if it wasn't so joy provoking. Talking to him charges me. I literally bubble inside and I normally giggle the moment I hear his voice. I get lost in conversation with him sometimes only focusing on the sound of his voice, forced to listen when he asks a specific question. It has been this way from the beginning. We met 27 years ago and from that day to this I hang on his every word and desire only to hear him laugh and talk that talk only he can do so well.
A feeling is! My feelings run deep for this man. He too, figured out I was the one who got away. I can hear the gratitude in his voice when he mentions how happy he is I was looking for him too. A feeling is!
I would be the first one to tell a person not to jump on every feeling they have. As we know our feelings will and betray us. We have all had the experience where we felt something deeply and it turned out not to be real or even possible. For whatever reason, something inside us needed to feel a certain way. In this case, the feelings are coupled with a knowing. He felt like he knew me and I he.
When these feelings were new to me, I would become impulsive and compulsively call, seek out and think about him. Over the years I have written him letters which I kept hidden, until recently. As I read them, I cry, cringe, laugh and walk away in disbelief at how devoted I remained to his memory. Now, to experience what I hoped would happen is just the greatest gift. I did not hold on in vain. It was well worth the wait as I am matured and able to set personal boundaries that will not allow me to compromise myself in any way.
I treasure the moments we engage each other. He's the one.
Friday, July 11, 2014
How Are Things Working for You?
I recently made a career decision to become a professional comedian. My employment status has become an issue. I have reached the age where employers love your level of experience, but do not necessarily want to pay you for it.
The day I left my last job was liberating and fun. The very next day my blood pressure was in the 120's. The stress was gone. I proceeded throughout the months working on my house and doing what needed to be done, but most of all I was focusing on myself. I was giving myself the nurturing I needed.
I refuse to let my health become an issue so I have a daily regiment of self-care which focusing heavily on my diet. I have incorporated more fruits and vegetables, exercise, laughs and rest. It is all paying off.
Take a moment today to look in the mirror and ask yourself, "How are things working for you?"
Be open to the answers.
Peace
The day I left my last job was liberating and fun. The very next day my blood pressure was in the 120's. The stress was gone. I proceeded throughout the months working on my house and doing what needed to be done, but most of all I was focusing on myself. I was giving myself the nurturing I needed.
I refuse to let my health become an issue so I have a daily regiment of self-care which focusing heavily on my diet. I have incorporated more fruits and vegetables, exercise, laughs and rest. It is all paying off.
Take a moment today to look in the mirror and ask yourself, "How are things working for you?"
Be open to the answers.
Peace
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Critique: Play or Be Played by Tariq Nasheed: Part One
There is an issuation Mr. Nasheed speaks on in the book that I agree with 100%.
He feels that the teen-aged pregnancy problem, is not a problem as much as it is another way the government:
Keeps poor folk poor.
Keeps children without fathers
Makes money for the state through the child support system
I agree with all of the above. As we can see by now, there is absolutely no way to prevent a woman from getting pregnant. Anyone born from 1975 on has been exposed to literature, debates, commercials, classes, workshops, billboards, etc., about contraceptives. Young women are getting pregnant because they want to. No, the boy didn't get her pregnant, she got herself pregnant. Teen-aged pregnancy is highest amongst the under educated thus solidifying the likelihood the offspring will continue the cycle of teen-aged parenthood.
The only thing that can slow down the rate of teen pregnancy is that more mothers model self-respect, self-love and talk about the importance of having both with their daughters. Whether a young man uses a condom or not should never matter. I was a teen-aged mother due to ignorance. Sex was not talked about or taught when I was coming up and my mother and father did an inadequate job in their efforts to discuss the subject.
Once I found out how I got pregnant and why; I never had another unwanted pregnancy. I never relied on the man to protect me. I protected myself. Plain and simple.
He feels that the teen-aged pregnancy problem, is not a problem as much as it is another way the government:
Keeps poor folk poor.
Keeps children without fathers
Makes money for the state through the child support system
I agree with all of the above. As we can see by now, there is absolutely no way to prevent a woman from getting pregnant. Anyone born from 1975 on has been exposed to literature, debates, commercials, classes, workshops, billboards, etc., about contraceptives. Young women are getting pregnant because they want to. No, the boy didn't get her pregnant, she got herself pregnant. Teen-aged pregnancy is highest amongst the under educated thus solidifying the likelihood the offspring will continue the cycle of teen-aged parenthood.
The only thing that can slow down the rate of teen pregnancy is that more mothers model self-respect, self-love and talk about the importance of having both with their daughters. Whether a young man uses a condom or not should never matter. I was a teen-aged mother due to ignorance. Sex was not talked about or taught when I was coming up and my mother and father did an inadequate job in their efforts to discuss the subject.
Once I found out how I got pregnant and why; I never had another unwanted pregnancy. I never relied on the man to protect me. I protected myself. Plain and simple.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Mommy Issues
One of the most common issues that turns into an issuation is men who have not found a way to detach from the mothers/families appropriately.
These issuations can cause women to feel left out and useless in the relationship because the man often chooses to deal with his family for varies reasons, often after an argument or break-up.
Mommy Hates Daddy
Men who come from a home with only a mother who hates his father, and he looks just like his father are usually the worse off. Next to the man whose mother gives her son everything, this man is a horror to deal with. He is forever trying to win his momma's love and she ain't having it cause she didn't get the love from his daddy she was promised. His reflection of the father is enough to ensure this boy will forever be craving the love of a loving and affection mother.
A woman with one of these guys who is unwilling to work on himself should not allow herself to take what he is doing personally. IF he ain't the one, run. But if you want him, suggest he get help if he doesn't? Then RUN!
Mommy Had a Lot of Brothers
When a young man finds out his mother is sexually active it is hard on him. If he has a mother who does not care that he knows she is sexually active, it is usually a source of immense shame. Sometimes these mothers are drug addicted, or prostitutes, sluts, needy, or just straight up a hoe. No matter the case, no young man suffers well with knowing the truth about Eve.
These brother usually don't trust women. They know the women that will fuck. They know the aggressive woman who brings home man after man and bands them to their room; or maybe not. Suspicion and disrespect will stream throughout any relationship this brother has. No one is safe unless he gets therapy.
Mommy Real Religious
These the real freaks out of the bunch. Check out the Jodi Arias story.
These men hide behind God and are dangerous on the deepest level because they prey on folks souls.
Those are the extreme ones. There are men who are frigid because they have been taught little about their bodies except to ignore its natural inclinations.
Mommy Was Passed Out
Here many of the "Caption Save a Hoe's" are bread. I never have to worry about them. I am waaaay too independent. These men seek to always be the savior, when in fact they are little boys who had to take control to survive due to having a mother who had checked out for real. Only awake for the next hit.
You know what to do!
These are just a few Mommy issues I have seen women deal with. I believe we all can benefit from therapy. Even people who are well-adjusted. You might be good, but you can always be better.
These issuations can cause women to feel left out and useless in the relationship because the man often chooses to deal with his family for varies reasons, often after an argument or break-up.
Mommy Hates Daddy
Men who come from a home with only a mother who hates his father, and he looks just like his father are usually the worse off. Next to the man whose mother gives her son everything, this man is a horror to deal with. He is forever trying to win his momma's love and she ain't having it cause she didn't get the love from his daddy she was promised. His reflection of the father is enough to ensure this boy will forever be craving the love of a loving and affection mother.
A woman with one of these guys who is unwilling to work on himself should not allow herself to take what he is doing personally. IF he ain't the one, run. But if you want him, suggest he get help if he doesn't? Then RUN!
Mommy Had a Lot of Brothers
When a young man finds out his mother is sexually active it is hard on him. If he has a mother who does not care that he knows she is sexually active, it is usually a source of immense shame. Sometimes these mothers are drug addicted, or prostitutes, sluts, needy, or just straight up a hoe. No matter the case, no young man suffers well with knowing the truth about Eve.
These brother usually don't trust women. They know the women that will fuck. They know the aggressive woman who brings home man after man and bands them to their room; or maybe not. Suspicion and disrespect will stream throughout any relationship this brother has. No one is safe unless he gets therapy.
Mommy Real Religious
These the real freaks out of the bunch. Check out the Jodi Arias story.
These men hide behind God and are dangerous on the deepest level because they prey on folks souls.
Those are the extreme ones. There are men who are frigid because they have been taught little about their bodies except to ignore its natural inclinations.
Mommy Was Passed Out
Here many of the "Caption Save a Hoe's" are bread. I never have to worry about them. I am waaaay too independent. These men seek to always be the savior, when in fact they are little boys who had to take control to survive due to having a mother who had checked out for real. Only awake for the next hit.
You know what to do!
These are just a few Mommy issues I have seen women deal with. I believe we all can benefit from therapy. Even people who are well-adjusted. You might be good, but you can always be better.
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