Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
Monday, January 6, 2025
THIS IS A STATE OF #EMERGENCY WHAT WAY DID YOUR CITY #PASS
Left or Right "let me see you do it"... Soak City
I'm following every move..
and you thought Obama would respect you, Girl Bye
MOVIE FOR THE DAY #PoeticJustice & #FourColoredGirls Yes, I know Janet is in Vegas
And you wonder why I drink!!!
"Still Writing in My Journal" Poetic Justice
10:00 am V103: Update JANET just passed me on my way to work... LOL, promoting a Valentine Day giveaway ... You play too much
Reflections on Life, Love, and the "Four Colored Girls" Metaphor
Hey Janet, I’m working hard today—no time for any distractions, not even a quick chat. For those of you following along, I'm still writing in my journal. And as I flip through these pages, I can’t help but reflect on the deep metaphors woven throughout my life, especially when I look at Four Colored Girls. It's more than just a story—it's a mirror, one that shows the layers of my experiences.
Looking back, I see the prayers I wrote when I was stalked by a toxic ex-boyfriend. A man who just wouldn’t let go. And while he may have been persistent, he didn’t get the better of me. Thankfully, the only lasting bond was one child—his. But the confusion, the twists of fate, get deeper when Mustapha goes missing at the NBA All-Star Weekend in Phoenix. A wild story, right? But don’t get it twisted—this isn’t about any issues with Muslims. I respect everyone’s faith, but the Nation of Islam? They’re not the true representation of what Islam is meant to be.
Now, the Prince of Saudi Arabia—now a King—there's a different story altogether. And yes, there's a truth you might never get to witness. But honestly, some things you just can’t handle. It’s crazy, isn’t it? From Poetic Justice to now, through all the ups and downs, I’ve stayed true to that “Black Cat” spirit you've all been singing about.
Speaking of missing people... Todd Bridges. Where are you? I miss you, but I guess your husband is hanging out with Scottie. We both know what happened the last time we were all supposed to meet in Vegas. But hey, that's just life.
Just last week, I was sparring with Alex and Neshell, still trying to figure out how Neshell even made it to Lisa's wedding. Then, of course, Daphne's drama with her endless appetite for chaos. You know, I can't help but think of Good Times when all this chaos unfolds. Remember the intro? What was my name in that show? Diane’s struggles, her pain—they're not new to anyone who's been paying attention.
And speaking of family, how’s your mom doing, Janet? I know you're hurting after losing Tito. Marlon, I have no words—I'm at a loss for what to say.
And who could forget when I raised Randy from the dead? Man, Brian Jackson and I laugh about it all the time, remembering that time during the Victory Tour in Chicago. I was front row every night, even though my boss cut me at stage start. Night 2? Randy’s shirt. Night 3? Michael’s hat. I still use those tokens to find them both when I need a reminder.
My first major security role? We Are The World. And yeah, this story goes way back to Trump and A Different World. You know that song—Chris or Dre, whichever one you think about. But yes, it all comes back around.
I know you've been waiting for me to speak all day. But before I go any further, I won’t say much more until I see the baby. You know the deal, despite everything with Scottie. But your husband? He knows I’m real.
Sunday, January 5, 2025
What type of THINKER are you???
There are several types of thinking, including:
Creative thinking
The ability to think outside the box by looking at things from a different perspective.
Critical thinking
The ability to objectively evaluate information and arguments, which is important for decision-making.
Analytical thinking
The ability to break down complex problems into smaller, more manageable parts.
Abstract thinking
The ability to connect seemingly disparate ideas and reveal hidden meanings.
Concrete thinking
The ability to make decisions based on facts and think about concrete ideas.
Convergent thinking
The ability to find the best solution to a problem by looking for examples that expose commonalities.
Divergent thinking
The ability to explore as many solutions or options to a problem as possible.
Holistic thinking
The ability to see the big picture and recognize how various components are interconnected.
DREAM CENTER #Choir #Praise #Love #Joy
I AM IN TEARS RIGHT NOW #CHOIR
That PRAISE uplifted me in so many ways
My face is covered in tears
Murphy... now you know I'm in the KITCHEN
How do you know me???
I have not changed... I'm watching 👀 you
GOOD MORNING RENDER... #Hegai Great Response New Birth #Esther
The Silent Reverence: Honoring Tradition in Worship
Isn’t it strange how some traditions that once felt so natural now seem out of place? The feeling of being seen in church—truly recognized for who you are—was once tied to the simple act of wearing a skirt. Growing up, pants were never an option when I went to church. It wasn’t about fashion or following a trend—it was about honoring God for the woman He created me to be.
In my community, we weren’t allowed to wear pants in church. It wasn’t a matter of comfort, but one of reverence, respect, and identity. The skirt became more than just an article of clothing; it was a symbol of our devotion, of standing before God in the way we were taught to. It was the one time we celebrated our womanhood fully in His presence.
But now, when I walk into church and I see the women on the platform, all of them in skirts, I can't help but feel a deep sense of remembrance. The traditions we grew up with were a way of honoring our faith in its purest form. I know some people may not understand. Perhaps these old-school ways of doing things don’t work for them anymore. They may see it as outdated, irrelevant, or even oppressive. But I obey what I know. These traditions were a part of my faith journey, shaping my understanding of God and my place in His house.
Yet, the recognition I feel, or sometimes don’t feel, when walking into church now—when it’s no longer so tied to the way women dress—can be both jarring and saddening. It’s not about the clothing itself but about what it represented for me: a moment of connection, a time when my femininity, my identity, and my faith were all honored simultaneously.
And then there’s the quiet recollection of those who protected us in ways we never fully understood, like Tony Render. He wasn’t just a name in my life—he was a presence that made me feel safe and seen, guiding us through the challenges and reminding us that we were always under God's watchful eye.
QUIZ: In the bible book of Esther, What was the name of the keeper of the women?
#Remembrance. It’s a word that encapsulates everything. It's the old traditions that keep our faith alive, and the memories that remind us of where we’ve been and who we were when we first walked into God’s house.
Yes, it might look different now. Maybe the rules have changed. But the reverence, the honoring of God in our womanhood, remains constant for me. I wear my tradition proudly, not because I think it’s better or right for anyone else, but because it’s what I know and what I respect. Let us not forget that honoring God, in whatever form it may take, is always a personal journey. And it’s one worth remembering.
Good morning, Deacon Maurice Waddell. How’s your wife doing?
Reflections on Vanity, Obsession, and the Complexity of Relationships
Sometimes, I find myself reflecting on relationships, the connections we form, and the dynamics that shape our lives. I can’t help but think about the people we encounter and how they leave an impression on us, whether for good or ill. Some moments stay with you forever—moments that remind you of the complexities in human interaction, the ebb and flow of respect, and the occasional bitterness of unresolved issues.
Now, Kari—let’s just say I’ve never been “your fan.” There’s something about vanity that always lingers in the air, often clouding judgment, fueling pride, and distorting reality. It's that same spirit of Jezebel that creeps into our hearts when we place ourselves above others, when we care more about appearances than what truly lies within. I’ve seen it, felt it, and it’s a reminder that our character is often more telling than any mask we wear. He has my permission to beat you in any way he pleases.
Speaking of masks, I can’t help but mention the obsession some people seem to have with me. Yes, Deacon Waddell, it’s not something I talk about often, but it’s there—an undercurrent I’ve noticed, one that perhaps you’re unaware of. I’ve seen how people project their desires, their frustrations, their feelings onto others, often without realizing the impact it has.
And then there are those other familiar faces that often come and go. Where are April McLaughlin and Mary Hill? It’s strange how people seem to disappear, but the memories of their presence linger, don’t they? It’s as though we are all constantly moving in and out of each other's lives for reasons we may never fully understand.
And Lisa McCoy… she’s got your nose too strong, honey. It’s funny how family traits are passed down, how the little pieces of us that we don’t even notice sometimes are so clearly visible to others. In those quiet moments of recognition, it all seems to come full circle.
I won’t forget the time you raised Kamala in my face. The way you did it, it made me laugh. It was one of those instances where, despite everything, I couldn’t help but appreciate the humor in it all. 😆 Sometimes life throws things at us that we can’t explain, but we can choose to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
There’s a lot to unpack in this post, but it’s important to remember that everything we experience is a reflection of who we are—how we interact with others, how we view ourselves, and how we navigate the complexities of relationships. Whether it's vanity, obsession, or simple family connections, these moments serve as a reminder of the human condition, where pride, love, and reflection all intersect.
Let’s keep our eyes open, be mindful of how we treat one another, and never forget that we are all a little more intertwined than we might think.
Head to Toe... all me
A Miracle in the Making: Brothers, Bonds, and the Power of Faith
Excuse all of my brothers. They miss me just like I miss them. The bond we share goes deeper than time, distance, or circumstance—it’s one of those unspoken connections that can only be understood by those who have experienced it. If you’re asking, Was that a miracle? The answer is simple: Of course it was.
I am not going to name names just in case I miss names, to avoid you being targeted.
It’s easy to forget that miracles aren’t always grand, earth-shattering events. Sometimes, they show up in the simplest of forms—through the love and connection we share with one another. The fact that I can still feel the presence of my brothers, even in moments of separation, is a miracle in itself. We’re constantly intertwined, each of us reflecting pieces of the other, and even in our absence, we carry one another with us. That’s the beauty of family, of love, and of faith.
And let’s not pretend that the miracles I’ve witnessed—or even performed—at New Birth weren’t real. For those of you who have followed my journey, you’ve seen firsthand how faith has a way of transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. You’ve watched as what seemed impossible became possible, as moments of despair were turned into triumph, as lives were changed.
It’s a testament to the power of belief, the strength of community, and the never-ending work of God in our lives. Miracles are often born out of the most unlikely circumstances. The things that may seem small or insignificant to the outside world carry weight for those who truly understand the power of God moving through us.
So, when you look at my life and wonder about the miracles you’ve seen, know that they’re not just about the big moments or the grand gestures. They’re in the everyday acts of love, connection, and faith. They’re in the bonds we share with those around us—whether it's with my brothers, my community, or the people who have walked this path with me.
This is my testimony: I am living proof that miracles happen in the most profound ways, and sometimes, they look a lot like family.
"Call #Esther"
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