Faith, Good Night, The Bus

My Father

Someone very dear to me sent the story below just a few minutes ago…as I continue to weep regularly about the loss of my (natural) father – this message was very comforting. You see not only was he the best father I ever knew but he was my friend (#shonuff).  I would call him when I was in trouble, I would call him to share in my joy and happiness, I would call him for advice and I would call him for no reason at all. Haven’t had a friend like that in a long time – I’m weeping now – it’s such an overwhelming loss without some type of pain medication.  I’m going to be alright for I know where my strength in times of sorrow comes from.

The road to this #bus stop was by far one of the worst.   The hills and valleys I had to climb in and out of and try to navigate in the dark was just dreadful.  I kept looking for my father to save me and he was gone from this earth.  I could not believe he had left me here in this place with all this pain – there were so many ripped wounds all over my heart, mind, body and soul.  ER and trauma like blood was oozing out every orifice up and down my body from my scalp to under my toes (metaphorically) I couldn’t manage the pain no matter what I did.  Seemed like all the pain I had ever experienced was now multiplied and wide-open again with the passing of my father.  Robet WilliamsonYou see we were like friends, sister and brother, daughter and father.  We had the same thoughts, I could make him shriek in heart felt laughter and I would equally find his statements ridiculously funny.  We could talk for 8 hours straight – ask my mother!  Then one day he was in the hospital and his life was hanging on by minutes he opened his mouth with that breathing apparatus covering his mouth and I couldn’t find one word to say.  I’m so selfish I don’t care that his lungs were gone.  The pain he must have been in, Lord I thank you for taking him and now this war is over for him. #GoodNight Robert Williamson. He’s resting I know that with all my heart

Today I’m determined to remember the man I’ve known as my father all the days of my life with a smile and joy in my heart let the tears fall and let the joy reign again.  With that said here’s the message I received this evening.

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’

The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough.  Your love is all I ever needed.  I wish you enough, too, Dad.’

They kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked over to the window where I was seated.  Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.  I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’

‘Yes, I have,’ I replied.  ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’..

‘I am old, and she lives so far away.  I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said.

‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough..’  May I ask what that means?’

He began to smile.  ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.  My parents used to say it to everyone…’  He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’  Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

He then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.

* Only if you wish, send this to the people you will never forget. If you don’t send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that you have forgotten your friends.

TAKE TIME TO LIVE….

To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH.

 

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Salvation, The Bus

New #Blogger On Board – #MsConcerned

Blogging is not as easy as one thinks – so I am learning.  One must be #fearless and establish a routine of posting relevant material in a timely manner.  The content must be of value, distractions must be non-existent, and readability must be appropriate for the audience – or at least grasp the audience’s attention.

For folk like me I want to share with the world my knowledge of certain subjects and I end up jumping from one topic to another the moment I feel passion about the subject matter or about the folk that will be affected by the subject.  I also want to share about the book that is currently being revised for the nth time about my #Journey from the #BusStop to present day.   I believe it will be a good read, enjoyable, painful and life-sustaining not but for only for woman but for men as well.  Of course I end up #Hash-tagging all over the place trying desperately to connected the dots, lol.

Seriously, I believe there are women out there who have had her heart-broken and/or shattered into a million pieces (there’s a difference); who has had her life ripped out from under her; who has watched her husband walk away with a baby and had a baby.  For any woman who has found herself in the trenches of drug addiction and abuse from all directions only to get up and find #Grace on the other side – only to find herself entangled in the trenches again still trying to glue the minuscule pieces of her heart and life back together by engaging in unsavory relationships, meaningless jobs, friendless girlfriends, and with unhealthy men. I believe there are women that have turned to God heard His voice, seen His miracles and turned away!  Yes, that’s  just some of my story; I hope you take the journey with me – help me – guide me and most of all don’t judge me.  If you do – don’t worry, I have a God that loves and adores me and I know He Loves and adores you too – no matter how many times you said no – not right now…

 

 

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Ed Sheeran Speaks On Beyoncé’s Super-Secretive Communication Style: “Her Email Changes Every Week” — Hot 107.5

Source: Kevin Mazur / Getty According to Ed Sheeran, Beyoncé takes all precaution when communicating with the outside world. Sheeran, who recently got Queen Bey to jump on a remix to his hit ballad “Perfect”, spilled the deets to Entertainment Tonight on her very meticulous methods of contact. While most of us can easily reach…

via Ed Sheeran Speaks On Beyoncé’s Super-Secretive Communication Style: “Her Email Changes Every Week” — Hot 107.5

Bible, Faith, Mental Health, Politics, The Word, Women's Issues

#Sexual #MisConduct – #POTUS

(WASHINGTON) — The U.S. ambassador to the United Nations said Sunday that women who accuse someone of sexual misconduct deserve to be heard, even if it involves President Donald Trump. “I know that he was elected, but women should always feel comfortable coming forward. And we should all be willing to listen to them,” Nikki…

via Nikki Haley: President Trump’s Sexual Misconduct Accusers Should be Heard — TIME

Why won’t this happen – #Satan loves a #scandal so with that said…

We ask You #Lord #Jesus to break and destroy any aggression, attempts of the enemy to penetrate, curses resulting in the destruction of the mind, behavioral perversion, schemes of the enemy or wicked people, self condemnation and sexual perversion.

Amen in the #NameThatIsofChristJesus

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Bible, Faith, Novel, Reading, The Bus

Entertaining Strangers

Song says:

One man sat alone beside the highway begging,
His eyes were blind, the light he could not see;
He clutched his rags and shivered in the shadows,
Then Jesus came and bade his darkness flee.

As I walked past the #BusStop the other day a man asked me for change, I replied, “I don’t have any right now”. I went to #DunkinDonuts and when I came out that man had followed me I looked at him and gave him the change and I asked him, “Did you follow me here”? He replied, “yes” – I looked at him and smiled.

On my way back to work walked back passed the #BusStop and there was another man – his eyes were on fire, hot red – he asked if I had any change I told him, “I gave it to the man back there”.  Then I remembered the description of Jesus  – as described in Revelation 1:14 His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire…

Later that day I reached in pocket because “something” told me to – and there it was – the amount of money I had given the stranger that followed me to Dunkin Donuts.  Yet I must admit I was for a moment moved by the eyes of the second young man.  I thought to myself did I do something wrong by not giving the 2nd man any change?  I thought about the scripture – Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
MonkeyBars

The song says the man was blind the light he could not see – the Bible describes Jesus as the “Light”my days of playing on the #monkeybars (If keep coming back you’ll find the meaning of the #Monkeybars) I was not looking for the #Light and did not want it to enter into my world I was living in.

Do you think we take the #scriptures too literal; perhaps there a deeper simpler meaning to the scriptures?

 

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#Satanic Pedophilia Network is Being Exposed

(MONTGOMERY, Ala.) — President Donald Trump has recorded automated phone messages urging support for Republican Roy Moore in the Alabama Senate race. White House spokesman Raj Shah said Saturday that Trump has recorded the phone message on Moore’s behalf. Moore’s campaign said the calls will go out to households Monday, a day ahead of the…

via President Trump Records Robocalls for Roy Moore — TIME

http://humansarefree.com/2016/02/satanic-pedophilia-network-exposed-in.html

 

Faith, Novel, Reading, The Bus

One Woman’s Journey to Freedom

Dreams

Dreams many of us have them during waking hours they are known as day dreaming. We dream of places we would like to be, we day dream about a better home, a spouse or perhaps what life would be like if we had more money.  Some of us dream during our sleep – they can be hot spicy dreams or dreams of “real life” experiences and then there are those of us that have dreams of a more spiritual nature.  The story you are about to read is about the latter.  Although the dream is true unlike some dreams that last during the night and they are over the moment we wake up this dream will span more than a decade and continues to evolve as I write this story.

The First Dream

As I awaken from one of the most vivid dreams I had as a child in elementary school I felt a sense of fear, a dark fear.  Our family had just moved to a project community, they are called “the projects” a housing development owned by the government.  Our apartment was located on the 6th floor in the middle building of the complex.  Moving day for a kid can be quite interesting, we don’t really do anything, except get in the way or just run around and watch – and try to stay out of the way.  Up and down the elevator I traveled all day, it was a nice warm day to move and see interesting things.  During this move I can remember 1 or 2 specific incidents.  One was I managed to somehow get away from my parents not by choice, just wandering off; I found myself in the elevator alone.  Apparently, someone (maybe my dad – I loved him so much) taught me how to push the number 6 for my floor and so I did or, so I thought.  I got off and walked straight to the first house on the right like I had done about 6 times already; yet this time I noticed there were some type of hanging twigs or dead flowers on the door, I thought to myself, I’ve never seen those before (from where we had just moved from) I entered the house and to my surprise the house was fully furnished but those people were not my parents.  The house had a strange atmosphere about it, something said to me “get out” and so I did, I didn’t say hello when that lady spoke to me, that man in the chair just looked and never said a word, but when she reach out to touch me – I flew out of that door!

From our building we could see the park across the street, which would later become the walk of horror for me on my way to school. The girls would begin to get angry with me because I had a new outfit on every Monday – that was something not heard of if the projects back in my day. They would taunt me, stick their tongue out at me when after we arrived in class and their favorite line as they passed by my desk was, “…you think you cute…” one would think that was a nice thing to say I learned the hard way that is was not a complement.   You see my dad was always trying to improve and make another dollar more than he did the day before and as a result my mother would always do for us what was not done for her as she grew up.

I also remember always losing my house key – that was tied around my neck with a one of those hair ribbons that was twisted like yarn and it would frizz up; it was irritating around my neck, so I would remove it once I left the house and subsequently I would have go to office – get the master key then walk around the corner to the local supply story to get a replacement; back then replacement keys were .50 cents.  Not sure what significance the losing of the key has to this story but it was a memory that stood out for me and I decided to place it in this introduction.

One night as I climbed into bed and fell asleep I begin to dream.  In the dream I pushed 6 for the floor I lived on and the elevator door would open; when the door opened I found myself on a floor filled with nothing but cylinder columns.  Cement Columns 3I walked off the elevator and looked around for a bit then the fear came I turned to get back on the elevator and to my horror the elevator was gone!  The dream repeated itself over and over again night after night.  This dream repeated itself so much that I found myself able to make decisions during the dream I would remember the events from the last dream, so I wouldn’t get out of the elevator, so it would not disappear on me, to my surprise I found that if I did not get out of the elevator it would still disappear.   During one of the dreams I entered in the elevator and decided not to move, and the elevator disappeared as if I had got off once again forcing me to take that walk – the only relief or freedom from the 6th floor – was waking up.

Dreams in the Bible may…

  • Warn a person not to do something (Genesis 20:3, 31:24, Matthew 27:19)
  • Convey what will happen either in the near or distant future (Genesis 37:5, 9, 40:8 – 19, 41:1 – 7, 15 – 32, Daniel 2, 7)
  • Convey a spiritual truth (Genesis 28:12)
  • Confirm a promise (Genesis 28:13 – 14)
  • To convey to an enemy their destruction (Judges 7:13 – 15)
  • Offer a gift from God (1Kings 3:5)
  • Warn a person they will receive punishment for their sins (Daniel 4)

I would encourage you to tuned for more of my dream…

My He Bless You Beyond Your Comprehension