Addiction, Bible, Purpose, Spirituality

#Spring #Cleaning

When it comes to organizing your home, Spring is not the only time of year  when you should declutter your home – in fact, if you want to keep your property tidied and clean, you should put things in order daily.

But who has the time and motivation to organize their home every single day? Unless you are a  clean or neat-freak, you won’t find it necessary to straighten out your property on a daily basis. Nevertheless, to declutter is important – if not on a daily basis, then at least on a weekly basis. Because clutter is not only ugly – it can seriously damage your health, too – both your physical and mental and spiritual health.

If you live in cluttered placed, you’ll may be less motivated, you may have higher anxiety levels and you may become easily irritated. That’s not all – clutter can even lead to depression and of course, bacteria and germs love clutter and dirt –that’s why those who live in dirty places are 10 times more likely to become ill  than those who live in clean homes.

Now that you know cleaning is mandatory, and decluttering is really important, let’s set some rules. In essence, to declutter means to get rid of the things you no longer find useful. You can do that in two ways – either you can reuse the things you no longer find useful and turn them into something useful, or you can simply throw those stuff away – or donate them.

What can you reuse?

You don’t need to throw away everything you no longer need. A lot of your stuff can be reused, or they can be turned into irreplaceable possessions once again.  You can reuse any glass object – any jar you don’t use can be turned into an adorable candle holder, or you can store your dry goods or your construction tools in these reusable glass jars.

You can also reuse your old clothes. Throwing away a stained blouse is not your only option – in fact, you can use your old/ripped/stained shirts to make a new shirt artfully add more stains. Your old towels can be recycled, too – you can turn your old towels into handy washcloths.

And that’s not all – you can also recycle your broken china and turn it into art.  Try gluing pieces of a broken plate to your  flowerpots and make them stand out, or you can add them as an ornament to a coffee table and even make a chandelier from your broken glasses.   So, go ahead break a few plates and glasses and turn them into beautiful items your home needs.

What about items you can’t see or touch?

There’s another aspect of house-cleaning that involves the removal of things that will make you sick and your home smell something awful.  These items show up not through your window or from old garbage in the bin, but through our behavior and sometimes those we come in contact with.  You will know you have been contaminated because you will be angry all the time, never feel satisfied, need human validation all the time, sometimes your voice will  sound like light funny sarcasm – but it will most assuredly sting the hearer.  You’ll know  your home has been invaded because there will be an unidentifiable odor of stench that bleach, and vinegar won’t be able to clear or mask.  Even bugs yes bugs, may appear out of the blue for no reason.  If you have observed some of the signs and symptoms know this – this dirt stems from sin.  Are you involved with drugs or  over indulgence in alcohol, are involved with someone’s husband or wife, are you engaging in sex with multiple partners, do you spend more time on social media than reading positive messages that are healing to you and your family, maybe you pretend you’re ok as you imitate other happy folk, do you now detest your best friend for no real reason?  Don’t be fooled either thinking attending church once a week will do it or praying when you find yourself backed up against the wall or when things go wrong, this kind of cleaning requires us to really understand that we have  no control – we must surrender all our ugly ways to God, our unforgiveness, our standoff-ness, our unwillingness to let things go, our inability to believe that our carnal way of dealing with a situation is  better than your way, my pastor is the greatest thing since sliced bread, stop believing that since we know everything about the Word we can now fix you.  Are you self-centered and unforgiving, perhaps you forgive and then say to yourself, “…but I won’t forget…”  If so, then there may be a lil’ sin in your life and if you are like me and countless others, you may find that Spring cleaning in this area is not something we can get away with once a year or once a month, but this housecleaning must occur daily.

 

Let the declutter begin.

 

 

 

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Addiction, Faith, Mental Health, Purpose, Reading, Salvation, Social Injustice, Spirituality, The Bus

#MorningMeditationForYourSoul

Losing my sanity

Good morning folks, apparently I got quite a bit side-tracked from my #journeytofreedom and let the cares of this world deter me from my purpose.

I got caught up in Trumpism, the Mueller Investigation, Lies, Russia, Racism, Police Brutality Against Black Folk, Injustices in the Government, Rand, Giuliani, Pirro and yes even #FakeNews.  I was researching other stories that would show every supporter in a negative light (hmmm who was I following for – surely not God]  I got physically tired and overwhelmed with responding verbally to every #Tweet and #FacebookPost…. until I had a [moment of clarity] and realized I was fighting a #battle that was not mine – if I believe in the messages from God in that #Book.

 

I decided to unplug for a day of rest and feed myself with positive and uplifting messages – soon, the clarity returned.  So I’m here to testify that it only takes one day in some situations for God to move and turn-it-around!! I’m determined more than ever to stay on track.

How did you get off track and how did you return to #sanity?

 

Education, Purpose, Spirituality, The Black Woman

That Winch Over There…

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Have you ever been called a “winch” or a “hoe”? I have often heard Black women refer to each other as winches, hoes, and bitches.  The terms sound much like a term of endearment, a term which defines their friendship as very close.  Black women can, have and will refer to their friends as bitches, but that term can become a “fighting” word when used by the “wrong” person, i.e. someone they dislike.  I would think that in the 21st century we would no longer have a need to refer to each other using such derogatory adjectives.
The children in school call each other the same names and does anyone know what a “motherfucker” really is or where the term is derived from?  Well, I looked it up and it’s defined as according to Dictionary.com , “a mean, despicable, or vicious person…” If that be true, then our young men and women are apparently using the term incorrectly.  From what I have heard and seen the term is occasionally used to describe a person that has performed some type of farce or  something negative.  This term is used by both male and females towards each other.   Hmm, I wonder of they knew the definition –  would they use the term so effortlessly?
While looking through the history of North Carolina’s school system I came across a document titled, “The Beginnings of Public Education in North Carolina; A Documentary History, 1790-1840. Volume I:” and I was shocked to read the following excerpt:
“But the present-day idea that it is the duty of the State to provide education for all, regardless of race or financial condition, is nowhere clearly stated in these documents, except in the memorial of the Friends, sent to the legislature of 1834, wherein they protest against certain repressive slavery laws such as prohibiting slaves and free negroes from preaching and making it a crime to teach a slave to read and to write. This memorial boldly declared “it unnecessary to urge the incontrovertible arguments that might be advanced from reason and Religion, to prove that it is the indispensable duty of the Legislature of a Christian people to enact laws and establish regulations for the literary instruction of every class, within its limits; and that such provisions should be consistent with sound policy, tend to strengthen the hands of Government and promote the peace and harmony of the community at large.” This fine educational statement, far in advance of the times, fell on deaf ears. Some of our so-called wisest men of that day continued to talk about “the education of the poor” and to introduce measures for the education of that class and to propose still harsher measures governing slaves. But Jeremiah Hubbard, or whoever wrote this Friends’ memorial, was the wisest educational prophet of the period, in that he saw clearly the necessity of educating all classes of the people and the futility of making laws to repress the natural instinct of all human beings for more knowledge.”
Meanwhile back at the ranch…
Stumbling upon this next piece (See Below) that speaks to the winch which was the catalyst for this story along with a news story that ran a few days ago here in Charlotte, NC.  The local news aired a story about a group of female students who allegedly beat up an Administrator in the school.  The video showed several girls beating on the woman at Harding University High School.  My emotions remained calm – I thought to myself, “If those young ladies only knew the depth of who they were and the value they could leave behind as beautiful black intelligent woman who should want to make a choice to make a difference in their lives and lives of their “increase” not only would they not engage in such behavior, but they would have such a humble sense of pride in their walk, talk, and overall characteristic behavior.
“Will of Alexander Dickson,
(June 19, 1813.)
IN THE NAME OF GOD AMEN, I, Alexander Dickson, of the county of Duplin, being infirm in Body, but of sound and perfect memory, blessed be God, do make and ordain this my last Will and Testament in manner and form following, that is to say,
All landed property to be sold.
IMPRIMIS. My will is, and so I direct, that all my just debts and personal expenses be first paid out of my estate by my Executors hereinafter named. It is my will and desire that all my Lands be sold at Public Auction by my executors, for the highest price that may be got, in the following manner, that is to say, the Manor Plantation containing 300 acres bought of Joseph Dickson, deceased, The 213 acres adjoining the same bought of Austin Beasley, and 4 1-2 acres adjoining that, where the dead tree is, bought of Thomas McGee and 86 acres between his own and Joseph Brays lines, bought of said Bray, containing in the whole 716 1-4 acres, which said parcels of land, as above described, is to be sold all in one lott. Also 150 acres on the West side of Maxwell Swamp on the head of Jimmie’s Branch bought of Abner Huggins, that to be sold in one lott. Also 50 acres on the South side of the head of . . . . . . . . Branch, bought of Robert Dickson, deceased. Also 50 acres adjoining the same, at the East end and joining John McGowan’s line, Patented by myself, the two above mentioned pieces to be sold in one lott. Also 300 acres, or thereabouts, below the cross roads and on both sides of the main road, adjoining and between Gabriel H. James, Robert Dickson and John Hunter’s lines to be sold in one lott, Patented by myself.
Bequest to John Dickson.
Item–I leave and bequeath to my nephew John Dickson (son of my Brother Robert Dickson, of Cumberland County, Blockers Ferry) my young Negro Winch named Amy and her increase to him and his heirs forever.”
Lastly, those of us who know that we know that we know, must present ourselves holy and acceptable in all that we do and with all that we come in contact with.  Sure we may make mistakes and find ourselves overwhelmed with emotion when tragedy strikes, but we must continue to press towards the mark of the high calling.  We all have a calling that one way or another we must engage in. We must present ourselves as a mother and father to our children, as wives and husbands to our spouses,  as teacher and educator to our students, as guardian to the unattended, and as visionaries to the lost.
We must set the standard in all that we do to foster the “inside emotional” growth of our young adults.   It would behoove us to no longer answer to names which are not imprinted on our birth certificates…
MsConcerned
Purpose, Spirituality

Gifts and Character

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An unknown author of the Book of Isiah said “When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.”

Well personally the enemy came like a flood and is trying to wash away my provisions. When I rose this morning, I had a talk with the Lord, even though He had already told me of things to come, (being human) I asked again instead of just giving thanks; ok you might say it was a lack of faith to ask again for help instead of giving thanks – I get that. Anywho I received an invite to watch Kenny Matthews this morning on Periscope. I usually don’t watch all invites but this morning while I was reading Psalms I decided to check it out.

His message was your gift will get you that which is for you; your character will help you maintain it. God is so amazing even if and when our faith falters – He has so much grace and mercy to dish out to all those that don’t deserve it, He saw need to sprinkle a little more on my path this morning.

Thank you Lord and Kenny Matthews for being a vessel this morning.

Purpose, Spirituality

Finding Your Purpose

Purpose Defined Over the years, I’ve always thought to myself, “why am I here?”. It wasn’t to be a life time soldier in the US Marine Corp, three years was forced sufficient (Mommy said I had to come home and not re-enlist – had to listen to mommy since I had no identity). I thought I would close mortgages for Merrill Lynch, three years was sufficient (considering they relocated to Florida). I suppose I was in that dark hallway searching for a light – you see I lost my identity as a student, and as a soldier.  After losing my job as a loan closer for Merrill Lynch I moved further away from the light.  During the years I worked for Merrill Lynch I was so full of pride and ego that I actually thought when asked by others, where was I employed, I thought bright blinking lights were shining behind my head – “She’s a Loan Closer at Merrill Lynch – Yes She’s Some BigWig”.  I continued to fall into a black hole, I had no guidance, I didn’t know that as  I traveled the Bus of Life that I was never alone, but it sure felt like it.   Every stop along the way I would find a job and claim that as my identity; the position I had defined who I was.  I never looked for a job at a place where I could “belong” or that had a vision that I cared about.  I looked for a job that would give me definition by the corporation’s name brand (if you will).  When we come across a word we are not familiar with we go to the dictionary, I was unfamiliar with Wendy and never had the gumption to find a “living dictionary” to help me connect the dots of my scattered outline of myself.

Then “he” comes along, looking rather handsome and I fall in love.  He proposes, we get married and finally, Wendy is defined.  The marriage has now taken away all the guilt of having a child out of wedlock, it has validated that of all the men I was involved with I could become someone’s wife.  I could now have a “home”, a father for my child, my mother will now love me and my father will not see me as his little lost girl.  Thirteen years later when the marriage fell apart, my “identity” fell apart too, and I literally lost my mind.

It has taken a few years to recover from that pain.   Still searching, I asked questions to my friends, family members, and professors, how do I find my purpose, what is my purpose.  Clergy folk suggested I pray and ask God what my gift is… gift I’m looking for something a little more than a gift.  After achieving 2 Masters degrees I thought this is it, I’m going to New York and get myself a $200K a year job and raise my head higher than my neck and then I will have arrived!  Well the story didn’t quite go like that. I went to New York at only $75K and had to leave because I felt the house of cards falling down at home in Connecticut (that was the beginning of the divorce drama).  I thought about self-employment, I am the owner of a newly formed consulting company which is still taking shape, in other words, no income!

… One day many years ago I had a conversation with my dad, he said to me, “Wendy when you get up in the morning and have to think twice about going to work, it’s time to go.”  Several jobs later I was still searching for that job that I did not have to think twice about or that filled my egotistical needs.  At the end of my rope, years had gone by women are CEOs, COOs, VP, etc., etc., I’m still an African American Woman with no purpose, no identity.  In 1998 a woman told me I needed to write a book about my life.  I thought ok, I started the book, and subsequently I have been given the same message “you should write a book” a hundred times. I was on a phone interview and the employer said to me, “I want to read your book when you finish writing it”, I was floored surely our conversation included nothing about me emotionally only my work ethics and what I thought I could do for the company.  Each time I start to write on the book, my life has a sense of purpose (I can still revert to I need to have substantial income), when I’m centered and writing, I feel a sense of calmness and peace within; this overrides the necessity of feeding my ego.  Of course, being human I tend to deviate from writing (my primary purpose) and think perhaps I need to verbalize my book – there’s something to be said about obedience…

Have I found my purpose, absolutely!  Years ago I started working as a Substitute Teacher in my home state.  I told my network of friends what I was about to embark on and their eyebrows raised and they informed me the school, I was going to work in was one of the worst schools in town.  The next morning, I rise and go to work, the first hour, I hear every profane word known to man.  I was called several names, none of which I will write here, I had doors slammed in my face, I saw fighting, gambling, sexual perversion – you name it and I had 6 hours to go.   I was in, hook-line-and sinker, I LOVED it.  I reached down inside and pulled my painful experiences up and out and began to talk to the children, I didn’t scream or shout.  I made them look me in the eye when they talked to me, I gave them the freedom to ask real life questions and I gave myself some freedom to share some personal information about my Bus Ride through this thing called life.  When I met them where they were, they slammed the door open to the possibility that I could be trusted, I would listen and I could hear them.  I don’t make 100K or 75K doing this, but I have the most awesome stories to share when I get home.  I don’t mind getting up in the morning and I never question is this right for me.  Lastly, if I were independently wealthy I would volunteer – that is my definition of Purpose, what do you love doing and would do it for free?

My Purpose is to help guide one through the hallway…

 

MsConcerned

 

 

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