Moth at my Feet

I was blessed to be raised by a mom who was the perfect example of charity (love and giving). She wasted no time in being there for others during their time of grief. She has always been a counselor  to those who were emotionally broken. She knew just when to give tough love and hugs and kisses. Our home was a home to many. She and my dad were not only faithful to our church but they were dedicated to helping the community as well. Their only motive….was to please God. My goal was to be like them when I grew up.

Their passion overflowed onto their children. As a Child→ Teen→ Young Adult→ Wife→ Mom→ Woman of God→ and Business Woman, I worked hard to manifest my inherited call. When my husband answered God’s call to start GO Ministries, my excitement grew. Not only where we going to be a help within the four walls of the church but now God was using us in the same manner as Jesus (who ministered through parables) to reach the world.

I admit, it took me a minute to fully get on board with starting GO Ministries. But once I allowed my ears to become keen to God’s voice; my reservations ceased.

Still, I wasn’t prepared for the skeptics. I wasn’t prepared for the people who would question our motives. I wasn’t prepared for the doors that would close in our faces because people were afraid that we were trying to sneak and open a church. I definitely wasn't prepared for the people who claimed they were supporting us when they were actually hoping for our failure.

I knew my husband had a call on his life but I began to question my own call. I was overwhelmed by the challenges we were facing. My naivety fooled me into believing that since God called us our only fight would be against the enemy and people of the world. Insecurity began to set in. Then….my sister passed away. It seemed like God forgot about us.

I continued to work in ministry but I felt like I was in a constant fog. I couldn’t think straight through the grief and weariness. I tried to avoid my own pain by helping others through their own…..AND IT HELPED!!! Once we started the job training program, I could see where God was using my pain to help others through their own. I’ve counseled young women who were victims of incest, rape, domestic violence and neglect. My passion for helping the hurt grew. The need was great and before we knew it, a waiting list for services began to form. Funding to support our program was needed and consistently denied. We were told that while our intentions were admirable, helping “those people” (meaning to the low income single moms) would be a waste of time. We were trying to help the “hungry” but were denied help from the “fed” while they ate their steak dinners. It was totally frustrating!

My husband and I took a vacation to celebrate our 16^th wedding anniversary. We wanted to spend some time away, enjoy each other and clear our minds. Savannah was absolutely beautiful and just what we needed. It’s amazing how God can minister through relaxation. We came back refreshed and with a new plan of action in place. But God didn’t stop there. Some of our decisions are bittersweet and God knew that so he sent confirmation in the most beautiful way. Just as my husband and I were leaving one afternoon, a moth flew and landed two steps from my foot. Wings together, it was shaped like shield with a perfect shaped cross on its back. I heard the voice of God say “I’m with you every step of the way.”

We will be making three announcements in a series of three blogs. So stay tuned and be on the lookout for the subject heading (ANNOUNCEMENT)

Get Excited!!! We are!!!

Soul Man...Umph Really

I don't have to watch TV Land's newest sitcom, "Soul Man" to know that I already hate it. Starring Cedric the Entertainer and Neicy Nash, this new show depicts the life of a newly "called" pastor and his hesitant wife. The previews alone have already established that this show will give the audience a false representation of what being a Pastor and Pastor's Wife is all about.

I have to give to Hollywood. They are doing a great job at trying to demoralize Christianity and God’s standard. I have to admit. I too have been guilty of being entertained by some of the movies and shows that all along was hurting the church tremendously. We complain about homosexuality but we laugh at the movies where men wear dress in drag. We complain about the lack of abstinence but the show about four promiscuous old ladies living in one house still tickle us well after the show has ended. We complain about the language of today's youth but with all of the "cussin" preachers you see on TV; how could you blame them?

Cedric the Entertainer and Neicy Nash are two talented actors but here is where I draw the line. The Pastor Wives I grew up with and served under didn't have bodacious bust lines. They loved their members tremendously. They held hands during times of mourning. Helped to welcome new babies. Spoke words of wisdom and mentored women and young girls in the community. They loved their husbands and raised obedient children. The Pastors I grew up with and served under where mighty men of valor. They kept their homes in order. They taught God's word and lived by it. They were faithful, honest and treated everyone fairly.

Simply put, as a body of Christ; let's remember to remain watchful about what we allow to pass through our TV screens. It's time to take a stand. Yes, laughter is wonderful and healthy; but only in good clean fun.

I've included a youtube video that will help start your day off with some hilarity. I don't know if Gary Owens is a Christian but this act is clean and funny. I pray it helps to give your workweek a great start.

Have A Blessed Day!!!

HABD

BMackWrites

©2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WC8Kwkxk-BI

CPL Steve Sutton and the Beauty of American Love

Today I saw something that will warm my heart forever. As you may know, Lance Corporal Steve Sutton of Leesburg, Georgia was killed in combat in Afghanistan 12 days ago. Today residents of both Lee and Dougherty County lined Slappey Blvd to show their respects to the family. The line of supporters stretched for miles. Many people held American flags while others stood in somber silence. Today, I saw the unity in what most people call two racially divided towns. Today, I saw strangers show love and respect to the family of a fallen soldier. Today, I saw people obey God's word when he commanded us to comfort them that mourn. Today, I didn't see black or white; Instead I saw red, white and blue. It was absolutely beautiful!!! I was able to take two pictures of supporters before the family car arrived. However, I couldn't bring myself to record the motorcade. I simply wanted to honor the moment. Today it wasn't about sensationalism, fame or stardom. Today it was about honor, respect and displaying the Beauty of American Love. I am no stranger to loss. My little sister passed away last year. I (like I'm sure most of you) understand the deep ache that will forever burn in the Sutton family's heart. It is my prayer that the love shown today will help comfort the Sutton family. I've never met CPL Steve Sutton or his family but their name is one that I will always remember not only because he died serving our country but also because through his death, he was able to bring two divided towns together. In a time when it seems that most people have lost touch with the true meaning of family, unity and Christian comfort, it is a blessing to see that there are still some who hold true to these values and the Beauty of American Love.

Many Prayers to the Sutton Family

Profane Poetry

Last week I was invited to poetry night at a local high school by a teen in the community. As a poet, I am always intrigued when I am introduced to someone with the same passion for writing, especially the youth. We arrived early and waited in the hallway until the program began. I fought agitation while we waited because I couldn't help but notice the lack of integrity the school took in cleanliness and visual appeal. Posters hung partially ripped from the wall, the vending machines looked as if they hadn't been clean in months and dust laid so thick along the baseboards it looked like carpet. I asked my husband "How are the students supposed to be motivated to reach for successful living in an environment that says "I don't care."

Shortly after, the program began.

There were 10 poets on the program. The writing teacher introduced each poet and gave a synopsis of each piece they were to recite. My heart sank during the entire program because nearly every poetic topic was about sex, death, embracing the dark side, lesbianism, hate, unanswered prayers and hopelessness. One poet wrote about taking her seat in hell and her 666 way of making money. Another young man used the phrase "open your legs to me" as symbolic means of gaining trust. Another student wrote about expecting to receive love from her parents only after hell freezes over. The use of profanity was upsetting and the sexual references were mind blowing. But nothing disgusted me more than hearing the teacher give the students accolades for their work. He even said that he was proud of some of the students for embracing the mythical and dark side. The principal and school staff applauded the student's work. I'm baffled because these are some of the same school personnel who meet about the high teen pregnancy rate, behavioral problems and education issues our community battles. I can't believe they can't tell that they are actually enabling the problems.

I wanted so badly to jump up and scream, "STOP! STOP! What is wrong with you people? Can't you see that these children are crying out and asking for help? This isn't art! It's pain!!"

I was appalled, angry, concerned and disgusted all at the same time. I began to pray in the spirit and I rebuked every demonic force trying to destroy these children. I was proud of the young person who invited me because his poem was the only one that spoke of hope and trust in God.

You see, I started writing when I was nine years old. My mom encouraged me to always speak life when I wrote. She told me that it was okay to write about my pain but to always include a victorious ending because as children of God we always win. Opening the community center has made me more aware of how things have become progressively worst over the past thirty years.

I've had to ask myself, "Where have we as the church been?"

Children of God, we've got to do better. The fact is people in need won't always come to us. We've got to go out and get them. Satan is holding our community hostage. We must be relentless in our efforts to regain our families. We've let our guard down and in some ways compromised the integrity of God's word. We've stopped evangelism, ended testimony service, quit preaching hell, fire and brimstone sermons. Yes! Prayer is always good but faith without works is dead. Time to get back to some

sho-nuff work We've gotta do better.No negotiations...let's go get them back!!!

A Good Fight

Any one who truly knows me understands that I am always game for a good fight…..That’s if the issue is worth fighting for. But sometimes I get tired of fighting. Sometimes I wish that at the snap of a finger, issues are resolved and needs are fulfilled. Some of you reading this blog right now are tired. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed this morning. You didn’t feel like going into work. You didn’t feel like cleaning, preparing lunches or getting the kids ready for school. Some of you parents are already dreading the chores that lie in wait after work…..

 I feel you…

This morning I don’t feel like adding to my 60 plus hour workweek as a volunteer Executive Director at a community center operating on a shoe string budget. I don’t feel like going to another meeting only to spend the majority of it trying to reassure others that we are here to help and not compete. I don’t feel like thinking. I thought feel like motivating. Today, I miss my sister. Today, I want to put on her sweater, remember her smell and cry for her. Today, I want to be bored with laziness. But just like most of you who understands the importance of your child getting to school time with a healthy lunch. Or like those you who understand that if you don’t work, you don’t eat…I understand that my call is bigger than my flesh.

This I wanted to encourage those of you who are tired to flip the script and work through tired. Operate in TIRED.

Try to Inspire and Rejoice while Educating and please remain Determined!

Father God in the name of Jesus, we thank you for life, health and strength. Father, I ask that you keep your loving arms of protection around us as we go to and fro. I pray productivity and profound favor upon every person who’s reading this email. I pray energy, determination and joy upon weary souls. I thank you in advance for turning this sluggish morning into an awesome day. I pray your light shines on everyone we encounter and that they see you in us. Father, we thank you. We give you all the glory, honor and praise…Amen.

 

Zachery Tims

I'll admit. I don't watch many televangelists. It seems for most of them, ministry has become more about fame than FAITH. Let's watch....One TV Pastor says he doesn't preach about hell because it's too controversial~SWITCH THE CHANNEL~ another says everyone is going to heaven~ SWITCH THE CHANNEL~ One TV show says tells competing gospel artists "You sound good but you just don't have the look “~SWITCH THE CHANNEL~And another TV Pastor has starting producing "christian" movies that include profanity and drinking with an all-star cast of unsaved, unmarried actors who are allowed to kiss and fondle each other....~SWITCH THE CHANNEL.

Call me religious or holier than thou all you want but I can back my convictions up with scripture.

I didn't follow Pastor Zachery Tims much. As a matter of fact, I didn't know about his divorce until I heard about his passing. From what I heard, at one point, he had a thriving ministry. There is speculation about his death and for the sake of his soul, his family and his church; I pray that they are not true. However, there was a comment made by one of his followers that disturbed me. The person said during an interview that even if the autopsy results came back with positive results for drugs, they felt like the good he did in life outweighed the bad. That's true to some extent. It's always better to focus on the good in life but when it comes to a person's soul...good doesn't get you into heaven. Side Note: I don't have a heaven or a hell to put this man in. My prayer is that he made it in. I definitely would not disrespect his memory or his family. I just lost a sister and I know how I would feel if someone spoke negatively about her. However, this person's comment is a mindset that Christians cannot adopt.

We never know when God will grace the skies. As Christians, it is vital that we live every second as if it is our last. One thousand years of doing "good" cannot justify one second in sin. My Pastor developed an acronym for sin. He calls it Self Inflicted Nonsense. I don't live a life of sin but on the other hand, I'm far from perfect. It's frightens me to know that I can live a life sold out for Christ and the moment, I decide live or act in the flesh, God can come and my soul will be lost. That's why I have diagnosed myself with R.O.C.D....Repentance Obsessive Compulsive Dedication. I continuously pray, repent and ask God to give me wisdom.

The Bible says in Proverbs 10:12, love covers a multitude of sin. Some people misinterpret this scripture. This doesn't mean that we are to hide a person's actions while they are in sin but we are to help them to heal and become delivered from sin. I respect leaders in their positions and I know that everything should be done in decency and in order. However, no matter the title, if a person is found to be living in contrast of God's word, we as Christians...their brothers and sisters in Christ...are obligated to pray to God for guidance and then address the issue according to his command. It is not about exposing but expelling that sinful nature. Our love for God and each other should prompt us to do whatever it takes to keep that soul from eternal damnation. I feel sorry for anyone who know about a person's struggles and problems but do nothing to help them overcome it. The last thing I want is the blood of a lost soul on my hands.

No one should judge Pastor Tims fate. Only God knows. Right now he has children, family and a church that is hurting not only because of their loss but because they don't know what happened. I know how that feels..to lose someone suddenly and not have a clue as to what happened. The autopsy says my sister died of "undetermined natural causes". The unknown is a horrible feeling and it only lengthens the grieving process. Whatever the outcome, pray that God will intervene, strengthen and make whatever might have been wrong....right.

Frozen Smiles

Anger resteth in the bosom of fools (Eccl. 7:9)…WOW.

For the wrath of a man worketh not the righteousness of God….Left Right…Uppercut to the jaw…James 1:20.

Please excuse me while I preach to myself. The word of God is truly sharper than any two-edged sword and right now its cutting me left and right. You see a few months ago, my family was made aware of some news that revealed an ultimate betrayal. The kind of “If I weren’t saved, I would be “catching a case” news.

So for the past few weeks, I found myself once again on an emotional roller coaster. Struggling to love and not hate. I’ve never had to battle feelings of hate before. No seriously…I’d be lying if I said that my mind hasn’t been to some really dark places. Shocked???? Are you asking “How can this so-called woman of God be feeling this way?” I know right….but I feel safe in writing that even if you don’t want to admit it, some of you have battled these emotions before. I’ll be honest. I wish I could write about it. I wish I could expose this to whole world but my purpose would only to be to hurt those who have hurt me and my family. So I won’t. Besides, God won’t let me. Instead, I am using this test as a testimony because in spite of the hurt that I feel….I choose to love.

I can now see how a person could go postal if they don’t have God by their side. Your emotions can fuel some of the worst decisions if not guided by God. You’ve heard the term, crime of passion and I’m not focusing on murder (I’m not morbid). Truth is…Hurt people hurt people. Bottom line. There is always a reason for every action. The trick is finding out what that reason is. Sometimes it goes all the way back to a person’s childhood. And that’s what I am trying to do. I’m trying not to look at the person(s) but the spirit behind it. But it’s so hard when it seems like they know they are hurting you and they could care less.

I had someone to tell me the other day that I seemed to have it all together. To which I responded, “It ain’t nobody but God that’s holding me together.” There are so many people walking around with frozen smiles and hidden hurts. They are on the brink of the ultimate breakdown. I’ve always been able to discern another person’s pain but now my God-given senses are more keener because I sit in a new seat. In the past twelve months, my family has lost 11 loved ones. Triple that if you count the relationships that have been severed. I’ve really had to bury myself in God’s word and doing kingdom work to keep my sanity. God has helped my family and friends to be a strong fence around each other. When one of us got loose and weak, he sent the master carpenter to come and mend our weak places and help us to stand.

I encourage you all not to be shallow Christians. Take the time and pay attention to those around you. Ask God to show you the difference between the frozen smiles and the sincere ones. Every time I hear about killing sprees and senseless acts of violence, I wonder about the person who committed them. I wonder about the children of God who had access to them. I wonder if they took the time to recognize their frozen smiles. Look past the man and focus on their  pain. It will soften your heart. That’s my challenge and I aim to accomplish it.

Please click here to view the HELP ME video below featuring Victory Tabernacle’s FOCUS Youth Group. I think it ties into what I am trying to say. ©2011

From My Heart to Yours

13 Great Uses for Salt!!

According to the Salt Institute, salt has far more use than seasoning your food or causing hypertension. Try 14,000 additional uses!!!! In mean time, listed below are 13 ways you can use salt around your home.

1. Deter ants: Sprinkle salt in doorways, on windowsills and anywhere else ants use to sneak into your house. It's a sure way to keep them out!

2. Kill grass and weeds growing in cracks in your driveway: Tired of weeding your driveway? Sprinkle salt on the grass and pour very hot water over it. Not only is this a highly effective way to kill unwanted plants, it’s also eco-friendly and cheap.

3. Say goodbye to fleas: If your dogs have fleas, simply wash their doghouse and blankets in salt water. If you’re worried your dogs may have brought fleas into your house, simply sprinkle your carpets lightly with salt and then brush it in. Leave it for 12 hours and vacuum thoroughly.

4. Pick up a dropped egg: If you drop an egg on the kitchen floor, sprinkle salt on the mess and leave it there for 20 minutes. You'll be able to wipe it right up.

5. Clean up oven spills – quick and easy: If a pie or casserole bubbles over in the oven, pour a handful of salt on top of the spill. It won’t smoke, smell and, most importantly, will bake into a crust that makes the mess easier to clean once it’s cooled.

6. Clean the brown spots off your iron: Simply sprinkle salt on a sheet of waxed paper, slide the iron across it and rub lightly with silver polish. Your iron will look like brand-new in no time.

7. Remove stains from your coffee pot: Fill it with 1/4 cup of table salt and a dozen ice cubes. Swish the mixture around, let it sit for half an hour, fill it with cold water and rinse. Your coffee pot will look brand new.

8. Keep your windshield frost-free: Dip a sponge into salt water and rub it on windows, and they won't frost up even when the mercury drops below zero.

9. Shell nuts more easily: Soak pecans and walnuts in salt water for a few hours before shelling them. Doing so will make it easier to remove the meat.
10. Drip-proof candles: If you soak new candles in a strong salt solution for a few hours, then dry them well, they won’t drip when you burn them.

11. Tame a wild braai: Toss a bit of salt on the flames caused by fat dripping from the grill. It’ll reduce the       flames and calm the smoke without cooling the coals (like water does).

12. Soothe a bee sting: Wet the sting right away, then cover it with salt.

13. Stop a grease fire: Pouring salt on top of the fire will smother it.

Go Figure!!!

 

My Glimpse of Heaven

Each morning I awaken to the harsh reality that my sister is gone from this earth. Throughout the day I struggle to remain focused on my tasks at hand. As a family, we have never experienced loss to this magnitude and we are still learning how to properly grieve. For me there are times when even my good days are my bad. On a good day, when I am in the zone, whether it's working on GO Ministries, writing or cleaning that momentarily, I forget she's gone and by instinct I pick up the phone to call her. Its three months later and  I still pray to be delivered from that habit. I have not lost my faith or trust in God. I know that he sees what I don't see. I thank God for his compassion and grace. A few weeks ago, God blessed me with a gift that will stay with me forever.

I was taking an afternoon nap when God blessed through dream. This dream was pure tunnel vision. I couldn't see to the left or to the right, just straight ahead. At the end of the tunnel was the top of two waterfalls. They were so close they were touching. The water was crystal clear with hints of electric blue. The blue color was one like I've never seen before. The water glowed and illuminated the crystal blue colors. I heard Toshia singing. I didn't see her but I heard her voice. I can't even tell you what she was singing but it was angelic. Then I saw a clear hand extend into the water. (It had no flesh. It was clear like glass) The fingers played in the water as Toshia sang. I knew it was her hand. Then the tunnel vision closed and I woke up

I tried to go back to sleep so that I could reenter dream again. I wanted to return to that place of tranquility and indescribable peace. Mere words can't truly describe what I saw. All I know is, I wanted to see more. I didn't want to leave.

I believe God gave me a glimpse of what Tot is experiencing right now and I thank him for that. One would think that vision alone would dry all my tears. And it did to some extent. As children of God, we rejoice whenever one of us makes into heaven but as humans we hurt over the temporary loss. As a big sister, I mourn but as a child of God, I rejoice. Heaven is so very real and I will work with all my might to get there some day and I plan to take as many people possible with me. Let's not forget our real purpose in life. It's not to reach our three score and ten. It's not to obtain carnal gain. It's to walk and live in Christ and spread his good news to those who are lost. In a world that's quickly losing focus, I encouraging you to walk in God's tunnel vision.

From My Heart to Yours

BMackWrites~

Illuminati Ignorance - Sheer Bliss

Illuminati Ignorance.....
This morning I made the decision to break ties with an associate who has become consumed in the World of Illuminati. The person is fullly aware of God's Word versus the Illuminati agenda but chose to join forces to what they percieve to be the winning team.

Through EX Ministries, founded by G. Craig Lewis, I have learned quite a bit about the Illuminati agenda. G. Graig Lewis teaches us how the leaders of this satanic organization are depending solely on the ignorance of society to promote their hidden motivesThe first tactic used by this group is to put on the appearance of good. They use the media, charity, education and even churches to flatter the population. I recently read an article defining the meaning of Global Chess, a game played to manifest the Illuminati agenda. This article provides a detailed account of the game, its purposes and how it's played by people everywhere in sheer ignorance.Click here to read article.

Our children entertain this demonic spirit on a daily basis. The illuminati works through music, fashion, hairstyles, movies, sitcoms, piercing, tatoos and hand signs. What our children percieve to be cool is actually satan's deception. I've never understood why parents would allow their children to listen to and/or partake in anything of this world that is in direct contradiction of God's word. These same parents deem the rest of us to be overprotective, paranoid and religious nuts.

We have adopted the world's saying "We need less religion." Let's define the word. According to Merriam Webster, religion is (1) : the service and worship of God or the supernatural (2) : commitment or devotion to religious faith or observance.

Why would we need less of something that is clearly defined as being our belief in God? What we need less of is the traditions of men that inhibit the growth of God's kingdom. We hear a saying and repeat it without investigating the orginal source. Ignorance is Bliss...

According to the Illuminati Chessboard game, the game creators include Presidents, Religious Leaders, Churches, Philanthropist, Businesses, Mass Media and so on.This version of the AntiChrist's game has been in effect for over 1000 years. I also found another article that details the agenda from an Ex Illuminist. Click Here to Read. The information is innumerable and a blessed eye opener for Christians everywhere.

I encourage you to do the research, study your word, pay more attention to the ways of the world. Don't become consumed with it's deadly entices. Everything that looks good ain't good.

If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, ask yourself "Is it Halloween?"

From My Heart to Yours

BMackWrites

My Sister's Passing

I proclaimed this year to be my family's season of elevation. I was so looking forward to becoming a witness to the many blessings that God would place upon us. My world completely crumbled after my baby sis, Latoshia, passed away. I literally thought that I would die from the shock and the pain. We had just spoken the night before. We had the best conversation, laughing and giggling about anything, everything...nothing.

It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that it will probably be some time before we see her again. I don't know how to move on without her. My siblings are my best friends. Like I said at the funeral, we are all twins, just born in different years. I am thankful to God for his grace, comfort, strength and wisdom. Without him I know that I wouldn't be able function. I am numb at times and at others, I am overwhelmed with emotion. One moment, I am joyous about Latoshia's transition into heaven's glory but then I am heartbroken when I look at her husband and their children. I am still trying to find my balance.....

As a family, we are beginning to see why God chose to take her away silently. Latoshia was fully aware of God's plan. Over the past year, she planted messages here and there for us to find. We understand that her young age was a critical part of God's plan. Her transition has opened the hearts and minds of so many people. Nearly 1000 people attended her wake and funeral. Two hundred and sixteen people turned their life to Christ. This was confirmation that Latoshia's passing was not in vain. Pastor Hart Ramsey taught perhaps one of the best eulogies, I've ever heard. For many years, I've heard pastors tell the family that you shouldn't cry when a child of God passes away. Pastor Ramsey explained that grieving is a natural human response that happens anytime we lose a loved one. He went on to say that a person should grieve based on how they believe. As Christians, there is a grieving process, but the pain is relieved by the knowledge that our loved one is in the arms of God. We will see them again.

I see death differently now. I don't refer to Tot as being dead. As a Christian, she transitioned. She forever lives but not in a place where we can reach her now. I'm at peace with that. She completed her assignment early. She didn't allow stumbling blocks to deter her from her God-given mission. I know that I'm her big sister but I really want to be like her when I grow up. Her crossing over only makes heaven that much sweeter.

I am so thankful to have a relationship with my siblings that is strong, pure and full of love. Tot and I talked all the time. If someone gave her a hard time, we knew about it. She loved hard and she was very forgiving. At the funeral, I watched some of the people who hurt her, cry in guilt and despair. My heart went out to them because that's a heavy burden to bear. I encourage you....Don't take your family, friends, church members or coworkers for granted. You never know that will happen next.

I was a little disturbed at the increased number of Facebook friend requests I received, especially from those who's never given me the time of day. I had to decline a lot of requests. This email will probably be one of the highest opened from our mailing list. It's strange but some people have a fascination with knowing about another person's pain. I can't understand that. If you are guilty of that (as I have been in the past), I encourage you to change that mindset.

Yes, I proclaimed this year to be my family's year of elevation and God started with Latoshia. She received the highest honor of all. Her passing was not a tragedy, loss or misfortune. It was the stepping ground to my family going to next level in Christ, Life and what's right in God's Sight. My sister "Rests In Peace" but we as a family, "Rejoice In Praise".

Many Thanks for Your Prayers, Words and Acts of Kindess...

Lips, Eyes & Michael Jackson

The older I get, the more I understand the life lessons my parents taught me when I was younger. At the time, these lessons didn’t seem important, but now they are my biggest influences. My mom taught me to always speak and be courteous to others while my dad taught me to be a continuous “watcher of man”. His lesson was “The boldest backstabber will seemingly hug and kiss you when they are actually marking your back for a bulls eye.” He also said “The eyes will tell what the lips won’t say.” My mom reinforced his lesson while reminding me to always spread God’s love even if it’s through a kind hello and sincere smile. She believed that sometimes a kind word from a stranger would be just what a person needed to make it throughout the day. She believed it would restore hope.


I have implemented these lessons in every aspect of my life and now they are life lessons for my own children. I’ve had to use wisdom over the years. There would be times when God wouldn't allow me to speak. There would times would a person’s refusal to make eye contact didn’t mean betrayal but instead said “I’m hurting and I don’t want you to see”. God has shown me the difference between the two.

Last week a friend of mine said to me  “Goll-ee Bridgett, you pay attention to everything.” She’s right but I can’t help it. I Peter 4:7, tells us to “watch unto prayer”. I study my word, life, things and people on the daily basis. I’m not one to believe something just because you said it (especially if you can’t back it up with scripture).

When Michael Jackson died I faced a lot of scrutiny after I commented on Facebook, that we shouldn’t get caught up in idolizing his work more than mourning his soul. Did he make it into heaven? I have no idea but based on the lifestyle he choose and the kingdom he promoted through his music, I can’t say that he was a delivered child of God. Yet and still, Heaven or Hell…I dunno. Now, don’t get me wrong. It hurt me to hear that he passed away, not because of his music but because of him as a person. True, he was talented. Growing up we weren’t allowed to listen to secular music but even I knew whenever an MJ song played. His music was intoxicating. His moves were mind blowing. But still, he chose not to use his God given talent to promote the kingdom. A lot of people made the comment that I shouldn’t judge (which I didn’t). I studied the life of Michael Jackson behind the music and he was truly a tortured soul. In spite of his fame and fortune, he battled a troubled childhood, low self-esteem, allegations, isolation, trust issues, insomnia and so on. My heart went out to him.

So many people (Christians too) knighted him as the King of Pop, when it would have been more important if he were a child of the KING. They called him as IDOL when they should have veered him as an INDIVIDUAL who was screaming for help. For those of you who are ready to send me an email defending your iconic views about Michael, first ask yourself, “If I had ONE chance to speak with Michael before he died, would I have talked to him about salvation or his fame and music?” I dare you to truthfully answer yourself.

I believe God has taught me to watch people because he wants me to see past the exterior. I admit. I have not mastered this gift and sometimes I wonder if I want to. I’ve already seen things that trouble me but on the other hand, God has revealed to me things that have literally saved the life of others.

I don’t know how many Christians Michael encountered in his life but I’m sure he did meet at least one person who was willing to see past the fame and into his soul. The bible reassures us that a person won’t leave this earth until he/she has heared the true gospel. It says so in Matt 24:14.

Sometime we get so caught up in a person’s fame and/or flaws that we become blind to their heart. Admittedly, I struggle with becoming frustrated with people and wanting to walk away. Sometimes I wish it were easy to give up. But as a child of God, I have no choice but to see them through his eyes. Matt 18:22 constantly rings in my ears, “seventy times seven, seventy times seven.” So I repent and I continue. If I said it once, I’ve said it a million times and I’ll say it again.

Don’t get so caught up in the hype that you fail to see the life

behind the man. Are they living right?

Are they an example of Jesus Christ? The one who gave up his own life.

What’s their mission? What’s their plight?

Are they on the road to hell or heaven’s flight?

Listen to the lips. Watch the eyes

Are they full of the gospel or hell bound lies?

If you could make a difference. What would you do?

Would you teach the gospel? Would you tell them the truth?

Or would you give them a paper for them to sign while saying “You sure are an idol of mine.”

Do you care enough to give them a hug while encouraging them to embrace God’s love?

Are you strong enough to in God remain firm?

Can you be the teacher and help them learn?

About heaven and hell? Right and Wrong?

When it comes to God, can you be strong?

To die in Christ is to live in gain.

Can you tell them the truth despite their fame?

When it comes to gospel, stand and be wise

Go for the heart but start with the lips and the eyes.

Damage Control

Damage Control

My heart doesn’t grieve for the body of Christ when we are accused
Because God’s word tells us that we will be persecuted and in many ways abused.
The battle is not ours. It belongs to the Father.
So when it comes to damage control. There’s no need. Don’t bother.
Just stand firm in faith. Kneel down in prayer.
Give it God and let him repair
Our current circumstance, whether it be true or false
Pray that he covers our people and that we suffer no lost
From God’s flock of sheep, let none go astray
Seek him for guidance. Let him pave the way.
Our relationship with Christ should not be based on another
Not our pastors, nor deacons, nor fathers, nor mothers
My heart grieves for those who in despair chose to walk away
Because their relationship with Christ was based what another man had to say.
What was wronged, God will make right
As long as we stay true and pleasing in his eyesight
Through his crucifixion, Jesus didn’t say one word
Yet and still the voice of God his followers heard
God shook the earth and gave the people an awakening experience
Which provided a path for our deliverance
Damage Control. No Need. No Bother.
Open your ears to God. Keep your eyes on the Father.

BMackWrites

Clyde

Last week my kids and I were out and about running errands. While at the traffic light, my ten year old daughter said out of the blue "Mommy, we've got to pray for that man." I asked, "What man?" She said "That man." And she pointed to a homeless gentleman sitting on the curb holding a sign that said. “Homeless. Please Help. God Bless.” I didn't have any groceries in the car and because I never give money for fear of supporting a habit, I told my daughter that we would just have to pray for him. The light seemed to stay on red forever. I kept hearing a voice say, drive over to him. After the third time, I relented and said "Okay Lord" The light turned red and I drove into the restaurant parking lot behind him.

I didn't know what I was going to say as I walked up to him. When I got closer, I noticed that he was an older gentleman. He looked more dehydrated from life than the heat. He looked up at me and then looked down almost as if I wasn't there. That’s when I offered to buy him a meal if he would follow me in the restaurant. He said, "Mam that would be a waste. I haven't eaten a real meal in so long. My stomach can't handle food." I suggested that he eat soup or fruit from the bar. Once again, he said "Mam, don't waste your money on me." I told him it wouldn't be a waste. Finally, he agreed and followed me into the restaurant. I noticed that he was carrying military bags....that hurt me.

As we walked through the door, I immediately saw the looks on the customer’s and the employee’s faces. I turned and introduced myself while we waited in line. He told me that his name was Clyde and that he had been down on his luck for quite some time. I suggested some places that he could go for assistance to which he responded "They can't help me." When it was our turn the cashier asked with a bigoted look, "Uhhh are you two together?" Clyde immediately dropped his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. I could feel Clyde's embarrassment so with a stern tone and a smile, I let her know that I was treating him to a meal but I couldn't stay however I expected for them to take good care of him. I couldn't but notice Clyde regaining his composure. That made him feel human.

While she rang up the meal, we continued our conversation. Clyde proceeded to tell me that nothing that he had tried seemed to work. I asked him if he'd ever considered Jesus. I guaranteed him that if he tried God first everything else would fall into place. As I signed for his meal, I noticed one of the employees biting her bottom lip and shaking her head in agreement at Clyde. I thought to myself "finally they get it". That’s when Clyde smiled. Then he took my hand, bowed, kissed it and said thank you. I said you’re welcome and left.

It is my hope that this read will inspire all of you to start each day in hope of changing the life of someone else rather than your own. The looks from the people in the parking lot and the restaurant troubled me. This person was clearly in need so what if his situation was result of bad decisions. We've all made them. The only difference between us and them is that someone gave us a second chance.

B's Ending Prayer
Father God in the name of Jesus, I pray that you will keep our eyes open to the needs of others. Help us to discern when we should move and when we should stay and pray. Please forgive us for acting selfishly and not helping when we could have. Give us your words to speak when encouraging someone else. Thank you for using us as your vessel. In Jesus name. Amen

Determined to Go to Hell

You're determined to go to hell
Yes that's what you are
You've closed your mind to reason
Satan has captivated your heart

You've heard the word of God
Yet it falls upon deaf ears
You've ignored your pastor's pleas
You've ignored your momma's tears

Determined to go to hell
On gasoline truck, 100 miles per hour
You won't activate God's anointing
You won't walk in his power

You indulge in meaningless pleasures
Be it a woman or a man
You call it living free
Just taking whatver you can

You think you have until later
To get it right with God
You take your chances with time
You test his chastening rod

You say "God will forgive me
All I have to do is repent"
So you continue to play the system
You ask for forgiveness of your sins

You take for granted his mercy
You take for granted his grace
But in the twinkling of an eye
Your suddenly standing face to face

You now have to answer to the Father
You have no choice. You have to tell
Why despite the many prayers
You were determined to go to hell

You knew right from wrong
But you chose life in the fast lane
Now it's too late
No matter how much you call his name

A billion miles above the surface
Your family cries out in agony and pain
In their minds they wonder
Did you make it right again?

But their prayers won't help you this time.
On earth you made your decisions and you must pay for your crime

Your life flashes before you and you pled for mercy and you yell
But now God won't hear you. You were determined to go to hell.

If you are reading this that means your breathing
God has spared your life
If you haven't done it already, please give your life to Christ

Tomorrow is not promised to you
Get saved now! Hear me yell
Please don't turn your face from God
Please don't be determined to go to hell.

From My Heart to Yours

Death at a Funeral

I usually don't write critiques about movies but a recent experience inspired me to do so. Last week, my husband and I enjoyed some quality time together while the kids were away. I was in the mood for some serious comedy so we went to the movies. We decided to go see "Death at A Funeral". We didn't pay close attention to who was actually in the movie. We just wanted to laugh and enjoy some mindless entertainment. But how many of you know that ignorance is bliss?

The movie was ok. It had a couple of funny scenes but it was hard to enjoy because of the profanity. Even though I've never heard him profess Christ, I was particularly disappointed in Danny Glover, whose character cursed left and right. I was raised to look up to my elders because they represented wisdom and maturity. I know..I know.. it was just a movie right? Wrong!

You see a lot of these actors and actresses appear on our Kids Choice Awards and youth forums. These kids look up to them. So what does it say to our children when their role models portray "not so ideal" characters? Are we telling them that it is okay to lower your standard to make a funny, a dollar or gain notoriety?

It is possible to produce good, clean television without the nudity, profanity and violence. A couple of years ago, I portrayed the character of Jade. My onstage husband wasn't my real life husband. Yet and still, we were able to play a very convincing part and he never even touched me. To this day, I still have people asking me about Jade and Michael because for them, the characters were real. What's my point you ask? Hollywood has brainwashed us into believing that unless sex and vulgarity is included in our television, it's not worth watching. I beg to differ.I consider Rated R movies to be a direct project from satan who is determined to contaminate the minds of our people. He plays on our weakest link....the flesh.

Death at a Funeral could have been a hilarious family movie because it was written to portray how animated families can become whenever there a death in the family. I have past funeral stories of my own that will keep me writing for years (lol). Creativity is more than an expensive set and all star cast, it is strategically producing movies that will entertain viewers without opening doors for destruction.

Anyone who produces movies that requires parental discretion show blatant disregard to their responsibility to protect our children and families from becoming victim to violence, abuse and estrangement. The phrase "sex sells" is never completed. It should say, "Sex Sells your Soul". Profanity Produces Perversion." "Violence Violates Victims."

If You Don't Like it. Don't Read it.
B

This Thing Called Faith

As I grow older in life and in Christ, I’ve come to realize that my complacency in faith has been my stronghold for spiritual and natural prosperity.

What is faith? In Hebrews 11:1, we learn that faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. I once heard a pastor say, “If you can see it, that ain’t it.” With this scripture and quote in mind, I ask myself “What does it mean to operate in faith?” As a writer, I am strong to writing the vision and making it plain but it’s difficult at times because as I write, I plan. So how do I control that? I understand that my way is not God’s way sometimes.

At the moment, Travis and I have our home up for sale. Currently, he has to commute two hours a day (roundtrip) to work. For our family, it’s an hour commute to church. The distance has prevented us in participating in so many church activities over the years and my husband’s commute has eaten into a lot of our family time. We tired of it. When we put our house on the market in August of 2009, by faith we believed that it would sale by October of 2009. We wrote the vision and mad it plain(literally). We sealed our prayer request in an envelope, prayed over it and tucked it into our bibles. Despite the falling housing market, we believed by faith that God would sell our house by October and you know what? It didn’t sell. I was crushed. We did all that we knew to do. We fasted, prayed and stayed true to God’s word even when the people closest to us told us it couldn’t be done. We wanted desperately to prove the naysayers wrong.

So many times when we are going through, we are quick to wonder if God is testing us like he did Job. I remember immediately rebuking my husband when he made the statement “Satan can hold up your blessing too.” I was like “Noooo. Satan has no authority over us. You’re crazy!” I turned a deaf ear to Travis as he tried to explain. But then God whooped my behind and reminded me of the children of Israel and Moses. The children of Israel’s bondage was a result of constantly disobeying God since creation. Time and time again, God blessed them and time and time again, they became so consumed with earthly riches that they forsook the spiritual.

This is probably why it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom. Everyone doesn’t possess the gift of knowing how to balance spiritual and earthly riches (but that’s a topic for another day)

Moses questioned God his ability to speak to Pharaoh on behalf of the children of Israel (Exodus 3:11). But still through faith, he went. His first encounter Pharaoh wasn’t what we would call a “productive meeting”. Instead of letting them go, Pharaoh punished them by taking away their straw for making bricks causing an already strenuous job to become more difficult. Moses returned to the Lord and asked him (in B’s terms) “How you gon send me out there and get the people into more trouble?” Exodus 5:22-23. God quickly comforted Moses by saying (in B’s terms) “Don’t worry boo. I got this. You just wait and see.” (Exodus 6:1). Then God reminded him about the covenant that he made with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. God comforted Moses and reassured him. When Moses tried to talk to children of Israel, they wouldn’t listen to him because they were angry about Pharaoh’s punishment. And let’s be honest, some of us would have been too.

It took several meetings with Pharaoh, nine plagues and the death of Pharaoh’s son before the children of Israel were set free. In my eyes, it looks like it would have been easier for God to send a big quake to swallow up Pharaoh and his men and that would have been it. But God wanted to show Pharaoh and the children of Israel his might and his power.

This was what Travis was trying to get me to understand. No, satan does not have any power over us but as we wait in faith, he will try to deter our beliefs by placing snares in our path. Our ultimate deliverance is based on how strong we stand in our relationship with God. The children of Israel wondered in the wilderness for 40 years because of their staggering beliefs in God. They were full of complaints and took God’s blessings and miracles for granted. I have guilty of doing that as well. Hm, I wonder. Am I the hold up on my family’s blessings?

Faith is about confidence in God not yourself. It’s about still trusting that God knows what best for you knowing even if he doesn’t move when you want him to. Faith is about controlling the flesh and maintaining your emotions. Faith is about not going by what you see. Faith is not about meditating on your problems on a daily basis. Faith is about living life normally until your miracle happens. Faith is trust in God.

Strong faith is trust in God.
Little faith, you just made it harder.
Some faith, you won’t succeed.
So have faith, stand true and believe.

My house will sell when God says so.

You Read It Here First
~B~

HomeWrecker

She watches her prey preparing for her attack. All she needs is one moment of vulnerability.

She licks her lips as she sits back secretly planning her strategy of capture. She gives them a false sense of safety.

She sees her moment. She pounces and attacks.

She sinks her teeth into her prey.

She pierces them to the core. If they try to leave she pulls them back. She holds them tight and squeezes until they give in.

Who is she?????

She's a homewrecker.

Homewrecker, we see you. We know who you are and despite the urge we have to retaliate.

We chose to pray for you instead and love you inspite of.

Don't get it twisted. We will fight for our families and marriages. Your plot will fail.

But we are better than that. We won't "catch a case" because of you.

Homewrecker, we understand that sometimes you are a man. We know what it means when you shower us with compliments.

We can see through the morning coffee breaks and lunch invitations. Please don't buy us anymore flowers. We are not flattered.

We understand that marriage is for better or for worst. Don't try and take advantage of us when we are in our worst moments.

Marriage is an honorable thing. The bed is undefiled. We don't want your poison.

Lady Homewrecker meet Man Homewrecker, you both seem to have a lot in common.

Maybe you two should hook up.

But before you do please remember what goes around comes around.

You Read it Here First
~B~

Time Will Tell

One of the most important lessons my father taught me as a kid was to always make eye contact while giving a firm handshake (especially with your enemies). He said that looking away was a sign of weakness and intimidation. He also taught me the valuable lesson of remaining silent when the adversary was on my back. I must admit this is a characteristic that I am still trying to master. Yet and still on the occasions when I was able to maintain the flesh, I found his advice to be quite noteworthy. Some people thrive off of another person's anger. Losing your cool only encourages their antics. When you are silent, it confuses them. They don't know what you are thinking. I am reminded of Jesus and how as they led him up to the cross, he never said a mumbling word. He was bigger than the pain.I want to be bigger than the pain.

The other week, someone disrespected me right in my own yard. My first thought was to snatch them, hem them up against one of my Georgia pines and quickly remind them where they were. (Hey I'm just being honest, the flesh can be a mess). But I didn't, I smiled, made a joke and changed the conversation. I understand how words set the foundation for your actions. This is what my dad was trying to teach me.

Even though I am a writer of words, I not very big on them if a person's actions are different. If I say I love you, then I should show it. If I say that I'm going to be there for you then I should be there. One of my biggest pet peaves are people who profess Christ but don't reflect Christ. I was approached by a person who wanted me to write a play for them. This self proclaimed christian wanted it to be an inspirational play but not with "all the Jesus" . This person didn't realize that they were asking me to breathe but without air.

How can person get away with saying they are a Christian and then act like a crook? Yea, I said it. A crook is a thief. You have a Christian crooks who steal biblical principles because it will benefit their hidden agendas. The bible tells us to be hot or cold or God will spit you out of his mouth. Christian crooks are just that disgusting to him. I don't have to be reminded, I know my God is kind, merciful and just but when your time is up....it's up boo. So go hard or go home.

As for me, I am more than words. I am a reflection of my words. You don't have to trust what I say. Look into my eyes because then you will see my heart. Feel the grip of my handshake and you will understand my passion. You don't have to believe what I say, just watch me. Time will tell.

Christ, Class and Virtue

~Tonight is the night that I am feeling alright. We'll be making love the whole night through. Cuz I'm saving all my love…yes I’m saving all my love for you.~
I know I know...You guys are thinking. What in the world is B talking about?

This morning while I was getting my children ready for school, I heard someone singing this song on TV. I did a double take because I had the channel on Nickelodeon watching Family Matters. When I looked at the TV, I discovered that the young lady who played "Laura Winslow" was draped across a piano singing this song to Steve Urkle's alter ego ""Ste-phan Ur-Kel". My first thought was "What is a 17 year old doing in a night club singing this kind of song to another 17 year old?" I was once again reminded of much television has lost its savor. Call me old fashion, but you didn’t see Rudy or Vanessa, being this promiscuous on the Cosby Show. What ever happened to good, clean comedy?

Don't get wrong, I used to love Family Matters especially for Steve Urkels character but you can't help but notice the promiscuity placed in the young girl's characters . You could paint their outfits on with a paint brush and most of the time the episodes were about boys, boys and more boys. As child, I didn't notice this but now and as a mother, I am more aware than ever. I have two daughters and a son. It's important to me and my husband that we expose them to positive influences such as God, the church, education and so on.

The negative impact the media has had on our families is exactly why I am so committed to the work that we do through GO Ministries. On too many occasions, I have sat back and listened to people complain about the explicit and sexually immoral music, movies and daytime television. On too many occasions, I have watched these same people also do nothing about it. Today's generation is all about the visual and as a writer, I understand that. I am very passionate about my writing and the stage plays that we perform. It's important to me as a woman of God, wife, mother and friend to show the world that what you see is not always what you get. People have choices. Our nonprofit is determined to show the world Godly choices. My goal....our goal as a ministry is to positively infect the media and display the love of Jesus.

I encourage you all to write, sing, dance, and act your hearts out all for the love of Christ. Don't lower your standards and don't waiver. I don’t want my 17 year old daughter draped across some piano singing about sex. Let’s teach our families about the importance of Christ, Class and Virtue.