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Savoring The Moments…

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(This is an edited repost from an Ezine Article that I wrote in 2014)

I have always dreamed of becoming a writer, having a great relationship with my husband, being completely present in the lives of my children, and having complete faith and trust in God. However, for most of my life, I have allowed myself to become plagued by fear and anxiety, leading me to avoid many of the things I wanted and settle for some things I didn’t want. I was so afraid of stepping out of my comfort zone that I failed to go after those things my heart truly desired. I suffered from knowing who I really was, what I really wanted, and what I was capable of accomplishing. One day I had an epiphany.  My life was passing me by, and f I were to leave this world at that moment, what would ‘they’ say about me?  Who’s life had I touched? What experiences did I share? What had I accomplished? I searched my heart and I came to realize that I had not been present in any memorable moments.

One of my sisters had asked me on several occasions about events in my life that she remembered being a part of and I could only vaguely recall those times. How could she remember moments that should have been important to me in my life when I could not? I knew I was there but all of the important details were like faded words on a chalkboard. I had been mechanically living from day to day, but not savoring any of the moments.  When at work, I could not wait for vacation. While on vacations, I worried about things that I needed to do at home. When I found myself being swamped at work, I found myself just wishing I had time to just relax at home. The problem was, I had no idea what it looked like to relax. I worried about the past and I worried about the future while the present was passing me by. It was time for me to learn how to savor the moment and learn how to live life on purpose.

Through self-reflection, I began to realize that even though I was not even aware of it, I had made some strides in my life. The problem was that I was so busy thinking about what future things I needed to do, and past things I should have done, that I allowed my present moments to just slip right through my fingers. And many times, those future things that I worried so much about, never materialized for many reasons, and the things of the past, well, there was nothing that I could do about that. I had no written goals, I just had wished. I read somewhere once that a goal not written is just a wish, and I had just been wishing my life away.

I started writing down goals in a little green notebook. I wrote not only career goals but personal goals, making sure I included some fun goals. I found if I just allowed myself, I could actually enjoy the times spent with family on vacations, with friends, or just some time alone. I started enjoying my time in the kitchen experiencing new recipes. I found that I still enjoyed reading and writing in my journal. I dug into my storage box and found my old journals and began to write one of those novels that I had told myself that I would write… someday. I completed my first novel “Broken Promises”,  and published it in 2012.  I  now enjoy writing blogs, newsletters,  poems, and creating new recipes. I find reasons to laugh, time to travel, time spent with family and friends, and time enjoying nature. I even enjoy camping! I have become so AWARE of all the things and places that I enjoy and the many things that I am capable of accomplishing. I made a decision to set goals to retire in January 2015 and work for myself from home. (I actually did it in 2016!)

I love finding quiet places to read, write, sing, listen to music, do creative DIY and culinary projects as well as gardening. These activities really give me a sense of peace and calmness and create smiles on my face and joy in my heart. I love being completely absorbed in the moment, savoring the enjoyment of it all. I always look forward to exploring something new.   My soul is nourished and I can transcend the limits I had allowed other people as well as myself to place on me. My goal in life now is to savor each moment and live my life on purpose.

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Clarity of Purpose

It’s been a long while since I’ve added any content to my blog. Without going into a sob story, just suffice it to say that, like many of us, life happens and sometimes its not gentle in its dealings.  Trials are like that.  I read somewhere that we are either in a trial, going into a trial or coming out of a trial.  No one is immune.

I don’t know when it happened but resulting from some of these trials, some negative thoughts and views had positioned their way  into my life and prevented me from writing for almost two years. Without going into detail, I found myself with no clarity of what my purpose was.  The writer that I was had suddenly gone away. I felt rejected and questioned who I was. In the past I had  written blogs and even published my first novel in  2012 but suddenly, I began to avoid writing, making up all kinds of excuses to myself. I felt uncertain and unsure of myself and  had begun to operate in doubt and fear and  felt inadequate to write. I felt that I had even lost my voice to even tell myself not to listen to the negative thoughts in my head.  I never let on my stinking thinking to my family and they never asked me when I was going to publish those books that I had previously been so excited about and determined to write.  I was not willing to be honest even with myself about the thoughts and feelings that I had, and I avoided the conversation when anyone did ask.  I would even lie (yes, I lied) sometimes and say I was working on another manuscript when the truth was I couldn’t even open up the file that held the notes to my manuscripts.

A few months ago I started a 12 week  small group discipleship class  given by the counseling department of one of the large churches in the area, ‘Equipping Our Hearts to Grow in Grace’ .  It began a memorable experience that is allowing me to grow in grace and provided me a safe place to learn, grow and share my thoughts without the need to seek favor, compete, have fear of being judged or criticized.  There I learned to recognize some hindrances in my life that prevented me from experiencing abundant life. I learned that I had to change some thoughts, some views and behaviors in order to overcome those obstacles and learn to love myself again. The discipleship class helped me to overcome rejection and its residual emotional wounds.

In the class I examined why I struggled with moving ahead and the influences that made me feel stuck and shaped my belief system to the point that I believed that I couldn’t write anymore.  I was able to get back on the right track by recognizing where I was at that moment in time and learn to move forward.  I had experienced some disappointments in my life and then started remembering all the baggage of disappointments from my past. It overwhelmed me, I began to tell myself that all the bad things and disappointments in my life had happened because God must have been punishing me.  I found myself dwelling on all the wrongs that I may have done to deserve the position that I found myself in.  I felt that I didn’t measure up and  hopeless that my circumstances would never change.  I was secretly depressed, emotionally guarded, but hid it from those close to me and suffered in silence. I must have done a great job because many people told me that they admired how strong I have always been and it seemed that I always ‘had it all together.’  What I learned in a nutshell was that when I based my identity on what other people thought of me, I was virtually trusting that person with my identity.

I recently joined another wonderful group on Facebook called the ‘Content Strategy Lab’ where we share ideas, ask for and receive feedback, experiment with content for our brand and provide a safe place to test our ideas, and sometimes even blow stuff up which is what sometimes happen in labs, as our group leader, M. Shannon likes to say.   Each week, we have ‘Kick Monday’s Ask’, where we get the chance to ‘Ask’ for what we need, then watch what happens.  We have “What’s Up Wednesdays’ where we get to brag about the good things happening in our business and to share any ‘badassery’ news with the community.  Every day is a day for learning something new and sharing online seminars, webinars and all sorts of awesome goodness.

One of the upcoming events in January is our 2017 Word of the Year Virtual Party where we are encouraged to forget about New Year’s resolutions and choose to FOCUS instead.  for the past couple of years  I had been feeling  confused, perplexed, unsure, and unclear of why it was so difficult to sit at my desk and write.  After joining The Content Strategy Lab and the Discipleship Class, they, together have given me encouragement and food for thought for the upcoming year.  I chose the word ‘Clarity’ because  that one word would sum up who I want to be (a writer) and how I want to live my life (in Clarity) and focus on every day. The dictionary declares the word ‘clarity’  as having the quality of being clear, coherent and intelligible.  It is having the quality of being certain or definitive, and of being transparent. This one word will not only shape my year but it will  shape me as well.  This one word will become my compass that will direct my decisions and guide my steps as I receive my Clarity of purpose in writing again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Personal Faith

My mother was a praying woman. We would find her praying in the morning, in the evening, and always  whenever we left the house to travel whenever we were faced with trials in our lives. She even prayed  when we told her about some triumphant moments that occurred in our lives.  We knew that no matter what,  our prayer lives were covered and we felt safe because our mother prayed for us.  Recently I read somewhere that ‘Faith is like a toothbrush:  use it every day but don’t use someone else’s.”  John Mason

We depended on those prayers of our mother and when she died we were in a panic because we were thinking about ‘who did we have to pray for us now?‘  Many of us based our faith on what our mom believed instead of having that faith in God for ourselves. We had to quickly learn that faith  works  when we believe.  It’s kind of like allowing someone else to eat something and tell us how good it was. We can take their word for it that it is good,  but unless we taste it too, we will never really know just how good it really was.

The Bible says, ‘Oh taste and see for it is so good!’ God can certainly use other people to  reach out to us and lead us to Him,  but we must believe in Him because we have been convicted in our own hearts that He is who He is.  He wants to have a personal relationship with us.

We had to learn how to pray for ourselves and for each other.  As the oldest sibling,  I promised my siblings that I would hold us together and do whatever I needed to do to keep us together.  I had to learn how to have that vertical relationship with Christ in order to stand in the gap just like my mother did all through the years.  I find that I am in constant prayer and I am praying even now as I am writing this article because there are issues that I need Him to handle.  I have found that all of us have developed a stronger prayer life and we learned that from our mother.  We have found that it keeps our bond strong.  It does not mean that we never have issues by no means.  But it does mean that when problems arise we know that there is a God that is bigger than us who can handle our problems.

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Happy Thanksgiving

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I want to take this time to thank everyone who has made my life on this earth memorable. I want to thank all of my clients past and present. I want to thank my readers who have embraced me during this short period of me becoming a published author. It has been an amazing journey of personal and business growth for me these past few years.

I am always happy and appreciative when Thanksgiving is approaching because this wonderful holiday allows me the opportunity to thank all of you.

The pleasure of meeting so many of you whether once or hundreds of times has been incredibly rewarding and motivating. Each of you have your own place in my heart and my memories. In our conversations I have learned from each of you and for that I am grateful.

God has been so good to me in spite of some ups and some downs, and I thank Him for the lessons. I thank you for your patronage during this year and past years, and for allowing me to be of service to you.

All week I have been wishing people a “Happy Thanksgiving.” I have learned that through talking to people there are many who are going through some struggles, and the upcoming holidays may be really tough for some. Yet, during this time, all I could do was think ‘how can I wish this person a Happy Thanksgiving?’ There is no easy answer to the question,.

Some of us will have a Happy Thanksgiving, and some of us will not. And the more I think of it, some of them are my clients and some are friends.

I received a phone call on last Sunday from my sister who informed me that a dear friend who lives in her city had gone to bed on Saturday night and never woke up. His wife, of course, is devastated. I was stunned. Life is so short. I thought about what I could possibly say to encourage her. I called and left a message on her phone and I am not really sure what I said. However, I pray that whatever message I left was an encouragement to her during her great loss.

We will all, at some point, be forced to face loss and pain. I can tell you that some holidays will be happier than others. This is life, and there’s nothing that I or anyone else can do to change that. But as we head into this Thanksgiving Holiday, I urge you all to look around you and be thankful for what you do have, be thankful for those that love you and those that you love.

Chances are, you will find so many things to be to be thankful for. Please don’t take those things for granted.

As most of you know I have written my first novel, “Broken Promises.” If you would like a chance to get a copy for FREE, please click on my Face Book page and ‘like’ it. Each one of you who likes my page will be entered to win a Free book. Click here to like my page. The drawing will be held on December 15.

 

Once again, I thank you for being a part of my life.

 

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Seeing The Big Picture

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‘In order to properly understand the big picture, everyone should fear becoming mentally clouded and obsessed with one small section of truth.”  Xun Zi

I had spent so much time focusing on the details of life’s experiences that I found that I missed seeing the big picture. I detail oriented and I like making  plans and then working those plans at all costs.  Actually, in most cases,  that is absolutely a good thing.  That is how most people get from point A to point B, by focusing their attention to the details.  However, I found myself trying  to fill my days that I had  more details  to focus on than I should.

I  love going to art shows and museums.  When I am there I  get  lost in the beauty of it all.  However,  when I am standing too close to the object, I would focus on the smallest detail of the creation.  I could see the lines and strokes of the artist’s paint brush, how the colors of the piece  blends together, then separate into individual colors.  Then I realized that in order to see the beauty of the piece, I had to stand back, sometimes way back in order to see the beauty of it all.

When I think about this scenario, I compared that to how I could become so wrapped up in my work of projects, writings, and even life itself without thinking of my true purpose.  I had  become so bogged down in the details that I lost  my sense of enjoyment. Paying attention to details is a good thing but I had become over the top.  I found myself spending more hours on  writing trying to perfect some paragraph or page, that I have gone past the deadlines. I spent hours  on details that were time-consuming, and failed to finish the  tasks.  Precious moments accomplishing nothing much,  so lost in the details and unable to even move beyond the details.

I soon realized that  had I continued  being so bogged down  in the details, it could actually prevent me from accomplishing my goals. There had been days that I focused so much on clearing every unimportant piece of paper from my desk that I almost failed to finish my main project.  I had to mentally and physically  take a break, leave my office, step away in order to see the forest.  I learned to delegate some tasks to my assistant. Together we accomplished so much and it allowed me to breathe and see the whole picture.

Life can be so busy and at times difficult to find time to stop, step back and see the whole garden of life.    Botanical Gardens became the  ideal place for me to visit,reflect, write, dream, breathe, step back… and see the big picture of life.

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Getting Out of The Rat Race

A few years ago, I read , As a Man Thinketh, by James Allen. I learned from that book that we can make or unmake ourselves, and just by our thoughts we can create the weapon that can also destroy us.  By choosing positive thoughts we can ascend to the greatest heights, whereas by choosing negative thinking we can plummet to the lowest depths of our souls.

Most everyone has been a part of the ‘rat race’ at one time or the other.  I know I have.  It was not fun.  I remember waking up at dark-thirty in the morning in order to get dressed in time to beat the rush hour.  I live an hour away from my job and had to be there by 7:00 am.  In order to get there on time, however, I needed to leave home by 5:30 a.m. because if I didn’t, I would be sitting on I-285 for an extra 30-45 minutes.  I worked from 7:00 in the morning to 4:00  in the afternoon when rush hour was at its best.  I would get home between six and six-thirty in the evening and was so exhausted from the traveling, I had little energy left.  However, I still had to get dinner for my family, spend time with them, help my children with homework, do a few chores, then go to bed and start the same ritual all over again the next day.

During my work shift I would be constantly moving from the EEG Lab to the patient’s floors and back and forth from  the Lab to the office.  I made sure that the office ran smoothly each day so that hospital records were accurate.  I focused all of my energy on making sure the patients were taken care of and making our department run smoothly and profitable.  After working so hard I only received dollars for the hours that I worked.    Herein was only one of my ‘rat races.’ I have been in several over the years.  Many who read this can also relate constantly working and exchanging dollars for hours.

I felt trapped.  Although I loved many aspects of those J.O.B.s,  I began to notice the entrapment when I would finally get a chance to sit down and think about how I could improve my life.  I realized that I just had to get out of the ‘rat race’ for my own sanity.  In order to do that, I had to change my way of thinking.  Instead of thinking like an employee, I had to start thinking like an entrepreneur…taking control of my own time and my own money.

I knew it would not be easy but  I finally left the ‘rat race’ and I am now learning how to work smarter, not harder.  I finally found the time to write my first novel.  Being an entrepreneur does  not mean a lack of struggle.  It simply means I am in control of my struggles as well as my successes. I decided that I needed to build my own dream or live and work in someone else’s dream.

 

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”  Jer. 29:11

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Hiding Under The Stairs

When I was a little girl, we once lived in a big white Victorian style house with a wrap-around porch and inside, a huge staircase.  At least it seemed huge to me at the time. We rented one side of the house from Mrs. Blevins, a really nice rich old lonely lady who loved for us to come and visit.  I remember her serving us warm rice with butter and honey and a little cream.  Her husband had died a few years earlier, and she rarely had company so we became somewhat like her family.  I loved that big old house and I loved the big porch, my family and Mrs. Blevins.  However, there were times when I felt sad or lonely and there were times when I didn’t want to talk to my family or Mrs. Blevins.  I just wanted to be alone all by myself  just to think my little girl thoughts whatever they were.

There were times when maybe I just wanted to feel sorry for myself at that age…who knew?  I was  6-8 years old when we lived there and then Mrs. Blevins died. Feeling sad that I would never see her again, I claimed my spot under those stairs, the best hiding place and no one could ever find me.  Under the stairs there was a  metal grate that I could remove and get inside and watch people pass by to view her body in the parlor, but they could not see me. Up until we moved a few years later, I would take my books and a blanket  and read, or take crayons and pencils and draw or color something.  Sometimes I would just sit and think or wonder if anyone would miss me.  I don’t think I was ever really gone long enough to be missed because no one ever discovered my hiding place.

When I got older and real problems faced me, I viewed them either as a big Doberman or a little Chihuahua.  I was not afraid of the little Chihuahua problems but those Doberman problems scared me to death! I would tell myself ‘I can’t wait until next year.’  I knew that if I got through to next year I would have survived those Doberman problems.  I would wish for a place to hide, like under the staircase,  whenever I wanted to be alone, or to hide from my problems, to write or just to reflect.  There were times when my problems frightened me so badly that I thought that if I could hide under that staircase, my problems would never find me.  They would go away and afterwards, I could emerge when the problems were over.  If only I  could just find a good hiding place….

Of course I could never run or hide from problems… I had to face them head on.  I also knew that it’s all in how I viewed my problems…either I had problems or the problems had me. I determined in my heart that I was bigger than my problems.  But bigger than that, I discovered  that there was God who made the mountains, and He made the trees, He made the rivers that flow to the seas, and He sends the rain when the earth is dry… He’s Somebody bigger than you and I…..’  He was bigger than anything and He was my hiding place.  One day as I was listening to the song, ‘You Are My Hiding Place’ by Selah,  I was reminded that I never had to run and hide from my problems because Not only would He Hide me, He would see me through those problems.  I learned that He could handle my little Chihuahua problems as well as my big Doberman problems.

 

Lord…

You are my hiding place
You always fill my heart
With songs of deliverance
Whenever I am afraid
I will trust in You

I will trust in You
Let the weak say
I am strong
In the strength of the Lord

You are my hiding place
You always fill my heart
With songs of deliverance
Whenever I am afraid
I will trust in You

I will trust in You
Let the weak say I am strong
In the strength of the Lord
I will trust in You

Michael James

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Don’t Be Afraid of The Dark

   I  remember during one of the darkest times in my life when I was faced with disillusionment, hurt, fear and confusion in my second marriage, I found more strength in the end than I ever thought possible.  My world had come crashing down around me and the love and trust  that I had thought I had found had disappeared into the night as magically as if they were cards played in a magicians hand. The loving husband had turned out to be a big time drug dealer and had been arrested and sent to jail.   I felt lost and alone, afraid of my own shadow in that great big house with just me and my teenaged daughter to care for.  Yet because of her I had to show strength…’fake it till you make it’.  Rather than focus on what I had lost, I began to realize that the obstacles that lay before me were sent to make me stronger and I refused to allow myself to be defeated.  Although I felt as if I really wanted to just lay down and die from the pain in my heart, I had a bigger reason to keep on going…to keep on fighting my way back to myself…and that was my daughter.  I had to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart, my dreams of a happy family, and my life, and think about what to do next. I prayed.

The events that followed were as a game of dominoes as they fell into place for us so much better than I could ever have planned for myself. I remember telling myself, “I can’t wait until next year.”  I felt that if I could just see next year I knew I would have survived that dark time.  As Louisa May Alcott said, ” I am not afraid of the storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”  The situation that I found myself in could have left me as devastated as I was feeling a great part of the time that I muddled through that period.  However, deep in my heart I knew that in life if we become devastated by our circumstances, we become prisoners to those circumstances; but if we learn from them they would make us wiser in the end.  In that dark time of my life, yes, I was afraid, but I remembered the passage from my Bible that said, “Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the valley of death, I will fear no evil.”  I kept repeating that passage.  The other was, “Many are the afflictions of the righteous but the Lord delivers them out of them all.”  Those passages, and the love and support of my family got me through those dark days and on to my new start. I eventually wrote a book, Broken Promises that actually was better than therapy.

Looking back on those dark, fearful days, let me share with you what I have learned:

1. I don’t allow my problems to lead me, I take lead of my problems.  I look at them as an opportunity to see what my capabilities are and I have found that I am a phenomenal woman!

2.  My attitude has a great deal to do with how I handle my problems.  I can handle them with fear because I think I have to handle them alone, or I can face them with boldness because I know I am not alone… God has my back.  There is a song by Jackie Velasquez that I love, When I’m on my Knees that says…

“There are days when I feel
The best of me is ready to begin.
Then there’re days when I feel
I’m letting go and soaring on the wind.
Cause I’ve learned in laughter or in pain
How to survive.

I get on my knees, I get on my knees;
There I am before the love that changes me.
See I don’t know how, but there’s power
When I’m on my knees.”

3.  I have learned to never say that ‘life is hard.’  When you think about  the alternative, I prefer to face life head on because I can never run fast enough or far enough to get away from the problems that may come.  I know that I am a champion. The breakfast of champions is strengthened by obstacles, not  a cereal. Champions are not afraid of the dark.

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Dare To Be Who You Are

   There are many people who live their lives in the shadow of other people.  They are challenged everyday because they don’t know who they are.  As I grow older I find that the easiest thing to do is to just be myself because I find it difficult trying to be what other people want me to be.  There is nothing in life more tiring than trying to live up to someone else’s conforms.  I have missed out on many opportunities by living on other people’s terms and it left me frustrated and unhappy.

Many of our challenges in this world come from not knowing who we are and ignoring our true destinies.  When we walk in the footsteps of others we fail to leave our own footprints.  We end up living our entire life as strangers even to ourselves because we have no idea who the hell we are.  We look in the mirror  and wonder who is that person looking back at us. We have imitated others so long  that we are merely copies of those we have come to admire.  We can never accomplish our own greatness if we continue to imitate someone else.  We have to dare to be ourselves.

I remember in my younger years when I was married to my first husband, he was a part of army reserves and I really desired to become a part as well.  I knew the benefits were awesome and I wanted to experience the travel, the training and the benefit of the education opportunity they offered.  He told me that he didn’t think it would be a good idea because all the women that were in the army reserves were either ‘whores or lesbians’.  I was shocked but didn’t argue the point because I certainly didn’t want to be labeled a whore or a lesbian.  So I remained in the capacity of a housewife which is what he wanted me to be until he said it was okay for me to continue my education.  I accepted his opinion and never questioned it because I had no opinion of my own; which is sad because “a person who has no opinion and only depend on someone else is just a slave to that someone else.” (Frederick Klopstock)

I was a sad sack because I even used to depend on so-called friends to determine what I was to wear and how I was to dress.  Deep down inside I knew what I wanted but I didn’t want to go against the opinions of those who I thought I needed the approval of.  I had began to whittle myself down in order to please everyone else until I had almost nothing left for me. Somehow I  learned to know who I was and not care what other people thought of who I was.    Yes, it took courage because otherwise I would have  had fear and fear leads to conforming to what others wanted me to do. I just had to be who I was and being who I was became the best thing that I could do to become a better me.  I had to realize that I was the only one who could dare to be me.  Until I made peace with myself, however, I could never be content to be who I really was.

I only had one life to live and I needed to learn how to leave my own footprints in the sand.  So I took the dare, and I dared to be who God meant for me to be.  It has been a journey in spite of many obstacles in my way.  However, each day I have challenged myself over and over again that I have to Dare to be who I am.  Dare to be who you are. You are the only one who can be the best you.

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Life Is Too Short To Think Small Thoughts

  My Mother and father always told us to never be afraid to think big.  In fact, although there were eight children, we never considered ourselves poor in the real sense of the word ‘poor’.  I realize that growing up there were people who looked down on our family because they viewed us as ‘those Powell’s’ because all they could see was a bunch of kids that they thought lacked something.  However, we lacked nothing because we always had food on the table, a roof over our heads, clothes on our back, two parents who loved us beyond measure, and we had each other.  What more could you ask for?

 

Our parents always  challenged us to believe in ourselves and to know that our first responsibility in life was to mentally advance our thoughts.  We were taught that if we got our relationship together with God and cultivate our faith in Him, our lives could improve beyond measure.  We get in life what we think we deserve and if we think we deserve little things we will get little things.  However, if we think big, the results will astound us.

 

I know that it can be difficult to believe that good things can come so easy. Sometimes even I allow my faith to wane.  However, I believe its all about attitude and there are times we attract what we think about. There are times when I have wished for something and I didn’t get it and I wondered why. In being honest with myself, I realized it was because I had buried some negative thoughts deep down inside of me that prevented me from accomplishing my desires.  I had to come to the realization that I had to acknowledge and let go of all of those negative resistances so that I could accept those things that I desired in my life.  I was sabotaging my own desires.  I was thinking small.  I was feeling as if I didn’t deserve those things that I was asking for but I didn’t realize that those were the thoughts that I was thinking!

 

There is a young lady who calls me sometimes and asks me for advice.  However, she constantly says things like “There are no good black men available.”  Or she might say “I don’t think I will ever find a husband.”  Another thing she says is “Men are no good!”  And she wonders why she is still  single and alone.  I told her that these thoughts are destructive and they produce negative results.  She is a beautiful young lady and I know that men find her attractive because she gets asked out on dates; however, when she goes on a date she always finds something wrong with her date no matter what.  Something in her past is sabotaging her thought processes to the point where she is unable to meet people where they are and move forward.  Something from her past has her locked and loaded where she is punishing every male she meets for the sins of whoever hurt her in her past.  These thoughts can be discovered only if she allows her mind to be opened and willing to let go of the resistance.  There is someone waiting for her.  When her heart is ready, her lover will be there waiting with open arms.  She just has to think big, let go of the small thoughts, be open for the blessings that God has for her, and know that she deserves to be loved in spite of what happened in her past.

 

We also posses all the mental wealth that we ever need for a prosperous life.  There are no negative circumstances that can keep us imprisoned if we are determined to be free.  When I lived in Indiana I had a salon and I met a woman who was married and I believe at that time she had three children.  She, her husband and her son started going business to business selling cookies.  She would send her son every week  and everyone would always say a resounding “NO!”  However, he just kept coming. He had his mother’s determination but not her enthusiasm.  Statistics show that communication is forty percent verbal and sixty percent nonverbal.  It’s all about attitude.    One day I bought a bag of  cookies because I felt sorry for him,  but I told him he needed to get excited about his own product.  When I tasted them I was amazed at how delicious they were and I told the whole salon. The next day when he came in he had a different attitude and he sold all of his cookies.  After that day if he didn’t come people would ask where he was.  By changing his attitude, he changed his story.  Over the years I wondered what happened to them and went online and did a search.  I spoke to her and was so excited to learn that they are still in business and are now in a brick and mortar bakery. She said that her trust in God has kept them going through tough times and she wholeheartedly believes that her attitude has a lot to do with how her business has survived.  Today instead of going door to door, they are now a full=fledged baker, Heaven Sent Bakery & Catering. She didn’t think small thoughts because she knew that she was capable of lofty levels of prosperity by the grace of God, and now also has added catering to the mix.

Life is much too short to think small thoughts and we get in life what we think we deserve.  If we think small, we get small, if we think big, the results can astound us.  What do you think you deserve?