The Real Me

 When I was a little girl my family used to call me "Police Woman." Stop laughing right now! I can hear all of you (lol). They called me that because I was always bringing attention and correction to the “bad” things that were going on around the house. If my brothers, nephews, or nieces were doing something they weren’t suppose to be doing I was going to make sure my momma knew it and they did too. This “policing” that I would do would often times cause conflict with my family: sometimes leading to small acts of violence (lol). As a young girl I didn’t’ get it. I couldn’t understand why my family members would get so upset. They knew what they were doing was wrong, right? I was simply trying to be a help and point it out for them…..just in case they were not aware (lol). Just call me The Defender of Justice, if you will: Always trying to keep everyone on the straight and narrow. Oh, how I needed to be adjusted and trained (thank you Holy Spirit). My “policing” probably wou...

--> Today's blog is dedicated to Carol F. and my daughter, Christina ~  Praying that you will experience the unconditional love of Jesus. Know that He (Jesus) is aware of your circumstances.....You are not FORGOTTEN!!! Surely, you will see His hand move in all that concerns you in the days ahead. Much Love to YOU!! The following was written over three years ago. The Father had been on me the last few days to pull it back up and post it. Of course, Mrs. Stubborn was making her usual argument of what she thought was better. I don't even know why I bother because He always wins (and I'm glad He does). When I finally obeyed and re-opened the article and read it, all I could do was laugh. It is a timely word for the hour: A timely word for me. Father does know best . I pray that these words of three years ago become a Rhema word to you today. May you find grace in all that is before you and trust HIM through the journey...... “For my thoughts are not your thoughts...

Busy. I hate that word, but it seems to be the best word to describe my life these last few weeks. My daily to-do list seems to be getting longer and longer lately. It seems the more that I get done the more there is to be done (some of you all can relate to that). I hate being busy, believe it or not. Many times the schedule that I live is not my schedule of choice. It’s simply what has to be done for my family, my business, and even sometimes for ministry. If there’s purpose behind it and I know that it’s going to bless and build others I am more than willing to do it. Yes, it can be very tiring to the body and spirit, but in the end, it’s worth it.  In the midst of this busyness it’s always a blessing when the Father shines on you. And I felt He did that this week, just for me (lol). I don’t what the weather has been where you live, but here in the Chicago area we have been blessed with a week of beautiful spring weather. The sun shining through my window every morning put a hu...

Oh, how He loves you and me Oh, how He loves you and me He gave His life, what more could He give Oh, how He loves you Oh, how He love me Oh, how He loves you and me This song has been on my heart for the last three or four days. I have been singing it in my spirit as I have been going about doing the many demands of my life. I have intentionally been declaring some things over my life this year and one of those declarations is simply that, I am loved. I know that might seem an unusual confession, especially for a married woman with children who is constantly surrounded by people. If I were on the outside looking in, and lacking discernment, I would probably think the same thing. However, through the last few years of pruning and testing from the Lord at one point, I found that my heart had begun to lose focus off the simple fact that, I am loved. It’s been about six to eight months now since I started declaring that I am loved. The circumstances of life had become so dim and heavy a...

IMPACT – 1: to have a direct effect or impact on: impinge on 2: to strike forcefully; also: to cause to strike forcefully. Impact. That’s the word that I heard ringing in my spirit this morning as I was thinking about and praying over my natural and spiritual sisters and daughters this morning. As I was calling out the many urgent needs of each one to the Father my heart ached for them. I wanted to be super woman and jump in and fix all of the problems, including my own, with my magic power (lol). Of course, I know that’s not possible so I acquiesce and continue to call out and rely on my main source of power which is PRAYER. Intercession is my weapon of war and I purpose to stay armed with it at all times, so as to continue to drive back the forces of hell and darkness that many times try to overtake my sisters and brother, and even myself. I know that we wrestle not against flesh and blood. And I know that the weapons of our warfare, what we use to fight, are not carnal (fleshly)...

Dr. Jack Hayford was the special guest at the opening celebration of my church’s twentieth anniversary. My pastor has been hyped for weeks about Dr. Jack Hayford coming to speak. Dr. Hayford is a pioneer in the gospel and brings with him over fifty years of knowledge and wisdom, seasoned by the presence of the Holy Spirit. I’ll be honest with you, I wasn’t as excited as my pastor was about Dr. Hayford’s visit: not because I had any ill feelings toward Dr. Hayford, but more so, because he is a little bit before my time (lol). I should be noted, however, that I know that this man of God has made a significant impact on my life through the teachings of my pastor and spiritual Father of fourteen years, Charles L. Middleton. His teaching, along with Pastor Middleton’s, helped form a solid foundation in me that is still evident in my life today. I was so blessed by the spoken word of Dr. Hayford on yesterday. Each service built on top of the next, all rightly fitting together, and made f...

Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be. I could fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings. Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything, everything I wish I could be. Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. Oh, the wind beneath my wings. You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings. Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky. Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.   (partial lyrics from Hero by Bette Midler) When I was in Indianapolis I didn’t get much sleep. Between traveling late, getting up early, extremely long days and the Father waking me up to talk, sleep was not happening. It was all good, howeve...

Today I woke up refreshed and ready to go. My mind was focused and I was pushing task quite early. I even said to my kids, “I’m baaaaaack” (don’t think my children were too happy about that ~ lol). However, yesterday was just the opposite. Have you heard the saying “I’m so tired I can’t see straight?” I had never experienced that personally until yesterday. I literally could not read what was in front of me. Focusing was so difficult to do. I knew I could read (lol), but I had to rub my eyes multiple times just to get my eyes to focus in the words. Now, I know you’re probably saying, “Girl, you just need some glasses.”(lol). That’s may be true, but yesterday was very different, I promise you. I was so tired and I think the only reason anything got done yesterday was because, what I call, my auto-pilot, kicked in (and God’s grace, of course). It’s on days like yesterday that I appreciate having a daily regimen and a to-do list. It’s on days like yesterday, when my brain is function...

I’m a city girl, born and raised. I grew up in cramped neighborhoods with houses that were probably only three feet apart. I could literally look out my kitchen window and see and talk to my neighbor, without hollering (lol). Everyone seemed to be right on top of each other.  I didn’t think anything of this until I started encountering friends who loved country living. I recently visited my best friend in Kentucky. Whether she thinks so or not, she is a country girl to heart with a serious city-girl flare.  As far back as I can remember she has always wanted to have a house out in the middle of nowhere, where you have to drive ten miles to see your neighbor: Definitely not my kind of living. However, this was the ideal life of those, including my friend, who liked living in the country.   However, I could appreciate this country living after returning home late last night from traveling for several days. Although I had a GREAT time while I was away, my body and my s...