Last weekend we ventured 500+ miles away from home to visit our nation’s capital for a surprise birthday party for the dude’s best friend.  Here’s our re-cap:



All in all we had a great time,  had some fabulous food at Acre 121 , Busboys & Poets, and Ben’s Chili Bowl and took the kid to see The White House 🙂



I haven’t been over here in a hot second so let’s catch up with my dreams. LOL.  As of today -drum roll………..

people in my family are pregnant!

Talk about bundles and overflow. WHEW!  We haven’t had a baby born in our family in a couple of years (about 4 or 5). So to go from zero to seven in less than 3 weeks proves that we’re still growing and there’s work for us to do!  LOL


In other news, last week one of our classmates and a close family friend, passed.  The death was sudden and of course unexpected and took place in front of his wife. Stories flew as the news spread about his death. There was speculation of this and of that. In the end, none of that mattered because a wife lost a husband and several kids lost their father.  I found myself, along with some others, standing in judgement about his life and why he wasn’t in a better situation than he was in when he left this earth.  Then I was convicted. I realized that it didn’t matter if he owned houses and land. The question to ask is, “Did he fulfill his pre-ordained purpose?”

Yeah. Ummm hmmm. It hit me right there – at home.  That’s not for me to decide. That is between him and God. I do know, that when someone dies people immediately begin to take a look at that individual’s life and try to make determinations regarding their success or failure while on this side. Think about it.  When somebody dies what’s the first question that pops into your head? Followed by how they died is whether or not they had insurance or will leave an inheritance to their family members.  In the words of Kirk Franklin & The Family, “I’d Rather Have Jesus than  Silver & Gold”  In the end, that’s all that is going to matter. Checkmate!

The one thing that kept coming up as I watched the social media posts about this person is his enthusiasm for Christ. No matter what he may have been going through financially, physically, or emotionally he was always excited about Christ and winning *1Mo4Jesus*  I’ve discovered that was one of his mantras, 1Mo4Jesus.  Talk about a man on a mission and with an understanding of his purpose- that would be him.

The way I see it, his family may not have been in the best financial situation when he passed but it is with much certainty that at some point each of them fell into his collection bucket of *1M4o4Jesus*  You do know that your ministry should begin at home then go into the street.  Whether you remember his Teddy Bear smile, his sense of wit and humor, or his love for clothing you can’t help but to also remember that his mission, his purpose in life was to win *1Mo4Jesus*

Rest in peace dear brother. Rest.


So now the question to ask is what will we do to make sure that the SEVEN are also in the bucket of *1Mo4Jesus*?  They too have a pre-ordained purpose. It’s our obligation to make sure that they have the tools necessary to achieve it. The first thing they need is……you guessed it – Jesus.

Peace out.

Happy Birthday Jesus!

Well, it’s 1:47am on Christmas Day.  Why am I up? Several reasons, but mostly because I’m in bed next to someone who is playing with their new toy. My husband is logging onto his Playstation network account so that he can play his new PS3. o_O.  Back up about 2 hours and I was kept up by the kid who was waiting on the clock to strike midnight so that he could open his gifts. He didn’t make it. At 11:59pm he was standing next to me asking for permission to open “his stuff”. LOL

Here we are 2 hours into the most highly anticipated holiday of the year- Christmas, and like every other parent who is playing “Santa” or up playing video games we’re glad all of the waiting is over.  Now that the gifts are opened and the kid is knocked out upstairs I sat still for one moment (mainly because I can’t sleep) and realized that we are truly blessed.

There are millions of families who are going without the bare necessities right now on Christmas Day and here we are with more than enough.  I can’t help but to say “Thank You Jesus”.  I am not thankful just for the stuff but because my needs are met and even most of my desires. That in and of itself is enough to run a lap around the block with praise.

My thoughts and prayers go out to those who are out there and experiencing lack in one area or another in their lives. I pray that our Savior, whose birth we celebrate today, becomes your source in that very area.

In the months to come, I am expecting an overflow and claiming it for everybody who has a prayer up before the Lord.  One person in particular that I have lifted in prayer is someone I have known his entire life. I’m not sure what has been blocking the release in his life over the past 3 years but I declare that thing moved and the floodgates to open and restoration to take place. In Jesus’ name.

I’m thankful for the increase that God has allowed my family to experience in many shapes and forms – both spiritually and in the physical. I thank Him for blessing my husband to take his rightful place as the head and for binding that “takeover” spirit in me over the past 5 weeks.  I’ve said it before. Just like in plumbing, when the pipes are aligned things can flow without extra pressure on our behalf. No need for plungers when your drains aren’t clogged and the pipes are aligned.  You’ll catch that one on your way home. LOL

Now I see that somebody has turned the lights off on me (SMH) and is trying to sleep so I guess I’ll wrap this birthday wish/ thank you card up for now.  (Note: I really know he’s only doing so because the game is uploading and will take 30 minutes…LOL).

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Happy Birthday Jesus.


According to Wikipedia (o_O)

Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. The content and purpose of dreams are not definitively understood, though they have been a topic of scientific speculation,interpretation, philosophical and religious interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is called oneirology. Science has proven that all mammals dream.

The earliest recorded dreams were acquired from materials dating back approximately 5000 years, in Mesopotamia, where they were documented on clay tablets. In the Greek and Roman periods, the people believed that dreams were direct messages from the gods, or from the dead and that they predicted the future. Some cultures practiced dream incubation with the intention of cultivating dreams that are prophetic.


A couple of days ago I had a dream and I posted this on facebook:

I had a dream about fish. Mike and I were in a furniture store looking for a sofa and walked away with two “bundles” of fish. I took the fish to the guy at work who was going to fry it and he sent me back for more. The furniture/fish store was closed. I know who one bundle belongs to. Whodahellelseispregnant?

The responses from that post were nothing short of hilarious. I knew my cousin was pregnant and the word was slowly creeping through the family. In my family,  one of the old wives tales includes the one where somebody dreams of fish that means that someone is pregnant.  Well in this case I had a dream about BUNDLES of fish. So does that mean there’s more than one person close to me who is pregnant? Or does it mean that my cousin is having multiples?

Truth be told, I’m not one who really digs into dream interpretations as being prophetic and such. However, I do believe that sometimes they represent something that is going on in our own subconscience – not necessarily being prophetic.  So just for kicks that same day I dug around on the “innernet” to see what I could find about dreaming of fish. Here’s what I found:

To dream of cooking fish indicates that you are incorporating your new realizations with your spiritual feelings and knowledge. If you are cleaning fish, then it suggests that you are altering your emotional expression in a way that will be presentable to others. You are censoring yourself and not expressing how you completely feel.

Alternatively, a fish swimming in your dream may symbolize conception. Some women dream of swimming fish when they get pregnant.

To see a flying fish in your dream indicates that you are feeling emotionally free and uninhibited.

So you see – nothing really related to bundles of fish. But we got a kick out of it anyway.

Last night my dreams became really weird. Here’s the re-cap:

We were at my grandmother’s home in Douglass (North Memphis). While the family was there she died. Keep in mind that she actually died in December 2005. So the family begin gathering in the back room where her body is lying – in my grandfather’s bedroom. (Yep they had separate bedrooms). My mother was combing her hair and her other sisters were surrounding her fixing her clothing.  I vividly remember looking at her legs and feet (no shoes) to verify that it was my grandmother. She had this big strawberry birthmark on her leg and I spotted it.   Her body remained in the back room for hours while we were waiting on the funeral director, my husband’s uncle, to come from Fayette County, TN.  The funeral was scheduled for 7pm that evening.  

Hours passed and she’s still lying in the bed. Suddenly her hand moved from her side to her face. I stepped back as if I were the only one who saw her move. Of course, freaked out – I went to the front door to look for the funeral director again.  This time I remember it being about 5:30pm and we were beginning to wonder if he would ever show up.  I turned and looked down the hall and my grandmother was walking down the hall.  There was a house full of family members and nobody seemed to panic. We all noticed that she was “now alive” but nobody said anything.  She was wearing a housecoat and went into her sewing room to get a soda.  She picked it up – opened the can and then sat down in “her chair” to drink it.  Still no words from anyone in the family.  She then got up and went back down the hall and got in the bed.

Suffice it to say, I woke up scratching my head thinking – WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT ABOUT?  The only thing that I could come up with was this:  The thing which you desired and thought was dead is only sleeping. It’s up to us to awaken it.

Okay, then we get to church and Pastor Baldwin, with his bald-headed self went in deeper.  His text: Luke 1:59-64.  He told the story of Zacharias and his unbelief which led to him being silenced.  During his “silent” period his wife, who was once considered barren, conceived a child. They called him John.  He went on to name all of the women of the bible who were considered barren, according to man, but God later used them to bring forth His promise.  Hannah, Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel, Leah, and Elisabeth.

So with my “non-prophetic” eye I’m seeing some things that are happening for a particular person around me – close to me (in one form).  Here’s my own interpretation of the dreams from this week:

There will be multiple births announced in the very near future by people who are close to me – in one form or another. It may not be physical closeness.  The birth may not be a physical one either. It may be the manifestation of a dream – but it’s up to you to wake up that thing you once thought was dead.  God has a plan for you. When you thought your dream was dead, when you were labeled as barren, and you couldn’t birth that thing you longed for; He’s using your silence or lack of production as an opportunity for you to be still so that when that thing comes forth only He can get the glory.


Happy Holidays and Sweet Dreams!



I blinked and he grew up.

I blinked one time the other day and my baby grew up. No, seriously. He did. I kid you not.  One day he was this kid

I opened my eyes in May 2011 and this is what I saw

Blinked again in September and this is what I saw

and this morning this is what I saw

Trying something new

Since somone has harassed me about not posting often to this little corner of the world I’m going to follow the lead some fellow bloggers. Some of them have “Wordless Wednesdays” which are blog posts only filled with pictures.  So my spin on it will be Tricky Tuesdays.  The post will be less than 20 words, if any words at all.  And today’s submission is this:





I thought you would like it. LOL!  That’s how I felt on yesterday.



Finding my stride in this Christian walk.

Being a single mother for almost 8 years, I learned how to do a lot of things on my own – including how to be a fabulous solo parent. That was until my husband, the dude, came along.  Since that time we’ve been handling this thing called parenting like a tag-team.  There are days when I want to choke the kid, and there are days when he wants to body slam the kid. But everyday we both spoil him rotten and shower him with love unconditionally.

Just for a minute, let’s back up approximately 20+ years ago. I met The Kid’s bio-dad. We attended the same high school. We went our separate ways. We crossed paths again in 1995 and the kid was born in 1997.  Since that time his participation in this parenting thing was practically non-existent. We won’t dig up past court papers and failed attempts at visitation.  After a certain point, I just gave up and worked this job solo for a while.

Here we are 14 years after the birth of The Kid.  Yes, this young man right here 🙂

This shot is one from The Kid’s photo shoot which took place on his 14th birthday last month. In an effort to make sure that The Kid is still connected to his other family, I had a scrapbook created for them and sent it off to the grandparents’ home. His paternal grandmother called me today to let me know that she received it.  She mentioned how much he looks like his father o_O (Jesus keep me.) She went on to say how the bio-dad had a hard time seeing when she took the pictures to him.

Oh, I forgot to mention, that the bio-dad was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis approximately a year after the kid was born. Since that time his health has deteriorated tremendously.  His health is so bad now that his aging parents have made the decision to place him in a nursing home.  He can’t walk and can barely sit up unassisted according to his mother.  I sort of expected this because of the condition he was in the last time we visited him.  I did NOT expect her to share those details with my son on the telephone without me preparing him.

Insert long ass sigh right here.  *sigh*

My frustration is not because a former lover is now ill and rapidly deteriorating.  I love my husband with 1000% of my heart and the old flame is surely extinguished.  Instead, my frustration is due to the loss of an opportunity –  the opportunity for The Kid to experience a relationship with his biological father before he became wheel-chair bound and confined to the walls of a nursing home at the age of 40. It is also because whenever I discuss his health with the kid, I hear a sense of guilt in his voice in addition to fear. The guilt, I believe, is because he openly shows his love for my husband (the dude) and wouldn’t trade him for the world and he didn’t have the chance to do that with his bio-dad.  Also, on more than one occasion he’s asked if there is a chance of him being diagnosed with MS.  That’s the fear.

I recently realized that one of the most difficult conversations to have with your child is one about their own mortality.  Not the one that comes with “you must be saved so that you can go to heaven when you die.”  But we’re talking about your physical being no longer functioning and facing death head on.  *woosah*

I thank God for giving us (all 3 parents) a son who is loving, kind, smart, God-fearing, intelligent, and patient.  He’s still struggling with understanding how to balance both fathers and he’s done a fabulous job.  Neither of his parents, including myself, are perfect and he’s been more than patient with us. Imagine that. We’re the ones who often want to body slam him but he has had to be patient with US.  I just pray that when the time comes, and it seems to be rapidly approaching, that God gives this kid the strength to hold his head up and push forward and honor all 3 parents in his journey to fulfill his purpose in life.

It has taken a long, long, long time for me to hit this stride in my Christian walk when it comes to dealing with the bio-dad and his family.  After all, these were the folks with whom I didn’t see eye to eye on many occasions concerning The Kid. Man, I tell you this “growth” thing is difficult.  The human nature/flesh wants to say fuck it and tell The Kid to not look back. But the Christ in me realizes that it’s time to let some things die in order for other things to live.

Side step:

Looking back on the events of last week I was surrounded by what I referred to as a death theme.  Everywhere I turned, somebody was experiencing a loss suddenly.  On top of hearing about the deaths/loss I was keenly aware of the “death theme” everywhere I looked in the social media arena. Facebook. Twitter. CNN. You name it. Everybody was posting RIP so-and-so.

What really topped it off for me was bible study last week. I sat my black ass down thinking I was going to get a refreshing Word from Pastor Baldwin and what was his topic? “Dealing with a loss/death.” I literally wanted to throw my bible at him.  Conviction is real.  The one note that I recall writing is : “Remain in prayer; help me deal with those interpersonal issues. Remove barriers.  Praise Him because of what you believe and not how you feel.”

At the time I had no idea why I was sensing all of this “death stuff”.  I was honestly bracing myself for the death of someone in my inner circle. I wasn’t hoping for it but I felt that something was going on.  Now I know.

In order to gain my full stride in this Christian walk I now know that I have to let go of those things which were weighing me down.  For me it was unforgiveness. Yep. That sin called unforgiveness was such a weight that it was keeping me from moving forward in other areas of my marriage and my spiritual life.


Yes, I hate that my son’s biological father is critically ill and may not live to see him graduate from high school.  However, I now release him from the past disappointments that I experienced because of his decisions. I release my son to openly love both of his fathers without guilt and/or fear.

Losing that extra burden is freeing me (it’s a process folks don’t act like you’ve always been right with God) and providing space for something greater.  My prayer now is that we can coach and guide The Kid on how to move forward in this situation. He’s well grounded and stable and also very loving. So I know his heart is experiencing a change right about now.

Keep us lifted and pray that I keep my mouth shut.  The flesh is still a messy thing to deal with and it often wants to bubble up and say “every dog has its day”. I have to remind myself that even the dog is  one of God’s creations.


Left.  Right. Left. Right.    (finding my stride – ready to run next)