Stop Viewing GOD as an ATM!

I have heard so many testimonies about stuff, literal stuff. Folks are joyous and truly testifying. Why do so many of us choose to pray for so many THINGS? What would the world be like if we stop viewing GOD as an ATM, a new car dealership, a furniture store, and a Saks Fifth Avenue? How much richer would we be if we repeatedly asked GOD to expand our minds, our perceptions, our heart, our compassion, passion for nature and the earth, creativity, etc? ~Crystal Johnson Full Conversation Click Here

Crystal I totally agree ... If we would only expand the reaches of our mind, beyond material things.  There is an allegorical tale in the bible which covers this very thing.  G-d by way of a dream, asked Solomon, "What shall I give U?”...  Solomon, succeeding his father in death, and becoming King requested, "G-d give unto me an understanding mind, a hearing heart, and wisdom, that I may discern bad from good".  G-d, hearing his heart granted Solomon all he asked; and because he did not ask for material gain or the head of his enemy, G-d granted him riches and honor. 

The moral of this story is… As we seek to be spiritually re-membered to divine source (G-d) by virtue of our request for wisdom, knowledge, and understand, all other needs will be met and/or offered/presented.  
Let’s expand our consciousness.Sista

Blogtalkradio Changes it's Rules... Again money changes the nature of the game...

Today I learned they are changing the rules of Blogtalkradio... all none paying folks will be limited to 30 minutes perday.... and no prime hours of the day... If all I am given is thirty minutes, I need to make those thirty minutes the most informative thirty minutes there are on the whole of blogtalk... In a thirty minute conversation... In the ears of the right person, one can change the world...
If all I am given is thirty minutes then I should do a show three times a week... informing, educating, and uplifting....
If all I am given is thirty minutes... I will take that thirty minutes make it grow...
I need to learn what hours they are offering... I can make 30 minutes work.... uhmmm it matters not it's 30 minutes... I will just revamp my show and make thrirty minutes work...

How does a man prove his love to me...?

1. A man can prove his love to me by being mentally and physically available, when I need him most.
2. A man can prove his love to me by being fiscally available when I need it most…
3. A man can prove his love to me by trusting me when he needs someone most…

"There's ten-thousand blessings in the hollow of his hands, and all I need is one".

Living down south I met many loving souls,
Ms. Moell Latham was one, she was 50 years my senior,
and one of my best friends.
Ms. Moell passed 7 years ago this week and today as I sat in quiet contemplation,
I heard her words ringing in my ear,
"There's ten-thousand blessings in the hollow of his hands, and all I need is one". She said these words to me time and time again, believing them to be scripture.
I could never bring myself to telling her any different, for I understood what she meant as she cried and prayed, “GOD all I need is one”.

R.I.P MS. MOELL Miller Latham Badley
You yet live, in my memories...
January 26, 1916 - Ocotber 17, 2003

Sista Affirmations

The relationship I desire also desires me and as
I manifest the images of its being, its isness,
in my thoughts, my energy, is making the plan and charting the course
leading to him who is, also asking for me.

Art by Grace Slick:http://www.limelightagency.com/Grace-Slick/artwork-gallery/wonderland/humpty-dumpty.html

Humpty Dumpty Sat on the Wall….
Humpty Dumpty Had a GREAT Fall…

And I heard them say:
Cry loud spare not...
Innocent or Guilt
Don't Refrain
Lessons are to be Gained
Pedestals sometimes Break,
Humpty Dumpty shared this fate
And all the Kings’ men… are subject to Sin.

I Was Asked To Write A Poem

I Was Asked To Write A Poem

A poem…
Words to express my heart and mind’s contents
Words to express how I love my grandchildren or miss my mother
How I wish my children got along better with one another.
Words to explain how I feel about clear citrus drinks with bubbles;
Or how I pray that my sons don’t run into trouble,
as they escort their sisters on subways when its too late
at night…
I just say a prayer and close my eyes tight.
Words to describe how I love a light
rain
Or help you to understand the depths of my pain
when I see young ladies put their bodies on display
thinking that if they don’t they wont get any play
She doesn’t know
that behind her hook-ups are put downs…
how do you recover from just being a “slide”?
And my young men who think they are in the game
but they are only being played
Think they’re making money but money is being made off their blood,
their lives and their souls
They’ve never been told that they don’t stand a chance…
if they just listen to the beat and dance the dance.
Listen to the words
A poem…
Words to explain the sadness of death
Who am I crying for?
I know God knows best.
Words to explain how insignificant I feel
when I sit and contemplate the world for real.
How my birth was significant to few,
but how I want my passing to be felt by many.
I don’t want sadness and tears but a rejoicing,
that God even put me here
When you think of me
I want you to smile
I want you to sit and think for a while
how I touched your heart…even in a small way.
These are the things I want my poem to convey
But..alas…I cant find the words
I am not a poet
Copyright © 2010 Stephanie Ellen Wallace


The words of my best Sistah/Friend after I request her to write a poem..
Thank U Stephanie.. I will always recall, how U touch my heart.

"Restore Her", by Louis Maye's

Copyright © 2010 Louis Maye

I have been contemplating ...for quite some time...
that which I am about to say,as for men it is a somewhat delicate subject.

As a young man... I hypothesized...that if one wanted to destroy a group of people...tribe ...or nation of people...then ones primary point of attack ...should be the woman...or women. And a little later in life...
I came across the infamous Willy Lynch letter...which was a confirmation of my past ponderances .
When I returned to New Jersey...in 2002 or 3...I began to hear some disturbing things brothers .
Things like "the woman is your enemy...you don't help the woman...and this from the mouths ...of some self proclaimed righteous ...educated brothers.
In conversation ...just the other day ...I was trying...to impress upon a brother ...the necessity...the need...to lift ...the woman...and restore her to her former station. The basis of my theory ,is that as a people...we must rise to a higher level...but in order to do so ...we must rise as a people...as a whole.
Another point...is ...that as a religious or spiritual person...one has a belief...in a god...a creator...,and along with such a belief one has to know...that all are his...and created for a purpose.
That woman...caught up ...the one you call trick ...ho ....whore...prostitute... chicken head ...bitch.

She is God's creation...His Word made manifest...as are we all. Instead of dropping her on her knees
to service you...you should be lifting her up.
These women no doubt suffer from low self esteem...she is demoralized...and in a state of denial...as shame has so ravaged her mind. Brothers it is our duty...to lift her up...not kick her...when she is down.
We must be the ones to restore her to her rightful station. I have heard it said ...,as no doubt you have also ...the saying ..."you can't turn a ho into a house wife".
Question: have you ever heard of Mary Magdalen...who upon meeting Christ...ceased being a prostitute...and followed Him ...the rest of His life...and her own ...never to return to her former life.
So...although I may not be able to...as is said by men "change a ho into a house wife ...I know someone ...who did ...and can .
For any who may find offense with my diatribe ...get the over it...for the truth hurts no one except of course a liar ...and they that believe in the lie

Parents, I have a question....what’s more difficult....little kids…teens or adult children? (Question posted on Facebook by Stephanie Wallace)

In the formative years I feared being responsible for a new life, a life totally dependent on me. I feared making mistakes, and being wrong in my judgments, not knowing what my child’s later perceptions of me would be.
As the teen years approached, I maintained some of the same fears, although, I managed to become more lenient with myself, and less the lecturing dictator and more the teacher, counselor and friend.
Now, the mother of adult children, I am yet counselor and friend, and at times I find myself being judge and jury. Therefore, in response to your question, the most difficult times were all the times I spent questioning myself, for my children could only follow my lead.
Sista.

“I Ain’t MY HAIR”....

To wake up with no hair to comb would be great,
and not recall how it happen would be even better...
So When I say, "I don't know", I would not be lying...
I'm starting to think hair is over rated...
Dreads might be nice, but the starting process is to messy;
Perms, Relaxers, & Texturizers are far too much work,
with the bi-weekly to monthly trips to the shop, for up keep.
Bald is cool, but looks best on thinner women,
Boy cuts are good, but they still require too much maintenance...
I just want ...Wash and wear... Wash and wear...
Less Hair would cut down on bathroom time, bobby pens, hair clips, and all the other assortment of things we do to be publicly acceptable...
If folks understood what it takes, just to put my hair in a ponytail…uhmm
I run through more brushes than the law allows, due to the length and thickness,
I can’t get anyone to do my hair for less than 75 dollars…
Then it never stays… It’s been three years are better without a relaxer.
Each morning I wake looking like
"Buck-Wheat!!!!" ( :OOOOtaaaay ..LOL)
I need to play that “India Arie” cut and make it my anthem,
“I AM NOT MY HAIR”....

Q: Can You Truly Heal from a friendlationship break-up while enjoying rebounds with multiple Friends?

If the lost Friendlationship had been categorized as Marriage Material…
No! Not even the rebound of new friends nor the influx of good times with old friends will cause the rattling ache of a lost Friendlationship to dissipate... And yes in time the wound will heal, the pain will subside, and Healed people must move on, but like any wound that cuts real deep, the scar will always remain.
~Sista…

Dear Momma (Mother's Day 2010)

Hey Momma, it’s just Kim here…. Clicked into Facebook, to find your face at top of the page…
Something went through me, like the belly grip that comes when riding a rollercoaster… I read the comments left by Jo and Stephanie, then saw that Danny had posted the photo yesterday, the anniversary of that last day. Don’t know why I hadn’t seen this then… yesterday I mean… but perhaps it’s more fitting for me to see today… Mother’s Day… I miss you momma… I keep your photo on my desk… I look to you whenever I’m stuck… when I’m searching for the right words to write, or speak, or just wonder what would momma say, if found in this place, in this situation.. on this day… at this time.
Life?... It’s alright… I’m missing everyone… You, Jo & the girls, Danny & his family… I see Cheryl from time to time, but I see Spanky & Michael most. Their well… You know they’er the hard working ones, always working to achieve something are another… you would be proud of them, holding down school, jobs, and full time parenthood… always being responsible and reliable... Terrenc & LaShanda are well. Terrenc is out the Navy now, and LaShanda is in. LaShanda is nursing now… Their stationed in Virginia now… they pickedup my mini-me the first of the month, and took her back with them to Virginia… I hope they take the opportunity to get with Lisa…well we’ll see.
I miss you Momma, sometimes I hear your voice in my sleep… I see your face in mine… I see myself gesturing and annunciating my words just like you… I never realized we are so much alike, but let me tell ya’… Cheryl is looking more your twin these days than I…. I finally started getting grey hair… It looks good thou, seeing it’s centered to the back of my head… It’s not grey though, it’s silver… and it’s grown so long, I’ve contemplated cutting it…
Daddy’s good… He finally put down that 25 year old Mac, and purchased a new one two months ago…
Well Momma, I guess I’ll be going for now…seeing I’m just rambling… I just wanted to say I love you and I miss you.
Oh… Tell Uncle Al his microwave died two days ago…. The one you gave me in 95…. Ya’ll know I needed that microwave… but I guess it was time, seeing Uncle Al bought it new in 1980, and it’s now 2010….
I miss you Momma… Love always Kim…

In the interest of the Child... “Suffer not the children, in the instability of adult decisions”. ~Sista

My Father & Mother divorced just before my fifth birthday, their relationship, as I recall was volcanic, an 8.5 on the Richter scales of life, and yet, as long as I can remember my Father took it upon himself to provide my sister and I with the funds necessary to purchase Mother’s day, Birthday, and Christmas gifts, for our mother…
My Father also provided us with the funds necessary to purchase his birthday, father’s day, and Christmas gifts, and my mother was polite enough, to assist my sister and I in the choosing of these gifts until we were mature enough to choose wisely for ourselves.
I have always respected my father and mother for these small gifts, and large lessons, for in so doing, they taught me to lay aside my differences, for the common good.
If I could write a commandment, and have it etched in stone, it would read
“Suffer not your children, in the instability of adult decisions”. ~Sista

Life is an Odyssey of Experiences...

Life is an odyssey of experiences, highs and lows, joys and pains, satisfactions and regrets. It’s amazing how time changes our perception of good and bad, right and wrong. The things we once counted cool or in, are now obsolete and intolerable, and as well there are those things, time has confirmed, and established. I am amazed how we change and grow…. In our thirties we look in wonderment at our childhood, in our forties we laugh, bemoan, rejoice and recall our twenties. I wonder what our fifties, sixties and beyond bring, but I am sure, we continue to traverse the odyssey of life, and recollect the moments of our lives with awe, abandonment, acceptance, regret, reward, and renewal. Perhaps life is just that the continued retirement of one way of being and the birthing of another.

You ask, how all this came about… Today I crossed paths with someone I hadn’t seen in 29 years and I realized as nice as it was to see them, and to know they are well, it was even more satisfying once the moment had passed, and they were no longer in my presence… Memories are a tricky thing… as much as one desires to recall the good times, there are something’s… time can never erase.

Except We Agree:

Misery loves company, and hurt people hurt people. If folks fail to take the time needed to heal, they will always repeat the cycle of pain. I have found love means different things to different folks, so we must find our definition of love, and apply it as we await the arrive of that mate, which shares the same definition as ourselves. "Can two walk together, except they agree" Amos 3:3

“Your Faith Makes You Whole”

Although my faith has grown strong exercised and tried, by my experiences in life,
there are yet those weights I have never borne.
The strength of my faith is only as strong as my challenges.
This is true of us all, therefore challenge yourself daily, and your faith will grow.

Homelessness: Whatever You Do Unto The Lest Of These, You Do Unto ME"!

The phone woke me from my good nights sleep,
I rose to open my window shade, as I do each day.
I saw a man eating from the dumpster, and felt compelled to meet him.
I ran about to dress myself, and find something quick to feed him.
As I returned to the window, the gentleman was gone.
These words came to me and now I pass them on…
"Whatever you do unto the least of these, you do unto me."

Copyright © 2010 KRD aka SistaSistaSister


Question: Posted By A Good Friend

Mike Smith America, not to be mean but we are the only country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and mentally ill without treatment. Yet, we have a benefit for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations. 99% of people won't have the guts to copy and repost this !! What about OUR country and OUR people?

Mike Smith

Mother Teresa Quotes

Mother Teresa Quotes:
"The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
Mother Teresa"

COUNTRY IS MY MIDDLE NAME

From the Mid-West,
South-West of Chicago,Illinois,
North of Alabama, Arkansas, Mississippi & Tennessee,
Yes I can cook,
I cook from scratch.
Anything you name,
I will serve you a plate.
Oh' did I mention,
I can also bake,
Pies, Cookies, Cakes
Catch you a fish,
Fillet it
Stake it
Cook it on the bank...
Country is my Middle Name...

Copyright © 2009 KRD aka SistaSistaSister

GOOD BYE

A note,
Balled and thrown
To the concrete path
Inscribed were the words of a lovers last breath
Kicked about
During the noon day rush
Tumbling, transiently, like underbrush
With one big gush of twirling wind
The note is found and read

Good bye my lover, my soul mate and friend
I tried so hard not to succumb, to giving in
I know, I kelp you in the dark
I merely desired to spare your hart
Now I wish I hadn’t kelp it in
And I pray you forgive me for my selfish sin
Had I not sent you away
Perhaps you would have been here today
But I know now what I didn’t know then
This will hurt worse being told by pen

I am free
My soul can sore
I wanted to tell you many times before
But you weren’t ready to explore
Pains corridor
I tried so hard to explain,
Every time I considered your pain
We’ve come to our end
Good Bye My Friend..

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister