OMG, it’s been five whole days, since I last posted!!! Bad me!!! Okay, now that I’ve scolded myself, let’s get back to blogging. So, I’ve not taken the time to pen a new post, but that doesn’t mean, I’ve not been doing, absolutely, jack spit. Of course I’ve been doing my MORNING TALK WITH RED HAWK SHOW, I’m now up to six episodes, make sure you take a listen, when you have time. I’ve also been networking, which takes up time, within itself. One of the people I’ve been networking with, I met her in a group on facebook, and guess what, we’re in the same city. What were the chances of that, I mean, really? Anywho, this individual is trying to make something powerful happen, aren’t we all??? Well, not some of us, some of us, are a part of the problem, instead of trying to come up with solutions, but that’s okay, long as you who are reading this, are in the solution line, that’s all I’m concerned about, right now. So, this individual, has a cause, yes, a lot of us have causes, but this cause is so great, because not only does it bring awareness to a huge problem, it also brings a solution, that is a healer. My new friend, Ms. Marshelle Woodland, also known as, Ms. Woody, by her comedic stage name, has taken on bullying! This video gives you insight into what she had to endure, because of a bullying boss, at work. By Ms. Woody, also being a comedienne, she has also started a campaign to raise funds and more awareness, for her cause, through her business, http://www.midwestshowmefunnyentertainment.com/Home_Page.html. Please, share this information, as I have, so that we can help heal the world, one cause, one day, one person, at a time. Until next time…LIVE, LOVE, LEARN.
“One day at a time sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m askin’ of you, just give me the strength, to do every day, what I have to do, yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus, and tomorrow may never be mine Lord, help me today, show me the way, one day at a time…” those are the lyrics of a song, that I grew up listening to. It must have been instilled, as it is how I live my life, today, many moons, from my childhood Society puts “due dates” on stuff, have you fretting about the future, will I be able to make the deadline? I’m now 47 years, young, and when I tell you that, for the most part, I try not to look at due dates, except to have a clue as to, WHEN, THEY expect, things to take place. The way that I live, it’s on a first come, first served basis. It’s on a, I’ll see what I can do, basis. What I have learned is, that, when I can’t, GOD WILL. He’ll make a way, out of no way, He’ll make sure that my concerns, my cares, are taken care of. When I tell you that, I don’t be having a clue, as to WHEN, but I do know that, He WILL, and that is why I’m writing today. Right now, I’m in a very critical period in my life, one where I have NO CHOICE, but to trust God. Things are so jacked up, that, I’m relying solely on my faith, and my knowledge that, “HE’S NEVER FORSAKEN THE PRAYERS/PRAISES OF THE RIGHTEOUS”. Today, I knew that I needed Him to work on my behalf, and if you listened to my, MORNING TALK WITH THE RED HAWK SHOW, http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theredhawk1967/2015/01/14/morning-talk-with-the-red-hawk, you heard my prayer, and guess what, HE DELIVERED!!!!!
This is basically my praise report, so that those who are waiting on a miracle, waiting on their break-thru, waiting on God to answer their prayer…HOLD ON, CHANGE IS COMING. Try to think of everything in a, ONE DAY AT A TIME, motion, get thru that day’s issue, and let tomorrow take care of itself. Until next time, LIVE, LOVE, LEARN.
My struggle, your strength. Wow, was just told that my struggle, is someone’s strength. When I share my life, my struggles, my everything with the world, someone is out there, gaining strength, why, because perhaps their life is not as tough as mine, perhaps their struggle is a tad bit easier than mine, perhaps they needed to know that their situation isn’t as bad as it could be, but whatever the case, they are gaining strength from my struggle. See, everything has a purpose. Some would think that I am complaining, when in actuality, I’m sharing, it’s what I do best. STOP SHARING AND START DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT, someone might be screaming for the hundredth time. But I am doing something about it, I’m a writer, it’s what I do, it’s a part of my gift, it’s through my sharing that I am doing something about it, and that something about it, is giving someone strength. I am inspired to share even more, I am motivated to write even more, I AM doing. When I share, I let you inside my world, when I write, I write from my heart and soul, some wish they could do either. It is easy for me, sharing is caring, and I truly care. As an adviser, one of the things that people acknowledge is the fact that I have life experience and wisdom, and those things have been acquired from my struggle, from my triumphs, from my pain. I share them, because I have a need to share them. Sharing them, is a form of therapy for me, and if others gain strength from me sharing, then I am yet, serving my purpose. A lot of times, people go through life, feeling as if no one really cares about their concerns or issues, so they keep them to their selves. Well, I’m just the opposite, I don’t share because I want people to care, I share because I care, and if my sharing, gives someone peace, if my sharing, gives someone hope, if my sharing, gives someone inspiration, then my sharing will never be in vain. Until next time, LIVE, LOVE, LEARN.
So me and mommi were on our daily walk yesterday, and we’re discussing how insensitive and non-caring people seem to be, and let me keep it real, not, seem to be, but ARE. I’m like, I can’t believe not more than one person, saw fit, to donate to my cause…it’s enough to make you go insane, when all you’ve asked for was $5.00. It’s the principle of the matter, that no one thought enough of me, to plant a $5.00 seed into my need. And mind you, it’s merely conversation at this point, because at the end of the day, I know that my needs will be met, as they have always been met, somehow, someway. But anyway, we’re on our way to the convenience store, which by the way is not so convenient, when you’re going for a specific reason, or item, and it’s not available, but anyway, as we’re checking out, mommi first, and she’s $1.65 short on her bill, so she turns to me, and well, I don’t have any cash, and just had enough for my purchases on my card, so this man, a man, neither of us knew, says to the clerk, “I got the rest”. Mommi turns around and thanks him, and the clerk says, “he’s a very nice man,” in his Arabian voice. Mind you, the man who helped, did not speak clear English, sounded like he had an African accent, which explains why he might have felt compelled to cover the rest, and no matter how small it was, the gesture alone, rang loud and clear. I turned to the man, and thanked him also, and more importantly, told him that I would mention him in my blog, as he had just proved to me that there ARE people who still care about each other, that there are people who share from their finances, even to those they don’t even know. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to give financially, but when I was able, I would never hesitate to help, if someone who came across my path needed it. It brought me such joy to be able to see the smile AND surprise on their faces, brought on by a total stranger. Felt great to give, not expecting anything in return, as I never saw most of them again. I know that it’s a rarity to find people such as myself, and if they are around, they choose to give to other causes, which is fine, as long as they give. But it seems that the majority of humans have become heart-hardened, to the point that they can’t act upon the need of others, based on what they might feel about them. But when you think about it, a need is a need, and if you don’t feel compelled to give, even a small portion of help, what does that really say about you? At any rate, the walk home, was even better than on the way. The sun was beaming, and my heart was feeling all warm and fuzzy, simply from the revelation that there are STILL strangers who have compassion, and that compassion was shared on someone I love. Until next time, LIVE, LOVE, LEARN.