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LEARNING TO LOVE AGAIN

After loosing my son, my husband and my new boyfriend all within a two year period, it has been hard to trust or love again. I've had a lot of ups and downs with most of them being downs. Through it all, I never lost faith in G-D.  He has been the only consistent force in my life. Wow, I can't believe it is 2018, time moves on even when you are stuck in the pass. One day you wake up and it feels like a new era and you are finally ready to move on. You fight the fear that grips you every day trying to hold you back, trying to stop your progress. You move beyond the fear and push forward, it is hard, painful but you know you must go on or die. I decided that I am not ready to die yet, I want to live. There is so much I have not done yet, so much left to see, so much yet to learn. 

I went to church on Sunday, the visitors are asked to stand but I never feel like a visitor in my Father's house no matter which house of G-D I go to. The joy that I feel, there is no comparing. Faith for me is to believe even though there is no physical or scientific proof.  Like the wind invisible, you may say, yet there is physical but I say there is physical that I have seen to solidify my belief.  I can't convince anyone they have to find faith on their own, in their own way, I just pray that they do. I always say my G-D is an awesome G-D. Growing up my mom told me you can only find the truth if you ask for knowledge of the word, read it and meditate and pray for the knowledge. 

The song says life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone, I want to keep my thrill. I want to see Paris, Greece and Italy, I want to ride a roller coaster, sky dive and see the Pyramids and not just in my dreams but up front and personal.

Stip en Bloem: Juffencadeautjes

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MY FIRST JOB

I was thinking today about how long I have been working over my life time and it made me think of my first job.  You see I got my first job when I was fifteen and it was a summer job, in the south many families worked during the summer.  I chopped cotton, I was so excited to be working for the first time.  It was not an easy job and you had to be up at three am to catch the truck, meaning a driver would pick up workers armed with their hoe and meal for the day.  We would ride around town gathering the workers to be at the field by five a.m.  Work started at five and ended at two or three o'clock. My first day I started to chop the cotton, learned fast that the name was not the task, I learned that chopping cotton meant removing the grass from around the plant and not chopping down the plant itself.  I had a hard first day but I learned. The next challenge was to keep up and within a week I was able to keep up with the seasoned workers but at first I had to have help.  Once I learned to keep up I would pass on my help to others who needed help keeping up.  I remember one specific time when I came home from work and was too tired to go take a bath right away, I fell into the bed and went right to sleep.  I was awaken by my mother concerned about me, she said I had been screaming and that I pointed in the corner of the bedroom and said he's in the corner and that I laid back down and fell right back to sleep.  I don't remember any of this but my throat was sore from screaming when I got up for my bath.  It was hard work but I wanted the money for school clothing and supplies.  I didn't have to work but I wanted to, my dad would have bought everything I needed, I wanted to be independent and do it myself.  I didn't quit I worked the whole summer and you know what I think my dad was proud of me for it.  I have worked from fifteen years old to fifty-two years old and it has made me a fighter, I am stronger for it.  Do you remember your first job?

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TO ALL OF THE MEN

Okay guys, I'm going to go over the top here, I've been on the chat line for a while now and I have talked to quite a few guys.  So this is my dilemma, I must be Lucky Charms or something, guys who are broken up with their girl, looking for a girl and looking for Mrs. Right after talking to me get lucky, fall in love, make commitments to other women.  I find myself in the friend zone giving advice on what they should do to get the girl, that's really cool but we forget I'm out there looking for someone also.  What is a girl to do?  I make it perfectly clear I'm not there for the sex talk which eliminates more than half of the men on the line.  Then I bump off the married and attached guys, what's left is the few.  What I find, out of the few about half have a crush on someone and are afraid to follow through. Now we have what's left and competition is fierce, I would say there are ten women to that one man.  I have to find another way to fish per say.  I don't do clubs, church is iffy, mall is out, parks are a family affair.  I could always start a fire and see if that hot calendar fireman shows up.  If things weren't bad enough transgender women are hot and put most regular women to shame on their looks. At this point I have reverted to prayer, only God can send you the right man.  I myself see no other hope, I'm laughing so I actually won't cry.  But let's face it, I'm ready to charge $500.00 a session to talk to me, money back guarantee if you don't find the one, within three days of talking to me, LOL, but seriously I'm on a roll. So people, what do you think can anyone help me?  Maybe there is a male good luck charm that works opposite to me.  Just trying to see the lighter side of Life.

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WHEN WE

When we walk, we walk by each other's light,

the inner light of God himself.

When we speak to one another,

we speak silently with passion.

When we dream,

we float above the stars,

to heights unimagined.

When we make Love to each other,

it is in spirit and soul,

on a level few have achieved. 

When we, are we, there is no stopping us.

Contessa

Westlife - You Raise Me Up

HURTING YOURSELF TO LIVE

This is my story, the story of my first love and not many people, if any know this story. I kept this story secret even from my best friend, I think only God and his angels know this story. Why tell it now you may ask because maybe it will touch another human, maybe save a life. It starts with a fifteen year old girl, raised in a strict family environment, having her first boyfriend. My first boyfriend name was Percy, he was tall, handsome and eighteen years old. There were rules in place to protect me. He had to come to my house to pick me up, he could not have me out pass eight o'clock, if he wanted to see me pass eight he would have to visit with the whole family and leave at a decent time. So yes, needless to say he started running around with females without such restrictions. I found out and my heart was broken, I think I broke his heart too, when I broke up with him. I gave him true love, you know the kind of love where there is no doubt. The love a child gives, innocent, pure, true and trusting. We as adults loose the ability to love like that, too much hurt, too many lies and our eyes are opened to the world. I broke my own heart when I choose to break up with him, then I decided that I could no longer live without him in my life. At fifteen my life had came to an end, I took as many pills as I could, I took aspirin, blood pressure pills, pills I did not know what they were for, but I took it anyway and went to bed and to sleep, thinking I would never wake again. I woke in the middle of the night, the room was spinning and then I don't know, I was not in the house anymore. I was somewhere in a foggy place and the man there with me I couldn't see but I could hear him. He asked me why I had done what I did and I told him because I did not want to live anymore like this, with this pain. He said if I die now there was no coming back, and I said I did not care, I do not want to come back. He was fighting a loosing battle with me until he said something that meant more to me than anything, he said I could never see my mom again and the thought of never seeing her again broke my heart and the ice that held it. At this point I could truly feel the dread of Hell to not be able to see someone you love so, never again. At this point I started to cry and tell the man I wanted to live, I want to live. The feeling was like a vacuum, I felt myself smash into myself and just as sudden as that happened, I was sick and had to throw up. When I tried to stand up to run to the bathroom my legs collapse underneath me and I had to crawl the whole way. I felt like I was throwing up forever, like my guts were going to come out, when I thought I was done I would still gag and bitter clear liquid would come up. When my night was done, and I had recovered I looked at my life and life in general in a different way. I have respect for my life and for others and you know what there are higher beings. You may say I was in a drug induced hallucination but was I really. I saw that guy again soon after his family moved to Texas and I to this day still love him but I learned to love me more. I freed myself and I don't recommend this way to anyone, it was very painful and the recovery was slow. Now the point why tell this story now, well I met a man Samuel, Sam for short and I noticed that I am doing most of the work on the relationship. I've choose to stop calling, texting and communicating with his to see what he will do. Do he care or am I just the side chick he keep hanging on as a backup? Let's test him, shall we, if he fails I will just move on, but I do really like him. Sometimes we have to hurt ourselves to save ourselves from a greater hurt. I would say wish me luck but that is a matter of perception. God bless to all, and thanks for reading my blog.

Knight in Shining Armor

It's cold in this world and there is so much bad stuff happening, isn't it.  I find even if you are a strong woman you still look for that Knight to come save you.  It's really hard for me right now, with all the loss in my life, no job,no home and no one there to hold me or encourage me, telling me I can do it.  I have to do it all, I have to find a way to be the knight that I seek. It's really hard because as a female child, I like many others was fed the program of the Knight in Shining Armor.  The books we read, simply watching our mothers interact with our fathers, television and the list goes on and on.  You know what it really sucks to start over at fifty.  The good thing is, I am now not responsible for small children.  The bad thing, I still have to find a job, place to live and food to eat.  I was talking to a friend and I suggested strapping on a back pack and just heading out, that's insane he said but I don't know maybe I will find myself, where I belong in life, start a new chapter.  I don't know I'm still up in the air on life.  What do you think, go back to work or go on the open road and let me remind you it is just as dangerous in your own home now as any other place.  I could sit by and wait for that knight but me, I've always been impatient.  I've always been a go-getter, no reason to change that now.  But still in the middle of the night, when it is the darkest I cry.

Starting Over

It's such a beautiful world we live in, yet it is hard starting over.  I find myself 50+ and suddenly I realize I have nothing left and nowhere to go.  I've always been proud of myself for not being a quitter.  When my kids were young and I was a single mom, I went to social service for help and after sending be back and forth for this paper or that paper, I found I was making $20.00 too much for them to be able to help me.  Lots of people would have fell apart but I just got another job, sure I missed some of my kids moments but I kept a roof over their heads, them fed and their clothes were nice, maybe not the name brand but that wasn't important anyway.  I married a good man who earned the respect of my children and we saw them grow to adults, who knew I would out live one child and my spouse.  My husband was ill for a while and at 35 he passed away, he had for years tried to get on Social Security, they found he qualified after he died.  Found out I can't draw his SS until I'm 60 years old 7 more years unless I am disabled.  I've tried freelance jobs online and some marketing made a little but not much, so here I am, where do I go from here?  I have worked since I was 15 years old and many times, more than one job at a time, lazy isn't my problem.  As a child I laughed at those funny looking lazy, slow talking black people I saw on TV, I wondered what country they were in, no one I knew was like that, later I was made aware that it was a stereotype and it was suppose to be my race.  I was angry when I found this out but as I grew so did my knowledge and I had hoped that our country would never have to endure such racism again but here it is the year 2016 and it seems we as a people have digressed, we have drifted to a dark time where we want to make America great again.  America is great because of it's diversity, each region of the United States have cultures that are the charm of those  regions.  Our country was at it's greatest when we were together as a people, and as the people it would do us good to remember: UNITED WE STAND DIVIDED WE FALL.  One stick is easy to break but a bundle is hard.