Stepping Out On Faith

We hear it all the time from our friends about their plans. Our friends, family members, coworkers, and of course ourselves. We make plans for everything to always ensure when the time is right. Wives plan their pregnancies, while men plan their big financial purchases. Life sometimes pass us by because we're still planning or working out our plan, or waiting on that sign. We're waiting on that promotion to go for that house, we're waiting on less hours at work in order to go back to school. What happens if these things or opportunities don't ever come? Do we keep waiting? Do we direct our minds to keep hope on that sign or financial upper level, or do we pray about it, believe God heard it, and step out on faith? It reminds me of the story in the bible when the man who was lost out at sea, prayed and asked God to save him. However whenever a big boat would pass him by and ask if he needed help he would tell them no because God is on his way. What he did not know is that God sent those boats. Sometimes God is ready to help and willing to give, but if we don't do our part and step out on faith the things we want most will pass us by.

As I step my foot onto the hope of not knowing, my balance is steady. Jesus has secured my stumble, and made it solid. My sight hears far, and my road is safe. And yet its dark, my hand is held. God has me in his veil.
  

Why Does She Copy Everything I Do!

Ladies, have you ever had a friend, colleague, teammate, or schoolmate that copies you. Someone that has seen you with a beautiful polish on your hands and the next day she has the same color too. Or how about that new lipstick color from MAC you're wearing, and the following week, she's showing you she just bought the same color too! You try to look at it as flattery, but then you also feel as though you're losing your originality. This person doesn't hide that she's copying you, but brags to you as if she wants you to know she's mimicking you.

I never realize women can hate who you are but try so hard to be like you.

The art of loving oneself and being freely is overwhelmingly blessed. The ability to find beauty in the way one looks, and achieve it effortlessly is moment less. The love for myself I now see is a blessing, and spiritual gift, as I fight the battle of hating someone who has found me to be their inspiration, I know it is a result of what I'm doing is succeeding...

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Jamaal Foster

A good man lost his life Tuesday and I knew him, a high school girl who loved him.... My first real crush, 15 years old at a bowling alley dance hall for teenagers on the south side of Houston, Hello! A handsome, soft spoken, skin color of the prettiest brown you can find in your grade school crayola box. Dorm room nights of innocence... Praire View University. Long nights of conversations under skylight fire station sirens, and dim light house parties, music daring through Missouri City streets. My hug from him last year for his birthday is now mine forever, If I only knew it would be the last time I would held a little longer, and whisper to you the blessing it was to have you in my life throughout the years.

Thinking about you Jamaal consistently. You were intriguing, a mystery any woman wanted to experience. Your persona was gratifying as your presence was admiring. Your eyes were comforting yet without speaking it seems you were complimenting. Always smiling when I would see you, never shook my hand for hugs were necessary, respectful in distance with later touches of softness. Always gave a compliment or an assuring nod, that always felt so nice. I wish you were still here, however I feel your smile is so near.