IMG_0512  —————————————–Who would dare rejoice only four days after five months of complete despair? That type of despair that makes you wanna call “yo momma” or wish you had a momma.

Cuz a momma like that knows despair. She could tell mine was significant. So from a sleepy hello she went deep and served up the Word of God.  Her ability to heal a broken spirit, listen as a trembling voice speaks out of tears and still speak; “you will be alright.” She made it believable—-a true God sent.

 A devilish lie says, ‘Oh, this joy will only last a season.’ So, my petty fears almost join in on that lie and hurt me by justifying my suspicions; giving way to only mild “hallelujahs”. But the cool part is God knows our weaknesses and loves us—–just because… no strings attached.

Not even the angels can give your testimony when the smoke of despair finally clears so HALLELUJAH LORD, I CAN SEE A CHANGE A COMIN’!!!! You will show me my life through the glasses that are Heaven made so’s I’s can see your hand in my plans.



Li(f)e as we know it

None              WHO has time for the run around? NOT ME!!!    I want the statement straight and truthful.  I’d rather have the “UGLY” truth than a “pretty” LIE.

             The ugliness of the LIE is far worse than any UGLINESS in truth.

             Truth will set you free—-NO AMOUNT OF UGLINESS in freedom will scare you worse than a PRETTY LIE when exposed to the light of TRUTH.                MrsO2005


Transfixed yet not Transformed

211090_339602056155192_1329532875_nEverybody has heard tell of how you were transfixed. Much of what you claimed happened would provide us with the reason for no real transformation.

Therein lies the lies which lay out no true road map to happiness.  Is happiness enough? Probably not yet. Much of the delight arrives once you stop transfixing and begin some type of transformation. But you can’t do if on your own.

Each new day is another chance to start over again.  There is a two step process: TRANSFIXED ACTIONS REFUSING TO STAY STATIC BUT LEADING ONE INTO A TRUE TRANSFORMATION…FOR THE BETTER!!


“What You Say ‘Bout Gospel Music?”

music-notes-clipart-worship-4gospel music came about cause somebody had to embrace this illegitimate child of “REAL” church music and honky-tonk or was it Blues, or was it Jazz? Honey, it could have been joined up with all of them.  But if you were any kind of self respectin’ church folk you simply could not accept that type of UNHOLY ALLIANCE…it was pure trash.

This UNION was created when the “prodigal children” musicians and singers hung “out all nite”. Honey, these chern had to be undercover cause even they knew they ain’t had “no do right” in them.  So, they camouflaged their “religious training” to fit inside the joot joints and shot houses. They had to play and sing in a way so the people could shake their “boody” and drown their sorrows… hear bits and pieces of grandma’s church songs of old; without slipping into the guilt trip that took them back down the memory lanes of Sunday morning hangovers.

But the bad part about us “CHURCH FOLK” was when our prodigal CHERN came home to stay; along with their honky tonk-ed up, Blues-ed up or Jazz-ed religious musical training, we transformed into Pharisees and went, “um…, um…, umph!” So in the process, we lost the prodigal and their new craft.

Well, as the religious “Umphers” started getting older and deafer; it seemed like a new breed of CHURCH FOLK start running things… they called them ‘Jesus Freaks’. They loved everybody, mixed up the races, served ya when it was hard, loved ya when ya was wrong and just generally didn’t wanna do anybody any harm; living just like Jesus. It took them to reclaim what the devil thought was his…that trashy mixture of the secular and the sacred.

So now, when you sitting in church you might hear a hymn, a gospel tune, a Christian country western song, a rap style gospel. A Bluesy hymn. Honey, the list goes on—- so we just gotta keep remembering that God’s house gotsa “plenty good room” for whosoever will come.


Caught Between Two Summers

There should be a lesson with over staying any event. Once your “dogs” are talking to you——listen because there could be an important message being communicated. The lights, music, party people and libations are all diversions from the fact that being awake for 15 hours could be harmful to your health.

So, you settle for the excuse: ‘I’m just caught between two summers, reliving the parties that set the bar high, and trying to stay connected with a little self care… you know, I gotta land with the “in” crowd for once.’

The gracious hosts were nowhere to be found. The sloppy drunks even frowned at you—-didn’t you notice? His best advice was “…ex-cuse me Miss…get to gettin’ cuz you done over stayed yo stay”



What A Wondrous Sight

rest stopFeatherweights make calls to their mates amidst tall evergreens shading various patches on an emerald carpet.

What a  wondrous sight for the road weary. Left to its own devices, thickened groves would prevent casual walks, uncovered sandwiches and quiet reflections.

The road weary need a wondrous sight cuz their eyes are sick of road lines, fast paced drivers, roadhogs speeding by on 18 wheels and busy bodies riding pass exits with their right blinders set on eternity.

Colorful featherweights dart from tree to tree seeking a better view than the one on the other branch; with a chance for a bird’s eye view of the wondrous sights.

Shadows lengthening out as they give forth gentle reminders that these wondrous sights were carved out, paved over and dotted with floral accents near the rest stop to let the road trip continue as you long for sleepier schedules; allowing a fuller feast upon the wondrous sights.



20161127_124610If I ever look at you with a look that kills; just smile back. Give me a hug and look deeply in my eyes and defuse my mess. If the truth is true, you will find that I’m a big old marshmallow with a crusty, hard outer shell that might chip a tooth. Once you get pass my fake ferocious manner, you could be pleasantly surprised.


Home Remedies for What’s Ailing Ya



A cheesy smile—needs a frowning cracker.

A juicy mouth—needs a dry sponge.

A sore back——needs a relaxed front.

A lying tongue—needs a truthful tonsil.

A trick knee——needs a bowlegged magician.

A full stomach—needs an empty pair of pants.

A funny bone—–needs a humor-less X-ray.

A face lift———–needs a planet with no gravity.

A bruised rib—–needs some soft BBQ sauce.

A tickle in the throat—needs a massage in a glass.

                            AND LASTLY

A runny nose——needs sneakers with tissues. 





So, if you think Jesus as deity is a riddle—check behind your ears cuz they’re still wet. Won’t you look in His face…just a little?  Is it because you have your safety net?

Now you are sinking in the sea of circumstances.  Your heart of flesh is as hard as a rock. Why don’t you give your heart to Jesus? DO IT WITHOUT A DELAY! He’ll be there to help you out.

Can you swim in a crashing wave? Where’s your shelter from the howling wind? Have you ever trembled when you heard the thunder? WELL, just keep your eyes on Him. JUST KEEP your eyes on Him.



Wonderful wonder



The two couples whom allowed me to hang out with them were such a delight; for the night of revelry meant for you and I.

I gave them each a bit of my soul reserved for you. There was no ill-will set up to disregard you. Just a kindly gesture meant to say, “thank you for sharing a bit of your souls with me”.

There is much resentment that you have reserved for me because I’d dare to go out and have an adventure; a wonderful wonder.  Your icy coldness does not trump my wonderful wonder therefore my sadness is caught up in your missing a chance to connect. We are lost in the maze.