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Does prayer offend you?


This was the question I posed to a group of ladies after witnessing a few become annoyed by a prayer. Let me start from the beginning…

I often pray with and get encouragement from a fellow coworker. She doesn’t work in my department, but her job puts her in close proximity to mines. It’s amazing how certain individuals are drawn together. This powerful woman of God, whom for the sake of this story I’ll call “Deborah” (later I will explain why I call her that). “Deborah” is highly spiritual and without a doubt carrying an awesome anointing. There were three older ladies in the waiting area. Think of these women as the “church mothers”, “the big Mamma’s”, the Sister Sarah’s and nem. All of a sudden, I heard them speaking with “Deborah”. Within seconds, I felt a huge surge. A force so very strong that I had no choice but to go and see what was beckoning me. Those church mothers and “Deborah” were holding hands with bowed heads. Clearly, prayer and reverence was taking place. They were barely speaking above a whisper, but I still managed to hear and recognize a holy language being spoken between them. I walked into the hallway, and was nearly knocked off my feet. Behold the surge. So strong and so high. Lord almighty!!!! I felt it through every bone in my body. I walked around that circle of women and I had no idea what they were praying about, I just made a quick
decision to touch them all, and I said out loud that I was touching and agreeing on whatever it was they were praying about.
That power, the surge, the Holy Spirit that flowed through that hallway couldn’t be denied. Again, I stress that their voices were barely above a whisper. Also, no other “customers” were there. Then, it happened. Four other coworkers walked into the hallway and began to project a look and a feeling of pure disdain. They began to shuffle around and whisper. They rolled their eyes, they shook their heads, and they scurried about some more. The seemed to become unhinged.
THEY WERE OFFENDED!!
But why?
As a believer, I couldn’t wrap my mind around exactly what part of this minimal demonstration, lasting 2-3 mins, tops, offended them!
Was it prayer in and of itself?
Was it the coming together of individuals in mind, soul, and body that they saw?
Was it the holy language that they heard?
Was it because it was happening in the workplace?
Are they non-believers?
I mean what?
A myriad of questions invaded my thoughts. All of a sudden now, I was offended. Offended from their immediate display of disdain. Offended because they were talking about it negatively. Offended because they spoke about my friend. My sister in Christ. Perhaps talking about getting “Deborah” banned from our floor. Hold up…
Say what now..
Ok, that’s it, I’m fading to black.

I went around asking, does prayer offend you? I couldn’t get one person to tell me yes. Not one person. But they continued to hush and scurry amongst each other for the rest of the day. One person told Deborah, I wasn’t offended, but others were. Humph! She was too. Just unable to admit it when confronted. We don’t all have to agree, and people are free to believe whatever they choose. Free will, we have that choice. If you don’t agree with prayer, don’t participate. But to go that far, when this is what the church mothers were about, it was what they wanted, I mean you could see that. You would think that it was praise dancing, tambourine banging, hooping and hollering going on. Their voices were barely above a whisper. I was just, blown. I’m trying to write this with an open mind, to be objective in my approach and all that, and I guess I have failed miserably with this post. I am totally subjective and I have to admit, the way they behaved, it bothered me. It awakened in me a deep hostility. It reminded me of racism, sexism, and all the other isms I can’t find right now in my mind, but please say you get my drift. It just took me to a weird place. Am I overreacting? Is this my stuff? Naw, it can’t just be me. Now, could “Deborah” had moved along elsewhere and not felt the disapproval of the others.
Sure.
Although they weren’t loud, could she had been more discreet?
Absolutely.
But, she told me, “The Lord told me to pray, right then, right there so, I couldn’t disobey. I will not cower and hide. I will not deny my God”. Hallelujah!!!
She moves about doing her job and while doing that, she is witnessing, she is giving a kind word, a warm smile, a positive way of thinking. She is speaking into your life, and you are just drawn to her spirit. If you know the biblical story of Deborah which can be found in the book of judges, you’ll understand why I call her this.
In the bible, Deborah was such a strong woman, a Prophetess and the only female judge mentioned. Deborah helped bring a great victory for God’s people. I’m saying all this to say that sometimes everything that has the ability to shake will be shook. I get that. We all have our assignments, and others have theirs. To me, it was an appointed time. The “church mothers” were like a breath of fresh air. Like angels on assignment. “Deborah” was in the right place at the right time. I found the whole experience beautiful and humbling. It still saddens and frustrates me, that people are often too quick to judge that in which they don’t understand.

Oh well, at this point I’m probably about to start rambling, so I guess I should close out this post. I just really needed to get this off my chest.
And..
I honestly want to know, does prayer offend you? Is there a right or wrong time and or place for this? Please share your thoughts and thanks for reading.

Peace and Blessings,
Dee

Let us each now embrace our solem duty. Let us answer the call of duty. God bless you and may he forever bless these United States of America

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I, Barack Obama….. Oh that moment that he stood before God and America to take the oath of presidency was extremely humbling. Not just because of the obvious fact that he is indeed a black man, but much more than that, his election is synonymous with presenting his body as a living sacrifice. His life will never be the same, and it’s a huge sacrifice he’s made for himself, his family, and Americans as a whole. On this day honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, we also brought forth a monumental moment in history, watching the first black American President taking oath of office for a second time. The Presidential Inauguration of 2013. This moment!
For me, this was so reflective of history securing the future. The foundation that was laid by our forefathers, by those killed and brutalized for some of the same rights that we take for granted today. I don’t take it lightly. To take the oath on the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr’s march on Washington was a move anchored by none other than our heavenly father above. It was predetermined and truly destined. Ushered in this great moment, still lies the past. As I sat and watched this moment with my children and realized that we have been a part of history. What an awesome feeling overcame my heart. I am speaking to them, and they seem as if they aren’t fully getting it, but I know that they are, I know they are.
The Presidents speech was engaging, diverse, and inclusive. Awe inspiring and up-lifting. As always, he delivered it eloquently and with conviction. Although he spoke so many great words, some stuck out to me and remained with me long after.

“While Freedom is a gift from God, it must be secured by his people here on earth”

“Now more than ever we must do these things together as one nation and one people”

“An economic recovery has begun”

“My fellow Americans, we were made for this moment and we will cease it as long as we cease it together”

“We do not believe that freedom is reserved for the lucky or available only to the few”

“We the people still believe that securing security and peace do not require perpetual war”

“We the People declare today that all of us were created equal and that is the star that guides us still”

” Let us each now embrace our solem duty. Let us answer the call of duty. God bless you and may he forever bless these United States of America”

I do pray for the hand of God to encompass the entire first family and others in political office. To keep them safe, whole, protected, and of sound mind.

I’m extremely honored that President Barack Obama has answered the call. How many of us have truly answered our life’s call? As an African American, sure it’s
a great moment in my life and the lives of most black Americans. More than anything though, we should allow these moments of history to solidify our own willingness to make life better, not just for ourselves, but for others as well.

The past has come full circle with the future.

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Happy MLK and Inauguration day
Peace and blessings
Dee

MLK is still my childhood hero. Happy Birthday to one of the worlds greatest visionaries, and overall makers of peace. In observance of today, I thought it best to reblog my thoughts from last year.

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Fashion break.
Hence the title, this is not a fashion post. In honor of MLK day, I decided to share a childhood memory in representation of the day.

It started when I was a kid, my fascination with the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King. I don’t really know exactly how my obsession began, but I made it my business to devour every piece of literature I could find on King. For starters, we didn’t have a lot of images in books at school of black americans. There were a select few and among them, my favorites were Harriet Tubman, Langston Hughes, and Martin Luther King.
Dr. King was the most talked about famous black American.
I credit my grandfather for learning me up on several black americans that I would have never otherwise heard of.

In 1983 I was in the 6th grade, and I had an…

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I’ve decided, I’ll have to share this story in parts instead of one long post. It’s long, and I don’t want you to start yawning. Excuse the length, but I don’t want to spare any detail. It’s high time I share the happenings of Dee (like you care) lol..

Part of the problem is that I honestly don’t know where to start. It’s been so long. I’ve even neglected regular entries into my own personal journal and that is so unlike me. Formost, I am fine. Better than fine. I’m great. I’ve had a two month long personal inventory so to speak. My soul started stirring sometime back in Febuary when I started attending an 8 week long intensive on financial liberation at my church. Who doesn’t discuss or go through things financially. With today’s economy, please. It’s what we discuss. But yet, we are still spending. I know I amwas.

I’m your classic spender, far from a saver and, I didn’t need a class to tell me that. I did however need the class to make me face the fact that if I continued on “spending” the way I was that my children were going to be on the welfare line, literally. It’s so much deeper than I’m sure I can even describe, but during my attendance in the class, reading, studying and budgeting (I hate the word budget) something happened inside of me. God started dealing with me. I was challenged and stretched in ways I never could imagine, and in the end, I gained FREEDOM. My pastor really is a visionary. Several months ago he started preaching a series on faith and family finances. It was so intense, I saw myself in every sermon and I just knew he was talking directly to me! That series was the jump off for the class I attended titled, “I was broke, now I’m not”. Babyyy, let me tell you, it changed my life. The creator of the program, Joe Sangl is serious about debt and financial freedom. He has books, a web based program, lecture series, and a host of tools to get you started on the road to gaining control of your finances. You can look up the course online it’s called, “I was broke,now I’m not”.

The class didn’t cost me anything. Not a dime. Well, I paid $15 for the book, and $5 for the workbook. With what I gained, that was nothing. I started thinking about all those receipts sitting in that plastic container I keep, thinking about all the ways I had totally misused my money. A savings plan, forget about it. I heard a few say they have no problem saving. And I think that’s great. But for me.. Yeah, I have a savings account, one that I put money into and probably just take it out within the next few weeks. That’s not saving. But that’s how I’ve been rolling. I am not ashamed to talk about it, I don’t care who talks about it or what they think of me for discussing it. I’m trying to help somebody else get free. Savings and spending were interchangeable for me. I didn’t understand how I had gotten to this place, and I surely didn’t know I had a problem. You know it’s one of those things, you know about it, it’s there, it exist, but when it’s placed in your lap and it’s just you in the room and your forced to look at it, all of a sudden a light bulb goes off. Oh wow, is this what I’ve been doing? Ohhhh I’ve been messing up, disrespecting my money and my future. It took a while to get me to this point(debt) and it was going to take radical change to get me out. Admitting it was the first step. For the first time in my life, I started thinking about being free in my finances. I decided I wasn’t going to spend anymore for a while. No more shopping. No more useless spending. No dining out, only necessities. A financial fast. It killed me!!!!! Ok, here goes. I am a bit of a shopaholic and a spendaholic. There, I said it.
It was time for a change and day by day it became easier to stop spending, and more worth it. I was reading, studying, and saving. While the fasting part wasn’t a requirement, it taught me discipline. I learned things I never knew about me and money. Mainly how much I waste.
I gained so much from taking this class. The lessons are practical and can very effective if used properly. I never had a budget in my life, until now! I’ve justified my outrages spending by catching sales. As much as I spend, it just never dawned on me to save. I’ve been living in the moment.
At graduation, I humbly accepted my certificate of completion. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come. I couldn’t believe how much I’d accomplished. I cried and cried and cried tears of joy. Tears of freedom. The experience was one I’ll never forget.

(check back tomorrow for part 2 and links to some of the tools I used)

Peace and Blessings
Dee

Hello Dears,
You know how I feel about self empowerment and preservation. So that’s how I’m starting my Friday with encouragement and uplifting to my ladies.. (I know i have a few men readers, well just substitute lady for man, etc.- I care about you guys too!)

Rule #10 for maintaining a healthy you from the inside out:
So,things didn’t turn out the way you wanted. Don’t throw in the towel just because of what happend yesterday. Sometimes yesterday is a great pathway to a major comeback for today!!!!

#11 Don’t let your representative show up. Be yourself. None are perfect and all fall short. Never suppress the person who is inside of you. Be proud. Be brave. Be you. Those who love you don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter.

#12 Ladies, you are so brilliant and beautiful. Big, small, short, and tall. Variety is the spice of life. Without you, new life cannot spring forth. God didn’t equip a man to carry the fruit, he equipped him to plant it. Recognize your power, your call and your gift. You are important and you are beautiful.

#13 The same God that brought you through the madness last time is the same God that will bring you through again. His mercy endures forever. He is not through blessing you yet. Let’s claim it, name it, believe it, conceive it, and achieve it. We don’t have to wait til we get it. we can praise him for it right now. Pre-praise by way of faith. He hasn’t forgotten you, keep patient and watch him work.

#14 Find “that thing” inside of you.. You know, the thing you can’t contain, the thing that makes your fibers pulsate. Your gift, your purpose, your call, your desire. Find it, nuture it, share it, and live. Go get yo life!

#15 Don’t get upset when people try to emulate you. Be flattered, for they can try to carbon copy everything about you, except your favor.

Now take that advice and stuff it all the way down inside your pretty girl self. 🙂

I’m wearing
Dress- H&M
Tights, shoes- Target
Shrug- Old Navy
Bracelets, rings, watch
Earrings- Rashidagurl

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I had been looking for this dress for months. I couldn’t find it anywhere in my size. In November I went on a shopping trip to New York and I bought it. I was so happy and couldn’t wait to get home and try it on. Imagine me when it didn’t fit!! I then started a massive hunt to find that dress at another H&M. It turned into an obsession Finally months later, I was in H&M for some other thing, and I spotted “my”dress, in “my” size on “my” favorite rack, the clearance. I ended up only paying $7 bucks for it.. I decided to wear it after seeing it hanging up for a while. I got all kinds of compliments on this dress.

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I am praying that you all have an awesome Friday and a wonderful weekend.

Peace and Blessings,
Dee

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Fashion break.
Hence the title, this is not a fashion post. In honor of MLK day, I decided to share a childhood memory in representation of the day.

It started when I was a kid, my fascination with the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King. I don’t really know exactly how my obsession began, but I made it my business to devour every piece of literature I could find on King. For starters, we didn’t have a lot of images in books at school of black americans. There were a select few and among them, my favorites were Harriet Tubman, Langston Hughes, and Martin Luther King.
Dr. King was the most talked about famous black American.
I credit my grandfather for learning me up on several black americans that I would have never otherwise heard of.

In 1983 I was in the 6th grade, and I had an assignment to write an essay on a famous black American. I was elated since Martin Luther King Jr was my favorite person in black history, and I knew everything their was to know about him. Imagine my disappointment when the assignment had been been given to another student, and I had to pick another subject. I settled on Langston Hughes who was my second favorite mostly due to his beautiful and eloquently written poetry.
I had my heart set on my Dr King essay though which had turned into a full on speech! I approached my grandfather who was the Pastor of our church and asked if I could read it on Sunday during service. He was all to eager and encouraging to me in a way that warmed my heart. I worked on that paper relentlessly, and I was quite proud of it. I read it aloud for my mother, my aunts, and my grandparents. They all told me it was good work, and I was so excited for Sunday to arrive. The time came for me to read my paper to the congregation at church. I was introduced. I walked up to the podium, and suddenly, I felt woozy. My hands began to tremble, my palms were wet with sweat, my vision was blurry, and my voice had completely disappeared. I remember looking into the audience as people were smiling at me, chanting things like “it’s ok baby, take your time”. This is the moment when I learned that I had stage fright. This was also the moment I realized, I can express myself very well on paper, but in a crowded room, during church service, it just wasn’t happening. I don’t know how I made it through those few minutes that of course seemed like hours. I don’t even know if I read the entire thing, or if my voice was heard even though I spoke into a mic. But I do know, that I was embarrassed and humiliated. I felt like I had let my church down, my family and my grandfather. To my surprise, my grandparents told me that I did a good job inspite of my fears.
It’s a funny story today, but back then, I was horrified.
I’m still a better writer than I am a public speaker. I have gotten better though. As a matter of fact, sometimes I can’t shut up. Ha!

And that’s my childhood memory for MLK day.

I spent my day off lounging, working my vision board, reflecting, and having my kids look up facts about Dr. King. They left me high and dry after a while. Lol..

How about you. Do you have any favorite quotes or memories about MLK.
Check out a few of my favorite quotes below:

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the vitriolic words and actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good people.

Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better.

A lie cannot live.

He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it.
-MLK

I thank God for Martin’s dream as well as his stance on equality and justice for all people regardless of race, color, or creed. I’m still fascinated by his claim to fame and will never forget the sacrifices others have made on behalf of a better America.

Happy MLK day everyone. Peace and blessings,
Dee

Hello Dears,
What a year it’s been. Filled with highs and lows, blessings, and lessons. The lessons haven’t all been easy, and I’ve fought some of them tooth and nail..but God.

The year gave me some amazing discoveries, new challenges, new relationships, a few heartbreaks, some healing of old wounds, and closed some doors that had been opened far too long.

My children are growing up, they are beautiful, smart and talented. They push me to the brink and pull me right back up
with a smile. This year, they’ve shown me some things, helped me face difficulties, and truly solidified for me that parenting is the hardest job on the planet. With that being said, I’m honored to have been chosen. I love my children, they are a gift and I’m anxious, nervous, and excited to travel new beginnings with them. They are everything!

My relationship with God is greater than ever. My faith-walk has been tested, but God has sustained me, and kept me through some really trying times. I’ve fouled up, screwed up, fell down, and all things in between, but he still favors me. I can’t thank him enough for all he’s done for me. Some may proceed with caution, because I am a Jesus freak!!! Who cares though, man didn’t keep me, God did. I had to tell y’all about it too, I’ve had an amazing year in Christ.

This year a part of my family that I was sort of disconnected from become hugely connected. My grandfather started a family bible study for our family all around the world. We all get together on Saturday mornings via phone to pray, study the bible, life talk, laugh, cry, and learn about each other. This has been challenging for me in it self because one of the things about me that I’m breaking free of is my guarded self. I’m not use to sharing myself so freely, and basically putting my feelings on display. One of my cousins has always called me “secret squirrel” because I’m known for divulging nothing! Lol.. It’s quite ironic though, which brings me to one of the things I’m most proud of this year.
My blog!!
It’s like finding my voice in a world full of chaos. How does one who is so quiet and guarded with their self, share their self intimately, on the world wide web at that? I have to say it’s God. I feel lead to discuss or open up about various things. Trust me, I’m still guarded, and my circle is still small, but I’m evolving more and more each day. I have fallen in love with my blog. Well, love/hate.. Hahaha, I’ve told myself to throw in the towel because it seems people are sometimes not very receptive. I have to stick at though because I have received several emails, and inbox messages on Facebook from women telling me I’m an inspiration, that I have helped them, and that they love my blog. Me? An inspiration? This humbles me beyond what words can describe. That pushes me to quiet that voice in my head that tells me to give it up. I’m blogging for myself, for you all, and for the glory of God.

People who visit my blog should be able to tell, straight from the gate, that writing is what I love. I’ve learned some awesome things about myself simply from blogging. I’ve made new friends, and opened up a whole new world of dialect amongst women who I otherwise wouldn’t have been connected to. That is nothing short of amazing, and I plan on continuing this writing journey well into the next year and beyond.

At this point, my love life is still basically non-existent. When I tell people I’m single, they never believe me. I’ve heard it all, “your too pretty to be single”, “to great of a person to be single”, etc, etc. Well if brains and beauty were all it took, I would have been boo’d up by now. It’s just not the time. I’ve tried letting love find me and all that. I went searching for the perfect relationship, and found myself instead. I’ve been enjoying me too. That day will come for me though, and when it does, the universe might shake! I’ve seen this hashtag on twitter that says #dear-future-husband, and I see people writing all sorts of things. Well, I’ve never played along, but if I did, mines would simply say, #dearfuturehusband, I wish you hurry up! Lol..
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P.S. Outfit post from yesterday that I fell asleep before posting, well atleast here are the pictures! Lol.. I’m terrible

(afterwork yesterday I got together with a friend who I had been missing. We kept scheduling, canceling outings and finally he said, no! This year will not pass and we don’t see each other. So we went to cheesecake factory, and what a great time I had. I love my friends!
Here’s what I was wearing:
Dress- H&M
Blazer- thrifted
Belt- Christmas gift from G-ma
Tights- H&M
Shoes- Missoni for Target
Rings, earrings, bracelets- H&M
Clutch- shoppers world

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Happy New Year my Dears. I wish nothing but the best for you all. Be safe tonight and blessed. I’m going to be in church, and I’m excited about that, because I have come through a heck of a year. Pray for me guys, as I pray for all of you.

Peace and blessings,
Dee