You have given me your all

You have helped me stand tall

By my side night and day

You have shown me love in your own way. 

Your trust and touch make me shiver

I can’t help but to be near you and quiver.

Lingering inside

Love you take me for a wonderful ride.

There are no secrets between you and I

I am a very blessed gal

And you a very lucky guy.


All Better

Feeling better and all is clear,

There is nothing I need to fear.

I’ve decided to trust in YHVH with all,

Nothing to hold back,

Nothing in lack.

He has always provided for me,

Nothing has changed from what I see. 

As long as I am doing as He has requested and abide by his ways,

He will protect me all of my days.

Back Stabber

Who are you trying to fool?

You think I’m not paying attention to you?

You think you’re swift, you think you’re sly,

But I got your number and soon you are going to be going bye-bye.

You creep and always have a feel sorry for me day,

It is no wonder your life is going that way.

Maybe you are not telling the truth maybe you really are lying,

It’s ok, because eventually you will be crying. 

Because of your own choices and things you are doing,

It is up to you if you are even worth pursuing.

Stop coming to me with your wimpers and cries,

I have seen the knife you try to hide. 

No longer in my back, no longer a problem of mine.

But it’s ok, because you’ll be the one crying.

When it all catches up to you

It is your choice on what you are going to do, your move.

Why Would You?

Why would anyone want to be a woman??? Until a man has a period and goes through the physical anguish, inserting tampons, wearing lady diapers, having ruined panties or clothing due to uncontrollable bleeding, waking up in the middle of the night having bleed or thinking the bled the bed, having a child come out of his who-ha……he is only an adult child playing dress up. 

Same goes the other way. Until a woman has a wet dream, has a physical voice drop, has erectile dysfunction, has a prostate exam….she is only an adult child playing dress up. 


Our Homeless

Just less than a year ago my husband and I began creating care packages for the homeless. It seems no matter where we go in this nation there are homless everywhere. My heart breaks for those who are truly homeless and angered by this who are just panhandling for extra cash. 

Walking through the streets of Alexandria, D.C., Detroit, Royal Oak and Virginia Beach I’ve already seen countless people living on the streets and it breaks my heart!!! When people on social media get upset because our nation is allowing others here and they are saying we should take care of our homeless before anyone else. I offer them the opportunity to go to our go fund me site to offer even 5 dollars or 1, guess how many have reaponded? Zilch, zero, zip, none!!! Now of the 500 hundred “friends” on facebook, only three have helped! I am the, “Put your money where your mouth is.” It really is saddening. Many have a mouth to speak and talk while they are behind their devices, but when it is time to move forward they are only talk, no action.

Here in VA Beach this weekend and only been here one night and I was near the south end of the beach from 25th to 5th street there were at least 10 people that I counted who were laying on the street for the night. 

You can tell who a homeless person is from someone faking. A person who is not truly homeless gets upset when you take them out for a meal or bring food to them instead of cash. That is something I learned. 

Our supplies for our packages are out and I wish others had a willing heart to help. I pick up most supplies from the Dollar Tree and others from other stores for great deals! I wish there were another way to get better deals, but this is how it is now. How awesome would it be to employ them so they can help others!!! 

I’ve always had a heart for the homeless and wanted to someday own a large lot of land with homes and a training center to help train those who are willing to join the work force and get back on their feet along with counseling services to help those who need help with mental, emotional, or substance. I just don’t know where to begin or how to turn this dream into action. Hopefully soon, I will know what to do to help those who need our help. 

Are you willing to help?

Some Victory

​PRAISE YHWH!!! So as many that are aware, in Feb/March, I had a miscarriage. I was 9/10 weeks along. Besides the miscarriage, there were traumatic events that took place in the ER. I was out of work for 2 weeks, but kept myself busy and never did allow myself to heal nor grieve. Heck, I even googled “How to greive.” I know it must sound silly, but this was the very first time I had gone through this. Pregnancy was something of itself and all in all it was wonderful. Knowing that inside me was this life, this tiny, small life that depended on me for everything, literally. 

I went back to work and had to keep myself busy. Time and again I would think about what happened, but not for very long because it still hurt deeply. A few friends of mine gave me books to read and I was thinking, maybe I will give it a go. I read a few pages of the first book and put it down. I began reading books from my dad and never made it past the 1st or even 3rd page before putting them down. My mind needed to be distracted by other things that didn’t allow me to think of what happened. 

When I allowed myself to think of what happened in the hospital, I cried and prayed. Asking heavenly Abba to heal me, to help me, because this didn’t feel right. It was a death that I had experienced inside my body, but was not my own.

Being with my husband scared me. I didn’t want him knowing, I still haven’t told him, but I’m certain he knows. I was afraid that something bad would happen, that he wouldn’t look at me the same because maybe I let him down. But those were lies from hasatan! 

At the end of May exactly 3 months that I went to the hospital that I had the miscarriage I had a breakdown. I was with my husband and wanted him to hurry up. He put his fingers inside and it hurt. It hurt after the miscarriage, but it REALLY hurt this time. After being with him, I normally go to the restroom and wash up. This time, I stayed on the bed, curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out. I didn’t want him to think that it was his fault, because it wasn’t. But, during that time the memories of what happened in the ER came flooding back into my mind. He was so gentle and held me telling me everything is going to be ok. We have this thing, when I’m not doing well, he holds me in his arms and shshshsh….

On May 27th I went to see my doctor. She confirmed that I truly was in physical pain. At first it seemed as though she was telling me the mental anguish was the reason for feeling physical pain until she looked and noticed something truly was out of place. She asked if this was normal and I said, I don’t know. She then proceeded to give me homework to exercise my lower area 2 to 3 times a day. This was very difficult for me to do as I was taught to never touch down there. You would think as a married woman it wouldn’t bother me, but yet it does. My doctor requested several weeks off from work to allow myself to grieve, and finally, I did. 

I finally picked up a book from one of my friends and reading the book from front to back helped. It allowed me to realize I am not alone, there is no right or wrong way to geieve, grieving and the duration is different for many people. A friend of mine and I went to a craft store where we painted ceramics. Allowing my creativity flow helped me. So, I went back two more tines! I worked with glass art and painted another ceramic! Also, I finally got over my pride and began seeing a counselor. For the first few weeks she was asking questions, but it was more like me flooding her with information. I didn’t want to be like that. I wanted to hide within myself, not showing myself, but I just couldn’t do that anymore. Finally, someone who is not only willing to listen to me, but help me. We have uncovered so much trauma and grief in my past that we will be working through it together.

Yesterday I called the hospital and another woman on the other end of the phone just went through what I had several months back. Talking with her was like talking with an old dear friend. Her management called back and said, I won’t have to pay the bill!!! Praise YHWH!!!!! Now I am a person who likes to keep on top of my finances, but I personally beleive if you are not going to purchase rotten food from a grocery store or a cracked/broken glass, why would it be any different for your health??? Your health is vital and important for you to live. WithoutWithout life, there is no living.