Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Get it, girl








I love verbal expression especially through music. Mary Mary’s song, “Go Get It,” touches me to my core; I take it personal. It’s like I was sitting in the booth with Erica and Tina telling them my struggles and then God spoke. The Holy Spirit led them to record that song as God’s lullaby to me- “Chile, go get your blessing; go ‘head now, it’s yo’ time.”
 
I’ve agonized over not being where I thought I should be in life but now I see the purpose of it all. It’s not my plans, my timetable or other people’s expectations that are important, but God’s intentions for me. Now, my desire is for my dreams to align with God’s will. My God got this! I never thought I’d be this much in love with Jesus and his lovely creation- me. I want to live for Him; that’s how my life will count.

What is it others see when they look at me? As a matter of fact, it doesn’t even matter. I’m not the person I once saw me to be. Life not going as planned has only helped to build my strength. I’m sturdy now. Just try to stop me! Though I still stumble I’m steady being true to myself. I will not allow fear to paralyze me.
My faith has been small; it’s almost been non-existent. It is the faith of others that has held me up when I didn’t know I had the ability to stand on my own. The prayers of others, their faith in God and their faith in me brought me this far.

Have you heard the expression, “this is your season?” I've heard it so much it has become cliché. But this really is my time. I can feel it in the atmosphere; my eyes and reflection have aligned showing the light of what is to come for me. 
I’ve been laboring, begging, searching, pleading, and crying out in desperation. Now I am experiencing the good life of which I felt so unworthy. I finally hit the floor and God picked me up. I’m now experiencing what I've been asking for. It makes me want to raise my hands in praise.



I’ve been qualified by His blood.

No longer insecure, jealous or envious because God’s goodness and grace multiplies.  

I’m accredited, I won’t be denied. 

No one will destroy what they did not create. 

It’s official; I bear witness.

He blesses me, I bless Him.  

 He cherishes me, I adore him. 

 I worship Him, He sustains me. 

 May God be Glorified! Don’t stop, get it, get it

. . . oops, that’s another song

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Excerpt from . . .and you win some by Alison S. Moore



Below is an excerpt of my first Christian fiction novel! I've been working on this baby since 2008. Give it a read, leave me a comment and/or just leave your reaction, is it  funny, interesting or not interesting? Your insight can only make me a better writer! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  If you like it, share it with others!  Merry Christmas!!



               When the Roberts pulled up in the church parking lot, it was about thirty minutes before the service was scheduled to start.  They were lucky to be alive after Carol’s ‘Ricky Bobby’ driving demonstration. Daniel thought the car was going to turn over when his mom made that last sharp turn. Daniel noticed his cousin Michelle and her son Miller going toward the children’s church enclave but the view of Wynsome’s pale green Volkswagen Jetta coming up the drive quickly sidetracked him.

                When Wynsome put her car in park, Daniel opened her car door.  “Good morning, how are you?” Daniel greeted her. 

                “Just peachy, how are you?” 

                “I’m good. I’m so glad to see you.”

                As Carol and Paul walked toward the church, they heard Oneilia Sutton, the church secretary belt out, “Good morning, God’s favorite people!” as she gave them a huge hug.  The Suttons were her favorite couple at church.  They shared the same heart for the same causes.

                Carol responded, “Good morning.  Have you gotten a chance to rest since the seasoned seniors’ celebration Friday night?”

                “We sure did, Carol; I slept all day Saturday, Ralph, explained.  Ralph and Oneilia are founding members of their church.

“Paul, we should get our propers for showing the womenfolk how it’s done in the kitchen.  We are the reason the seasoned senior’s celebration was a success,” Ralph declared.  Paul nodded his head and waved his right hand in agreement.

                Jodie, the Suttons’ only child, looked impeccable standing next to her parents. Carol couldn’t help but notice the real pearl accessories in her ears, on her neck and on her wrist. She even had on make-up for a change.  Carol always thought it ideal for Daniel and Jodie to get married even though Jodie was four years older than Daniel. Who’s to say, it could still happen. I’m not too sure about this Wynsome child, Carol thought.

                “Jodie, you look flawless in that pearl suit,” Carol complimented her, approving of the skirt with the perfect church hemline--a touch above the knee. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Roberts,” Jodie replied with the sincerest smile she could muster.  She really wasn’t in the mood to be social.  She had a million thoughts running through her mind.  She couldn’t stop thinking about the mess her life had become.

                “Honey, those stunning red shoes look too expensive to even touch the ground!  Five-inches!  I used to be able to wear shoes like that!” Carol went on, noticing Jodie’s hands fidgeting around her neck. 

                 Jodie wondered whether the bruise on the left side of her neck was noticeable.  She had tried to hide it with the collar of her suit but wasn’t sure she had been successful. Even though she hated wearing make-up, she wore it today to conceal the mark under her left eye.

                The Suttons headed toward the church doors and motioned for the Roberts to come along but they chose to wait on Daniel and Wynsome.  When Wynsome and Daniel joined his parents at the side doors of the church, there was no time to spare.  Daniel quickly introduced his crush to his parents.  Paul nodded and rushed them through the doors, “Let’s all get to our seats.” 

All church members knew where the Roberts sat.  Their name was not on the pew but it was permanently in the mind’s eye of the congregation.  Any church member would take the initiative to inform any visitor that wasn’t aware.  They got to their usual place on the right side of the pulpit just as Michelle returned from dropping Miller off at the children’s church enclave.  Carol was overjoyed her niece had agreed to come to church and brought her son with her. 

                The praise and worship team emerged from the side doors of the sanctuary singing, “We’re blessed in the city, we’re blessed in the field, we’re blessed when we come and when we go. We cast down every stronghold. Sickness and poverty must cease. The devil is defeated. We are blessed.” Michelle enjoyed the music but didn’t know exactly what to do with her limbs.  She had always felt uncomfortable during praise and worship, all the raised hands and swaying back and forth.  What is all the fuss about?  It don’t take all that.

                Wynsome, on the other hand was experiencing sensory overload.  The band’s electric guitar, saxophone, trumpet and snare drum made her want to dance.  She had to stop herself from taking it to the club.

In the rear of the church, Jodie tried hard to hide her boredom.  Church was not enjoyable for her anymore.  It had become a chore. She noticed an old acquaintance staring at her from the opposite side of the church and said a silent prayer he would stop. Grunting, she whispered to herself, another horrible mistake.  When her mom nudged her, she immediately started singing and clapping her hands though half-heartedly.

The Reverend Josephine Ashley, the new associate minister, moved toward the pulpit, “Good Morning, Saints!  Even though some parishioners continued to stand and worship, choir members took their seats.  “In the next two Wednesdays I’ll lead our first Truthseeker’s Young Adult forum for ages 18-35.  This is not ‘yo’ mama’s bible study’ so please, young people, come out.” 

Rev. Ashley had been trying to make some major changes at the church and she hoped this one would get more young people involved and desiring to serve God.  Her description intrigued Daniel and he made a mental note to attend. I hope I can convince Michelle and Wynsome to come too.

After Rev. Ashley took her seat, Pastor Longhorn moved toward the pulpit for his weekly message.  “Good Morning, Church.” Brother Odell King responded loudly from the far recesses of the church, “Mo’ning, Mo’ning,” in his familiar southern drawl.  Brother King was well known for responding to Pastor in the most unusual of ways.  At any point during the service, he might yell “shut up,” “sho’ nuff,” “trying to get to heaven,” or “I swone it,” his way of saying I swear. The teenagers cast lots to predict what he would say next.  His-five-foot-five inch-stature, potbelly, and baby hands added to his caricature-like persona. Brother King was normally the first person at church and the last one to leave.  After all, when he was in the world, he was always the first person in the shot house and the last one out, so he brought that same mentality to the Lord’s house.

                “This morning, I would like to take a few minutes to start a new series,” Pastor Longhorn began.  This is especially for our college students going off to school, but don’t you grown folks stop listening. The Lord has something in this message for you today too.  For you all taking notes, and all of you should be taking notes, the title of today’s lesson is ‘New Beginnings.’  It’s a new school year, with new academic challenges, new peers, new temptations and new freedoms.  Some of you non-students may need to make a fresh commitment to the Lord, on your jobs, or to your spouses.  Amen? “

“Amen!” the congregation responded.

“Our text today comes from 1 Peter 2:16 and 2 Peter 1:5-11.  Ready? Read-1 Peter 2:16:

Live as free men, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as servants of God.’  College students, you will experience freedoms you have never had before. You must be prepared to make your own choices--the right choices--when your parents are not present. Amen?”

                “Shut up!” Brother King yelled. 

                Startled and confused, Wynsome looked around.  Who in the world would say that while someone is speaking, she asked herself.  The teenagers seemed to know exactly what was going on. They let out a chorus of snickers from the teen corner on the left side of the pulpit. 

                “We like to dwell on the free men, free will part of this verse but this verse also says we should live as servants of God.  Some of you may be thinking, what exactly are you trying to say, Pastor?  Well let’s take a look at 2 Peter 1: 5-11. . .“



“I’m running out of time so I’ll make this brief,” Pastor Longhorn said. “I know a lot of you have sending-off celebrations after church today.”  

“Amen,” Michelle mumbled.

“In my reading,” Pastor Longhorn continued, “the word self-control stayed in my Spirit and I continued to meditate on it.  Then I heard the Holy Spirit say to me- remind your congregation that when temptations come, they must be steadfast so the world can see we are truly servants of God.  This is how we produce fruit and effectiveness for the Lord our God. Amen?” The church said Amen.
 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

6 Expressions of my Gratitude




      This holiday season, I’ve realized that it is much more productive to focus on my blessings rather than my hardships.  So in the spirit of comedian Jimmy Fallon, here is a list of my personal Thank You’s.




      1. Thank you, God, for words and the ability to arrange them in such a way to convey      disdain and sarcasm, sometimes even without the recipient realizing it.     

       2. Thank you, DVR, for aiding me to become even more of a recluse than I already am and for affording me the opportunity to never watch live television and commercials even though I get weather alerts and news updates weeks after the fact.

      3. Thank you, social networking sites, for providing me an avenue to track people in the privacy of my own home.

      4. Thank you, Hooters, for actually having great wings.  All these years, I equated the people who told me they go to Hooters for the wings with men who say they read gentlemen’s magazines for the articles.

      5. Thank you, mama, for being determined to prove the person wrong who told you to send me to a state college because you knew you couldn’t afford a private one. Your determination afforded me the opportunity to go to my dream college.

      6. Thank you, every guy I have ever dated, for giving me enough material to write numerous best-selling novels, but please allow me to learn from other peoples experiences sometimes.


What are some things for which you are grateful?  Please share in the comment section. . .

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Mama, I Want to Write



     I’ve been flirting with the idea of starting a blog for the longest time now for several reasons:

1.       I have A LOT to say.
2.       I have some very interesting opinions that I think the world should know about.
3.       I want to introduce myself to the world as a writer on a quest to be published.
4.       I believe sharing my personal experiences with others could possibly help someone else.

     I know you may be asking, “What kind of things have you gone through that’s worth reading about? Well, you will just have to keep reading to find out.

     To be completely honest, it has taken me awhile to warm up to the art of blogging. I mean, anyone can start one.  It doesn’t have to have any literary merit or even proper spelling.  There are no fact checkers and not any real guidelines or rules.  Yet, I can’t ignore the undeniable power of a good blogger with a great blog, and wonderful followers.

     I also have a very real fear.  The internet is permanent. Old and embarrassing profiles on the social networking sites from back in the day have a way of creeping back up on you.  I don’t want to get caught like Congresswoman Michele Bauchman when Bill Maher outed her for dabbling in witchcraft as a teenager.  It didn’t help her presidential campaign and something like that will not help my career as a Christian writer.

Hey, I gotta start somewhere, so- welcome to the Gleanse.

Glean-
1.       To gather slowly and laboriously, bit by bit.
2.       To gather (grain or the like) after the reapers or regular gatherers.
3.       To learn, discover, or find out, usually little by little or slowly.