Survivors Weekend

Myself and Prayerfully Pink were blessed this weekend to be able to provide makeover's and a photo shoot for breast cancers survivors and their families. What a humbling experience. These women go through so much and to have the opportunity to pamper them and see them smile was more than I could have ever asked for. None of it would have been possible if I didn't have a group of wonderful friends to back me up and make things happen. To Isaida Veale, Kendra Dublin, Candice Blount, Ashanti Gibbs, LaTonya Robinson, and Sherita Richmond, I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

Inner War

I desire to be a good Christian, wife, mother, sister, friend, etc.

There's that other side of me that spits on my desires for goodness, wholeness, righteousness.

Romans 7: 15 

 "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do."

 Vs 21-24

When I want to do good, evil is right there with me.  For in my inner being I delight in God’s law;  but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?

Romans 6:19-23

Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness.  When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness.  What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death!  But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life.  For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

He's Growing Up

My baby boy turned 6 years old today. I smile just thinking about him. Gabriel brings so much sunshine in to my life. I brought some old pictures out last night and began reminiscing about  having to wipe the creases of his neck, wrist and ankles because he was so chubby. I remembered having to buy Aveeno all the time because he had a terrible case of eczema. And now, he's a big boy ( at least that's what he thinks). He doesn't want me to put lotion on him now, he wants to do it all by himself. He says " Mommy I got it". I'm so amazed that he's so independent but yet he still lets me know that he needs me. When he comes home from school he says " Mommy, will you help me with my homework?". While your probably thinking that's what every kindergartner does, they don't do it like my Gabe-a- Doo ( when he's about 15yrs old he'll be really embarrassed about that nick name). He has this look that melts my heart in a way that only he can do. These are the special moments. Happy Birthday baby boy. Mommy loves you.

Too Soon

She was taken away too soon. My mother, my angel. I was only 17 months. I hear all the stories and look at all the pictures and wonder why God took her so soon. I'm left to try to figure out who she is. As I hear stories about who she was I look at myself and and wonder " Am I anything like her?", "Do I look like her?". So many questions, so many feeling, good and bad. Why did they wait so long to get the cancer out of her? Would she still be here if she would have had surgery sooner? Who would I be if she were still here? How close would we be ( or not)? I will probably never know the answers to these questions but what difference would it make if i did have the answers? I woke up one morning sad and angry, followed with a feeling I'd never felt before. There was something missing. Something was pulling a t my soul and all I could do was cry out to God and ask Him "Why God , why?". I wanted her more than ever but knew that I could never have her. I could never call her on the phone and talk to her about how my day went, about how her grand children were doing, or just to say " I love you ma". It seems unfair sometimes. It's confusing sometimes. How can you love someone you barely knew that much? I don't know the answer but I do! I love Linda Hall Dublin with a love that's indescribable. Her memory will live on through her children and their children and so on. My mother, my angle, Linda. I'll see you when I get there.