Deja Vu

Well here I am again, restarting this blog for the umpteeth time. I feel like this time will be different since I've received numerous confirmations over the last few years that I am supposed to be writing something. What that is or will look like, I have no idea. But what I am resigned to do this go-round is to at least write something and let the chips fall where they may.
I have no idea where to start or what to write about first so it may be a bit dizzying....but it won't be boring.😜
I think I'll start with just reposting some of the miscellaneous stuff I've written in the many scattered journals that I have. Maybe putting them all in one place will help my mind become more in sync and attuned to writing.
Let's start with a devotional I received that really just slapped me in the face about the fact that I'm supposed to be writing SOMETHING!

The Father Says Today - May 22nd, 2022
The Father says today, you have the Father's heart. You have the Father's heart, which has been costly to you emotionally at times. Your heart breaks with the burdens that break My heart, and you move in a mercy motivation. Where others have only judgment and accusation, you naturally pursue themes of redemption and restoration. You are called to be the restorer of paths to dwell in, even as the scripture says. You will go to those that the church has kicked to the curb, and your message will be, LOVE NEVER FAILS!

As you walk in this ministry, you will step completely out of areas of failure in your life. I will attach wings, like paper airplane wings, to your shoulders, and you will fly where you once crawled and once faltered. There is a writing ability on the inside of you that even you have not recognized – begin to write and allow Me to breathe upon that gift of communication in you, and you will become like King Saul of old, "another man." Many will find strength, hope, and grace for going on through your ministry portion in the kingdom, says the Father.

It's been a while...

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It's been a minute since I've posted something to this blog...as you can see...my many attempts at regular blogging have all fallen by the wayside.  I don't know what it is...I just can't be consistent.

Anywhoo....I have completed many projects and started new endeavors since my last thread about the African Flower baby blanket so I'll collect those pic updates and post them later on this afternoon.

*knocking off the cobwebs* 

Maybe being motivated by the ladies in Keisha's Krochet Korner will prompt me to post on here more regularly.  LOL...we'll see!

Once again....it's on

Here we are again....strangers passing in the night. Can this affair be sustained? You, there, waiting with baited breath for my next word or turn of phrase.

We shall see how this goes now that you are so easily accessible to me.....an app on my phone to be titillated at any hour whenever a thought may come to me.

Shall I stay here or go to WordPress...don't know yet....but let the foreplay begin.....
~TLC

Yesterday's sunset

It's hard not to wonder sometimes how a God who can hang such a beautiful sunset can also let me have such a crappy day.

I know I'm in a season of my faith being tested and strength and at the same time but it is pisses me off that thing seems to be going so well for him and I am living in the aftermath of the chaos that he caused.

It's a new day!

Well was gonna try this blogging thing again. Not sure how long it'll last but this is a new day and I have a lot on my mind that I may not filter.

Being able to use this phone may be useful by helping me to just say what's on my mind when the thought hits me

5 Generations from Slavery

Last night was magical!

I don't think it has fully hit me yet what this country has accomplished.

Barack Obama was elected as our 44th President....A Black Man!!!

How do I feel?

Well last night I was obviously caught up in the emotion of the moment. I woke up Imani so that she would have her own memories of this time to reflect on as she progresses on her journey of history in the making.

I'm not really a writer so it's hard for me to put into words what I am feeling.

I am thinking of my ancestors!

Abraham/Abe was born in South Carolina as a slave. I know he would have never even formulated the assumption to birth a thought that last night could have been possible.

What about his son, Dennis? Born abt 1851, he was born a slave too but was a preteen when word of emancipation hit Texas. Was the possibility of last night something he contemplated as the reality of freedom danced in his dreams. Was it truly a reality for him or was it an empty promise, something said and hoped for but never actually realized. As a laborer who couldn't read or write, did he even hope or was he sobered by his reality too afraid to believe? As ptomaine killed him slowly from eating his daily lunch from a tin can did he ever have a moment of "what if?"

His son John Alexander may have, as one of the first born into emancipation. He may have entertained the thought but it was never, ever spoken aloud. His generation learned as past ones, that such things were not something to study for too long. The tragedy of this generation was that they were given false hope. Their parents knew their station in life and didn't allow hope to taint their reality. John's generation hoped and were probably brutilized far worse than those of previous generations.

John's son, Roscoe, 2nd generation from slavery was in pretty much the same boat as his father, but this generation started venturing out a bit, but not far because ultimately, they too knew their place in society. Not as a cultural mandate, but their place was indoctrinated into them as a survival tactic. Lynchings, beatings and other unadulterated atrosities were everyday common place.

Roscoe's son, Reginald grew up knowing these things, but for the first time, 3 generations from slavery, his reality and future was far different than his father's. He was a child of segregation who was a trailblazer in the fight for intergration. He busted the doors wide open as one of the 1st black student athletes at Pecos High School in Pecos, TX. Intergration robbed him of being Valedictorian at the all black school, but true to his personality, that did not stop him from being named Salutatorian of his all white class at Pecos High.

He and 2 of his 3 siblings were the first in the lineage of our family to attend and gradate from college (Huston-Tillotson College...now University). He and his brother Charles even went farther to obtain professional degrees. Reginald a Doctorate in Dental Science (DDS) and Charles a Medical degree (MD).

Reginald's children, Tisha & John, 4 generations from slavery are part of the 1st generation of those who were not told "No!" as their parents were. This generation did not encounter "White Only" signs. Their experience has been more covert. Gone, somewhat, are the white hoods, from open view & display. This generation experiences the struggle in the boardrooms of corp america. But this generation has seen success unlike any their parents could have ever dreamed...but the cost has been too high.

And Now!!!

5 generations later, Abraham's GGGG Granddaughter, Imani has witnessed the dawn of a new era. She has opportunities ahead of her that are yet to be realized. The way has been paved with blood, sweat, tears, pain, heartache, disbelief, grief, disappointment and every other negative connotation you can come up with. But today dawns a new paradigm shift, colossial like an earth quake!

An African American President!!! Our President!

Do we take ownership of him because he is black or is it because he had the audacity to hope for all of us even when we couldn't see that hope for ourselves.

I am reminded of my blog post on the Obama campaign website after his More Perfect Union speech....

Keep the faith & be encouraged
By TLC InTX - Mar 20th, 2008 at 2:41 pm EDT

Keep the faith and be encouraged all who work towards the perfection of our
union.Although we do not know specifically what he did and the name isn't
spelled exactly the same (Barak), in Hebrews Chapter 11 several men were
mentioned who exhibited a great faith.

v. 32-34 "And what more shall I say? I do not have the time to tell about
Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets, who through
FAITH conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised;
who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames and escaped the
edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became
powerful in battle and routed foreign armies."

v. 39-40 "These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them
received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us so that only TOGETHER with us would they be made perfect."

I am encouraged & inspired by Senator Obama's speech because finally
someone has acknowledged the white elephant in the room, aired our dirty laundry and spoke with eloquence about the actions & events that have stained the Stars & Stripes for far too long.

God bless all of you.
God bless America.

I am on my tip-toes filled with unbridled anticipation for what is in store for our family and our country!

YES WE CAN!!!

This made me MAD

Okay...I am HEATED!!!

"Email from former co-worker"

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS COUNTRY -- THAT WE COULD SERIOUSLY PUT AN ADMITTED BACKGROUND LIKE THIS IN A POSITION AS PRESIDENT AND COMMANDER IN CHIEF OF OUR ARMED FORCES!!!!

Think you know who this man is?

This possible President of the United States !! Read Below and ask yourselves, is this REALLY someone we can see as the President of our great nation!!!!

Below are a few lines from Obama's books; In his words!

From Dreams of My Father: 'I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ratiating myself to whites.'

From Dreams of My Father : 'I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race.'

From Dreams of My Father: 'There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And white.'

From Dreams of My Father: 'It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.'

From Dreams of My Father: 'I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself , the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.'

And FINALLY the Most Damming one of ALL of them!!!

From Audacity of Hope: I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.

If you have never forwarded an e-mail, now is the time to Do so!!!! We CANNOT have someone with this type of mentality running our GREAT nation!! I don't care whether your a Democrat or a Conservative. We CANNOT turn ourselves over to this type of character in a President. PLEASE help spread the word!

To which I replied:

I am quite disappointed that as we close in on the end of the 1st decade of the 21st century, there are still those out there who are so threatened by CHANGE that they would hold dear such ignorance.

And yet I remain optimistic that there will be a brighter future for us ALL as Americans….no matter our race. Maybe one day Dr. King’s words will be more than just something we reflect on in order to be politically correct during the month of February, maybe they will become the call to action….the cry of humanity that we all can rally around and truly believe in.

To those who call themselves Christians….Christ-like. I charge & challenge each and every one of you to do your part to end the enemy’s reign and to stop this hatred from spreading any further. For it doesn’t matter who sits in the White House for the next 4 years….what truly matters is He who sits on the throne yesterday, today & forever.
~TLC
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.....ending of MLK's I have a Dream Speech

"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"