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Doin Me...

4/24/2017

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It's #writerwednesday and I'm sharing a scene from the final novel in The House of BeJeweled series, BeJeweled: Standing Strong. Our hearts often desire something more, but it's not always in our best interest. What does a woman do when the man she loves want more than she can give? Read on...

BeJeweled: Standing Strong
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“So, what’s going on with you?” Black asked after TJ ran from the room.

“What do you mean?” she asked, staring at the space on the floor between her feet.

“You still mad at me about Kianna?”


“For what? Your personal life has nothing to do with me,” she dismissed, with a wave of her hand.


“For real? That’s how it is now?”

“That’s how it’s always been, Black.”


“Come on, Angel. Don’t be like that. You know I have no control over how she acts. I didn’t even know she was coming…and that’s real shit. Before I got shot, me and Kianna weren’t even speaking.”


A part of him knew he should open up and tell the entire truth, but he wasn’t sure she was ready. Or better yet, he didn’t think he was really ready.


“Look, you don’t owe me any explanations. I’m only here to make sure your son visits you.” Angel stood and walked towards the door. “I’ve got a phone call to make. Are you sure you can handle him for the weekend? If not, I’ll let you visit with him for a while, and you can call me when you’re done.”


“Angel, come on, girl…please don’t be like that,” Black pleaded, grabbing his cane, preparing to follow her if necessary.


“Like what, Black?” Angel stopped and turned back to face him.


“Dismissing me. You know where we were going with things.”


“I don’t know. Did I admit my feelings for you? Yes, but that was it. We weren’t going anywhere.”


“Yes, we were. Angel, you told me you still loved me.”


Angel’s heart beat rapidly and her eyes stung with the recollection of her confession of love and subsequent desire to take it back.


“I did, and I also said I hated the fact I did. I think I was confusing my feelings with your situation. Your mother was right.”


“What does my mother have to do with this?”


“She warned me I was falling for you again because of what you had gone through and said I needed to be careful. I denied it at the time, but I’ve had a few days to reflect on what I was going through. I still stand where I did before your shooting, Black. We’re divorced, we’ve both gone on with our lives, and I’m sorry, but there is no going back.”


Black stood in front of her and reached for her hand. When she refused to take it, he continued to hold it out, begging her with his eyes. She finally gave in and held his.


“What is it, Black?”


“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t love me. Look at me and tell me you’re only feeling sympathy for my situation and nothing more.” Black waited patiently, searching her eyes.

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Friends For A Purpose...

4/24/2017

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"No friendship is an accident." 
― O. Henry, Heart of the West
I believe people enter our life for a reason, and we are to learn from them. Even if it appears that they have little to offer and to pour into your life, don't take them for granted and be quick to judge. The one person who seems to have little to offer, may be the one you learn the most from. If you look closely, pay attention, and respect them, it allows your heart to be open to learn from that person.

Sometimes, we take our friends for granted and do not honor their place in our lives. Take time to nurture the friendships that are in your life today. Every encounter and interaction you have with your friends are to be treated as building blocks. Take away nuggets of information, hope, and love that they offer and build on them to strengthen the relationship, and yourself as an individual. Use opportunities that come your way to build, encourage, and strengthen the other person, as well.

Alternatively, pour into the other person the best you have to offer them. Don't let the friendship be one-sided where you're taking and taking, and not giving anything back. Ensure there is reciprocity in the relationship, where you're both giving and no one is coming up short, or doing more than the relationship calls for. Balance is the greatest thing you both can bring to the friendship, and never take one another for granted.

As the quote indicates, no friendship occurs by accident. It was always predestined and there is a specific purpose for every friendship in your life. Nurture and foster the relationship, and allow it to flourish into the beautiful creation it was designed to be.
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Fab Friday Features, M.C.

4/21/2017

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It's another Fab Friday and today we're checking out M.C. Walker's novel, One More Thing. This sassy, sweet romance definitely has it's share of drama the way we love. Don't miss your chance to check it out...
One More Thing
Authored by M. C. Walker
ISBN-13: 978-1544903019 ISBN-10: 1544903014 BISAC: Fiction / Contemporary Women
Free spirited, thirty something, dancer Monica Charles doesn’t have the greatest track record when it comes to men, but now Anthony's come along. Handsome, funny, and attentive, Anthony. He could be her Mr. Right. Things are looking up for Monica… apart from one small problem, well a rather large and annoying problem...., District Attorney, devilishly handsome and charming, Chase Fitzpatrick, is back and ready to put a ring on it.

Monica's happy with Anthony and nothing can come in between their love, right? Chase is not taking no for an answer and will do anything to get the woman of his dreams back into his life...forever. What happens when our past interrupts our future? Monica's about to discover that the past can come back to haunt you, and the future you imagined could slip right through your fingers. Discover one woman's search for happily ever after one more time.


One More Thing
Excerpt...

Monica

Five years ago…...
She stood proudly, as she looked in the mirror wearing a beautiful white wedding gown. The lace on her back kissed her soft golden skin as she smiled brightly at her reflection. Today was her wedding day. A day she’d dreamed about vividly as a little girl. To be wedded, in holy matrimony. Witnessed by family and friends in a large cathedral professing her unconditional love to her beloved. I watched from the crack in the door as her mother rubbed her back adoringly. Her long grey strands rested evenly on her shoulders. She glowed with pride as the sunlight from the church window glistened off her olive skin. There were three different shades of chocolate bridesmaids, all different sizes dressed in floor length lilac satin dresses. They oohed and awed over how beautiful the bride looked on her wedding day.

Each woman giggled and shared a glance of hope and love for the day ahead. Their hearts swam in harmony as they anticipated the moment their friend would tie the knot and leave singlehood behind. I could see the sparkle of love and hope dancing inside the brides’ dark brown eyes. Her veil covered her forehead as her crimson lips spread from ear to ear. Her angelic wedding gown flowed beautifully, like a river of plush white roses as it kissed the floor. With big round eyes, golden brown toasty skin, with dimpled cheeks, and her warm auburn highlights wrapped in a bun, she was the perfect bride on her wedding day.

With every passing second her eyes blinked and minutes escaped from my hands and into her destiny. I couldn’t take my eyes off the rock resting on her ring finger. It was his great grandmothers’ ring. The one where his grandfather worked three jobs and spent his life savings to buy his great grandmother ring. Chase always told me he wanted a love story so memorable that his children’s, children would live to tell their grandkids. That was supposed to be my ring. This was supposed to be my wedding day in a big church with a stomach filled with butterflies. Those are supposed to be my best friends; Ryan and Christina dressed in ugly bridesmaids’ dresses, while laughing and shadowing me down the aisle of happily ever after. Instead, this day belonged to Nicole Miller, the future Mrs. Chase Fitzpatrick.

"Monica?! What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice startles me and I jump in the direction of the voice coming at me. My eyes are in for a sight, as I stare back at the man I love. Chase Fitzpatrick dressed in a black penguin suit standing with his hands partially closed. The tension feels like mountains are growing between us by the second. My words are trapped inside my throat.


Chase takes a few steps towards me. My heart begins to race as my mind
urges my feet to run and hide. I’m stuck. Caught in between the rapture of love and the sea of all eternity looking in his dark brown eyes. Ashamed by my actions, I bury my chin inside my chest.

Dressed black leather from head to toe, my white t-shirt clings to the moistness of my damp skin. My motorcycle helmet rest at my feet as I envision myself running away from this moment.

Pretending that nothing has ever happened. Not the day I met Chase, our love making, and most of all me standing inside the Lord’s house preparing to ruin someone else’s happily ever after for my own selfish reasons. I bite my bottom lip and avert my eyes away from Chase. A braid escapes from my ponytail and sweeps across my plump left cheek. I push it away slightly with my right hand nervously anticipating the words about to come out of Chase’s mouth.

With a furrowed brow, he stares, as I stand there four feet, eleven inches and whispers evenly,
"What the fuck are you doing here Monica?"

With puppy dog eyes, I stare at him and part of my pink full lips speak. Before the words slide from my tongue unto his ears. Chase runs his hands through his low haircut, closes his eyes, and shakes his head. Frustration rides his shoulder as all the endless possibilities of what could happen next runs through his mind.

"I just…I just needed to see you."


Chase laughs and gives me his back. His head disappears in his chest as he shakes his head. Vivid images of me holding his head on my bosom as bills, debt
collectors, and students’ loans drowned in a pit of pain and sorrow. I was his rock. The door to the bridesmaid’s suite begins to open. Chase looks at me with wide eyes. I stare back at him with my mouth agape. Without a word, Chase grabs my right hand and pulls me down the hall into another room. My feet barely touch the ground as Chase searches aimlessly for an empty room with the door unlocked.

Within a matter of minutes, in a medium size room, we find refuge behind a door filled with choir robes. Chase secures the lock on the door behind us. On impulse, I jump into his arms and kiss his lips. He tastes twice as good as I last remembered. The softness of his lips soothes my heart. I wrap my tiny hands around the back of his neck and draw him in closer into my space. I feel his lips pick up the rhythm of mine as his strong hand touches the small of my back. I close my eyes and capture this moment in my mind forever.


Only a few seconds go by before his lips part from mine. Regret resides on his face instantly as Chase gives me his back and shakes his head. I take a moment and think about the next moment. How everything is riding on the emptiness of his words and mine. How our hearts are beating in rhythm, yet the world awaits the inevitable moment to witness his forever commitment. Cautiously, I take a slow step in his direction. I need to fill the space with words from my heart. Explain my presence. Profess my love one last time.


"Why?" I ask.


"Why what?"


"You left…never came back. You just walked away."


"I had too. I just…I had too."


"That wasn’t fair. You robbed me of a choice."

He turns toward me and takes a step. He furrows his brow and shakes his head. "I robbed you…Monica? You robbed me. I couldn’t do it anymore. It was just too much."

Sigh. "Loving me was too much for you. Wow. I never thought…."


"You’re right!" He exclaims. "You never thought about us. It was always about you. What you wanted. What you needed. I had enough."


"Chase, I just needed more time. Why can’t you understand that?"


"Oh, I understand Monica…I understand that you never wanted me to love you."

"That’s not true. You know that’s not true, Chase." I plead.


Chase plants his arms on his waist and turns towards me. With his back straight, his nostrils flared, and his bottom lip hidden. The stiffness in his voice pulls me
at full attention. "Go! Just leave…. get out of my life Monica!"

"What?"


"You don’t belong here. This is my life. You don’t get to interrupt my life…not now. Not ever!" He states sternly with his index finger in my direction.


"No!" I scream. "It’s me Chase…. Monica…the woman you said you loved. You promised."


He turns his back towards me and walks away. He pauses for a few seconds as my words rest on his shoulders.


"I promised you what?"


"That you will love me…no matter what. Us. It’s us, Chase."


"You broke your promises too or did you choose to forget that part."


Swiftly, I move in towards him to close the gap between us. The only witnesses here are the robes in the tiny room, the wooden desk, and the lamp as our hearts battle. I reach for his left hand. He pulls it away from me. I take a step back and choose my words carefully while respecting his space.


"I wasn’t ready. You have to know I wasn’t ready for this larger than life episode you were trying to force me into."


Chase shakes his head and laughs. "Me? Give me a break Monica."


"Chase, I love you. You know that?"


Chase walks towards me and wipes his brow. He shakes his head.


"You don’t love me Monica. You love the idea of love. The good shit that comes with having someone there to pick up after you. To put you together again."


I shake my head. "Not true Chase. I was there for you."


He laughs. "Whatever, you want to tell yourself sweetheart."


The room goes quiet. It’s me against him. The energy in the room has gone from
light to darkness. Suddenly, I feel trapped inside myself with nowhere to turn but outside myself.

"I think you should leave Monica."


"What?"


With his hands planted to the side, standing tall he says,


"I’m getting married today. To someone who isn’t you, who’s not afraid
to love me or take the next step."

We’re standing face to face. I can feel his breath kissing my face. I stare at him
looking for confirmation, and truth, that inside his soul this is what he wants from me. I can see a shadow of the man I love standing right before me. This is the man who once brought me breakfast in bed, with runny eggs, and burnt toast. The man who rubbed my feet every night after my shift. My lover who kissed my tears away when my grandmother died in my arms while lying in her bed. The same man who said he would always love me know matter what happens between us. I needed that man to show up in this room and run away with me. Put this life on pause and start over with me.

Desperately I needed the right words to come out of my mouth and fall unto his ears. But as I searched inside his eyes for the love we once had I saw the light inside of him disappear.
My eyes fell to the silver ring on his left finger. He belonged to someone else.

"Tell me, Chase."


"Tell you what Monica?"


"That you don’t love me. That you w
ant me out of your life, forever. That you want me to erase
 you from my memory. Pretend we never met. That it was all
for nothing. I just need for you to tell me that."

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About M.C.

About The Author

Born and raised in Atlanta , GA. From an early age M.C. could be found nestled in a corner inside a book or at a local bookstore. With the passion of learning and reading pushing her forward, writing became a natural progression of becoming an author. M.C. Walker is a poet, blogger, independent freelancer/ghostwriter, publisher, and bestselling author featured in the hot anthology from Brown Girls Publishing The Dating Game. She has been writing creative fiction and poetry since childhood. M.C. Walker is an active member of The Georgia Writers Association, The Atlanta Writers Club, and Women's Fiction Association. She is currently working on her debut novel One More Thing. Available March 31, 2017. In between raising her two handsome sons Khamani and Terrance Jr. M.C. Walker is committed to pursuing her goals, growing personally, and professionally, and above all else living a life that glorifies Christ.
It is through her spiritual relationship with Christ that the author has felt compelled to inspire, motivate, and transform the lives of those around her through her work in the literary industry.

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Mending Fences...

4/19/2017

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#Writerwednesday is upon us again, and as I write this post it occurred to me that more often than not the women characters I write about are often plagued by some great circumstance that seems to have come about by their own hand. Many people are plagued with issues that life brings about, yet, more often than not my characters create their issues.

Most are on the road to self-destruction, while some err on the path of self-discovery. Whatever their issue may be, they all find deep within the power to get off the pity party boat, and began to carve out their destiny and take the course of their lives back into their own hands.

This past Sunday my pastor stated that "Pain is part of the process." That's true in life, and it's true in my books. To get to the healing and the growing and the restoration, you have to go through the pain. That's the only way you'll appreciate the greatness He has placed within you, is when you've gone through the test. Today's character, Naomi, is definitely going through her own test. Read on...

A Woman's Design: Afflictions
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Convincing Sasha to give her father half a chance was not easy. She wanted no parts of it and let me know she felt betrayed by the fact that I was even speaking to Jaime, let alone wanting her to spend time with him.

“Maybe you fell for his story, Mom, but I didn’t!”

“Sasha Kennedy Blankenship, get back down these stairs, now!” I was standing at the island chopping vegetables for the grilled steak burritos I was making for our dinner. My tempestuous daughter had stomped up the stairs at our latest disagreement about her at least calling her father. This had been going on for almost two weeks now. I was getting worn down and ready to give up. Jaime had called again this morning asking if I had made any progress. It took everything in me not to get angry with him.

Here I was picking up the pieces once again where he had failed his daughter. It seemed as if I had been doing that ever since the day he walked out. I was tired, but I had to know that I had given it my all before I gave up.

She marched back down the steps with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips poked out.

“You know, you look like you did when you were four and I told you that you couldn’t wear your tutu and ballerina slippers to school.”

Sasha didn’t so much as crack a smile. I blew out a breath and set my knife down. I walked to the sink and washed my hands, dried them on a paper towel, and walked over to where my daughter stood. I pulled her into my arms.

“What are you scared of, baby? All these years you wished you had gotten to know him. All these years you visualized him in your head, and now that he’s here, you won’t give him half a chance. Are you worried that he’s going to take you from me?”

Sasha shook her head no, not saying a word. I felt her shoulders shake and knew that she was crying.

“Then, baby, what are you afraid of?”

She still refused to say a word, and then it began to dawn on me. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. Sasha was so much like her father in so many ways. I had told her that throughout the years, and in her head, she had made him up to be fabulous and convinced herself he had died. Now it had to be a blow to her knowing he was alive and not as fabulous as she first thought. I realized my daughter was projecting Jaime’s failings onto herself, and it was impacting how she felt about herself. She was worried that getting to know him would reveal all of his flaws. And if they were revealed, she would be disappointed. That was scary to her, because to her, she was him.

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The Journey To Greatness...

4/17/2017

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I don't believe you have to be better than everybody else. I believe you have to be better than you ever thought you could be. - Ken Venturi
Being great and being successful starts within. When you stop looking all around you at what other people are doing and what they have, and when you stop making excuses for why you can't achieve something, then you're on your way to great!

Oftentimes people get in their own way, because they're too busy comparing themselves to others. That's the first step to setting yourself up for failure. We were individually created to be unique, designed in such a way that we could never replicate what another person is doing or is becoming in the same exact way. Their flaws, failings, imperfections, successes, victories, and wins are their own. Enjoy your own personal journey to greatness.

Tapping deep within you can discover what your gifts are and where your challenge areas lie. Embrace who you are, and love yourself for the good and the bad. Find ways to enhance your strengths and gifts, and diminish your weaknesses. That's when you take the limits off and discover just how great you are within. The more you focus on your attributes, the greater your strengths will become. The greater your strength becomes, then you began to realize just how great you are.
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Fab Friday, #SYOTNBuddy...

4/14/2017

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A group that I'm in encouraged us to partner up for an author promotion segment. The group is See Ya On The Net Promotion Group, and our fearless leader, LaShaunda Hoffman encourages us to become social butterflies. Through this we have partnered up this month to promote one another. We're using the hashtag #SYOTNBuddy.

Three of the ladies I have partnered with are Adrienne Thompson, Angelia Vernon Menchan, and W Parks Brigham.

I enjoy reading Ms. Brigham's sweet romance stories that always has a plus-sized heroine overcoming real life issues and finding love in the midst of it all. Their challenges and obstacles are easy to relate to and her characters are endearing, especially the Allanville Matchmakers. There's laughter, romance, and you always have a dose of healing coming your way.


Angelia is a new writer to me, not that she's new, but I'm just becoming exposed to her works. The Womanish series is it! I love how she draws you into the characters' lives, and painting their issues in every day reality. These women are dealing with things all of us have or know someone who has had to deal with these issues. Angelia recently released a new novel, that focuses on the relationship and bond between his father and his son.

Adrienne's characters resonate with me, as they deal with heartache and pain, but fight for strength to see a better day. There is not going to always be a happily ever after, but they each find happiness in their own way. These women are real, they are strong, and despite their insecurities, they will overcome.


This Fab Friday I'm choosing to highlight these three writers, and I encourage you to check them out if you haven't already.
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Another Lonely Night...

4/12/2017

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It's a #writerwednesday and the first one since January!!! I don't know about you, but I've missed these days. I have been blessed to release two books this year. The first one was the final book in The House of BeJeweled series, BeJeweled: Standing Strong, and the next was the first book in a duology, A Woman's Design: Afflictions. 

My plan is to release at least two more this year, one of which will be a romance book, a first for me. If you haven't had a chance to read A Woman's Design: Afflictions, yet, here's an opportunity to check it out. Read on...

A Woman's Design: Afflictions
​Excerpt...

 
I threw off my old flannel robe over the jeans and t-shirt I wore underneath and tossed it on my bed. I grabbed my slides from underneath my bed, my keys from my dresser, and my purse, and ran down the stairs.

​I set the alarm on our home and jumped into my Camry. Easing out of the driveway, I took a left, heading towards the highway, which I believed my husband would have taken. After about five minutes, I quickly caught up with him and had to slow down so he wouldn’t spot me. We drove onto the highway and traveled for almost half an hour until we reached downtown. I kept a safe distance, knowing he hadn’t spotted me. He was on his cell phone for the entire ride, and it was dark outside.

Eric eased into the parking lot of Candy Stripes. It was the wildest known strip club in the city. Men were already pouring out of their cars into the red brick building. I drove slowly past and turned around down the street in a dark alleyway. I was a little scared, because it wasn’t the best neighborhood. I drove past again, and this time saw my brothers-in-law, Stephen and Marc, getting out of Stephen’s car. They headed inside the club next. I looked at the marquee over the club and noticed the special headliner of the night was a dancer named Taffy. Really? How trifling this all was. I pulled into a parking space across the street and set up for a stakeout.

I sat with my music turned down low and continued to watch the club. A loud rattling scared the heck out of me and caused me to jump and bump my head on the steering wheel. I wiped my hand down the side of my face and realized I had been asleep, and slob was coming out of my mouth. I was disgusted and grabbed a wipe from the open console between the two front seats and cleaned my face off. Then I looked up, and to my horror, saw that it was a police officer.

Rolling my car window down, I looked up at him with a smile on my face. “Yes, officer?”

“License and registration, please.”

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, fearing I had broken some law I was ignorant of.

He continued to stare at me, and filled with trepidation, I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out my registration and insurance card. Next, I reached into my purse and grabbed my license. Handing it over to him, I stole a peek around him and looked into the parking lot. The lot was still full of cars, and Eric and his brothers hadn’t left yet.

Taking a quick look at the clock, I realized I had been dozing for almost an hour. It was a few minutes after midnight.

“I’ll be back in just a moment. Do not get out of the car, Ms. Caldwell,” he stated, after looking at my license. After straightening up his big, bulky frame, he strode back to his car, and I watched him in the rear view mirror. He was gone for what seemed like fifteen minutes before he returned. Throughout that time, I prayed that Eric wouldn’t come out of the club. I could still see his car parked in the lot as well as his brother’s.

Finally, the officer strode back to my vehicle and handed my paperwork back to me. “Why are you parked outside of this club, Ms. Caldwell?”

“I was…I was…doing some light surveillance work,” I stated. There wasn’t any law against that, was there?

“Who are you doing surveillance work on and for?” he asked, with a confused look on his face.

“Well, um, I, well, see…today my husband told me that he was going out with his brothers. And they were at my house, too. They all said they were coming down here. But then I thought maybe my husband wasn’t, because he said the same thing a few years ago. But then I learned that he was having an affair. So, when he started acting strange again lately, I began to think maybe he wasn’t coming down here. So, I decided to—”

The officer held his hand up, stemming my flow of words. “Ma’am, that’s enough. I really don’t need to hear anymore.” He no longer held a stern expression on his face, but a slight smirk, which also lit up his dark brown eyes. He chuckled just a little before continuing his statement, “Mrs. Caldwell, trust me, you aren’t the first one to do this. But as I tell the others, you can’t park out here.

There’s a clear no parking sign there,” he said, pointing to a sign just ahead of my car. “You can park on the side street over there,” he said, gesturing with his hand. “But this is a really dangerous neighborhood. And just like I tell the dancers, you shouldn’t be out in this area without an escort,” he explained, lifting his eyebrows at me. “I won’t give you a ticket this time, just a warning. Why don’t you head on home, Mrs. Caldwell?” the officer suggested. “I’m sure your husband will be home soon enough.”

I felt like a chastised child, but I caught the hint and thanked him for the warning. I started up my car and planned to go to the side street he had pointed out. But he followed me as I went around the block and rather than doing a loop, I hopped back onto the highway and headed home. 

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A Soul On Fire...

4/10/2017

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"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire." Unknown
Time after time again you will have failings. Time after time again you will have success. Time after time again you will have letdowns and disappointments, but don't give up and don't give in. There are certain things in this life that we are sure of. Some of those come in the forms of gifts that have been placed upon our lives. Yet, when we don't see the road that we're attempting to take as clearly as we did when we first began the journey, we have the inclination to get discouraged.

Trials and challenges will come, but that's to strengthen your skill, desire, your fight, and your passion. No matter the obstacles, don't allow life, or society, or your many failings to convince you that you're not meant to do what you think you are. When you began to question yourself, it sets you up for another failing, and another opportunity for the enemy to creep in and steal your joy and your dreams.

The Word of God clearly says the enemy has come to steal, to kill, and to destroy. He does that through our hopes, dreams, aspirations, and anointing, but more often than not it's our thought life that gives him a foothold in the first place. If we trust that the Lord comes that we might have life and have it more abundantly, as it says in His Word, then we will be too busy pursuing our passion and we won't have a chance to give the enemy room to creep in.

Be about your business, which is that dream or goal He has set before you. Know who you are and what your purpose is on Earth, that way no one can come in and persuade you differently. When you believe in yourself, no one can stop you from aspiring to the endless possibilities that lie before you. Don't let fear set in and keep you from pursuing your passion. When that burning fire sets in that urges you to spend more time doing that thing that you're passionate about, or causes you to light up within...that's your ultimate purpose. Go after it, light that fire, and let it burn baby!
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Aligning Ourselves for Victory...

4/3/2017

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"It is time for us all to stand and cheer for the doer, the achiever - the one who recognizes the challenges and does something about it." Vince Lombardi
It is greater to celebrate the successes of others, rather than to wallow in a pit of self-pity and despair. I believe when we recognize and celebrate the wins and accomplishments of others, two things occur. The first is that it inspires the other person to continue to move forward in giving their best, and it brings joy to our own hearts and minds.

The second I believe is that when we open our mouths to recognize and celebrate others, the heavens above hear. I believe the promise that God has already set forth in our own lives, must come into alignment with our rejoicing and stir up the atmosphere for great things to come our way.

It is not an easy feat to stare adversity and challenge in the face, kick that door down, and move on towards victory. Yet, when someone can accomplish that, it deserves to be recognized.

I would love to hear from you on something (whether past or present) you have accomplished that required you to overcome challenges. Drop me a comment in the comments section...
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