I Told You So...

It’s true…Many people told me to stay away from alcohol; they told me the abusive relationship I was in was only going to get worse; people told me that marijuana is a gateway drug.

I didn’t listen though. It was because it was “old” people telling me those things. To me, it was as if they were just trying to control me; like they were trying to cage me. And that’s one thing I’ve always despised – being controlled. So, of course, I had to do my own thing and taste the alcohol, try to make that abusive relationship work, and hit that blunt at least once. What I didn’t know was that I’d like that first taste of alcohol a little too much. I didn’t know that first punch to my face would lead to a gun being pointed to my head. I never thought that “MaryJane” would be the starting pitch to popping pills and snorting coke.

But can I truthfully say “I didn’t know” these things? ‘Cause I do know I once heard my mama say something along those lines. I can recall my grandmamma telling me something similar to that. The truth of the matter is I didn’t want to believe that they were right. Because if they were right…that meant I was wrong! With that realization, my young mind turned to denial for comfort. In my denial, I did nothing but prove the “old” people even more right. I kept trying to fix what I had gotten myself into but only succeeded in getting myself into an even bigger mess. Then I hit rock bottom and I had to give up the front and throw in the towel. I had to admit to myself that I really didn’t know how to fix the mess I got myself into before I could turn to God the Father to help me put back the pieces of my life.

God put the “old” people in our lives to help guide us – not to control us. He placed them in our lives to show us the safer path because they went the wrong way and found out there was quicksand in the form of alcoholism that took them 25 years to get out of. They went down a side street where they got robbed for 8 years of their life and the thief was crack…

Believe me when I say that just like I never saw myself cruising my way towards being and alcoholic; that “old” person didn’t see a crack pipe and prostitution on her schedule of events.

God put the “old” people in our lives because He doesn’t want us to hurt the way that they hurt. He doesn’t want us to experience the torment that goes along with the high that they were itching for. As a young person, I would like to formally announce that I wish I had listened to the “old” people in my life…because as I was trying to prove them wrong I only proved them right.

Now, my only wardrobe choices are different shades of orange. And when I get the urge to see my little brother, the only thing I can do is pick up a pen and write. In the eyes of the world, where many don’t have faith in the Only Living God, I will not see freedom until the year 2020 just before my 32^nd birthday. But in the life that I live, in the Hand of the Almighty God, I walk in freedom through Christ Jesus on a daily basis because who the Son sets free is free indeed, and the law of man has no hold on me. I believe in faith as many of the “old” people in my life have believed and still do, that Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world; and that Jesus was sent to set the captives free. This is my public proclamation that God is in total control of my life because He knows better than I do, and that He will receive all the Glory when He shows the world that He can do the impossible. What has been signed in ink as my fate, God has cancelled out with His promises in the Word which I stand in faith believing.

For those who still haven’t seen the light, who don’t want to listen to the “old” people; I will tell you as a young person that they know what they’re talking about when they warn you that some of your wild ideas are not going to end with marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers and you won’t be able to make s’mores out of the mess that comes with the choice you may be contemplating. “Old” people are there to help you not hinder you. You don’ t have to go through what we did.

ffffFear

Fear is found in the hearts of even the youngest children.

I grew up in the shadow of fear. As far back as I can remember insecurity has held me hostage. Yes, insecurity is a form of fear.

For me, it was the fear of not adding up. It was the fear that I could not meet the expectations of others – the fear that I could not reach my own expectations.

What I later came to realize is that my own expectations mirrored the unrealistic standards of the media.

Even as a young child – no more than 5 years old – I wanted to be “perfect.” It did not matter that my own parents did not expect “perfection.”

It was the world that projected that goal – the media who continues to subconsciously engrain into little girls’ minds what they “need” to be in society.

As the years have gone by, the image that girls strive to achieve based on media’s version of “beauty” and “perfection” has only become more unrealistic; in all truth, it is, in fact, unreal.

Plastic surgery has become as casual as getting a tooth pulled; whereas, it was once known only as a means to repair and reconstruct damage caused by injury or perhaps to mend a child’s cleft lip.

How did beauty become synonymous to “perfection?” When did the viewpoint of others rule the self image of a young child?

Moreover, how do we repair the damage that has been inflicted upon our youths of today?


 Even better…do we want to, and will we???

UnderDogs

I seem to have a thing for the underdogs in the world. Maybe it’s somthin’ God put in my heart, but I’ve rooted for the underdog and took ‘em under my wing for a long time now. Underdogs are the people that are most often overlooked. They’re the ones that are picked on for not wearin’ name brand clothes or shoes. The underdog is the kid you always cheated off of in biology but never talked to outside of class.

The truth is I prolly go for the underdog because I was one of them. I was one of the kids that got teased for stayin’ home to get my homework done and for the off-brand shoes I wore in high school.
The underdog is also the fat guy in your culinary class who loves to cook; she’s the girl with the bushy eyebrows in your discipleship class at your church. You can find these people almost anywhere you go.

Luckily there are people in the world (like me :)
So, how ‘bout the next time you feel like makin’ fun of someone, try building them up instead. Life is already crappy enough as it is. So why do many of us feel the need to make someone else’s worse? Because ours isn’t turning out the way we want? It doesn’t have to be that way. But I guess you just don’t want to look dumb for actually being nice to the “nerdy” guy at your job…MAN, grow up!! And this message isn’t just for young folks in high school; It’s for GROWN men and women who are still bein’ punks and bullies because as long as there’s someone “beneath” them, they’re not at the bottom of the “food chain.”

Really, who cares if Jim is wearing Payless shoes! Who cares if Rita is eating her third piece of cake! Who cares if Jamie wears her makeup like that lady from the Drew Carey Show! If YOU’RE so worried about it, go buy Jim some shell-toe Adidas; bake the cake with Splenda for the next office party for Rita’s sake; and send Jamie some Cosmo Magazines so she can check out the makeup tips. OR…since you’re prolly not gonna do any of those things, quit bein’ so superficial because you have flaws just like the next person. We are all imperfect beings, so quit bein’ so judgmental and critical of what everyone else looks like or is doing. Really…what’s the point? What, you just have no other conversational points to bring up when you run into Greg at Starbucks?? Well, then maybe YOU have some things that you need to work out yourself. Mind your OWN business and maybe you might just figure out a way to fix your marriage. Mind your business and maybe you could make your deadlines at WORK.

Think about it. If your nose wasn’t in everyone else’s business, you’d have more time to handle your own! Can we say Epiphany?! The world would be a much quieter place if everyone wasn’t talkin’ bout what everyone else was or wasn’t doin’.

Don’t be mad cause I keep it Real and ain’t afraid to speak the truth. Think on it and you’ll see where I’m comin’ from. Everything about this life seems to be about some sorta psychotic power trip – and erratic rat race – because no one wants to be at the “bottom” of the ladder…and that’s because the stuck up people “above” them keep dropping proverbial bags of flaming crap on the heads of the people “beneath” them. And I put the quotation marks (“ ”) around ‘bottom,” “above,” and “beneath,” because all that stuff is all in peoples’ heads! It’s an illusion – not reality. The people who feel like they’re worthless and lame are no different than the people who think they’re the greatest thing since peanut butter was introduced to jelly! Some folks’ perspectives are warped, and they seem to be either living in their own personal nightmare or a fantasy land. Either way, both are living a struggle; one is fighting his way to the “top” while the other one is fighting to keep her place at the “top.”


Folks just need to relax and learn to enjoy the good in life. You choose…because it is a choice. I’d rather enjoy my life now rather than kill myself tryin’ to put everything beneath me ‘cause it’s IMPOSSIBLE, and it’s all in your mind.

Getcha Mind Right!

I seem to have a thing for the underdogs in the world. Maybe it’s somthin’ God put in my heart, but I’ve rooted for the underdog and took ‘em under my wing for a long time now. Underdogs are the people that are most often overlooked. They’re the ones that are picked on for not wearin’ name brand clothes or shoes. The underdog is the kid you always cheated off of in biology but never talked to outside of class.

The truth is I prolly go for the underdog because I was one of them. I was one of the kids that got teased for stayin’ home to get my homework done and for the off-brand shoes I wore in high school.

The underdog is also the fat guy in your culinary class who loves to cook; she’s the girl with the bushy eyebrows in your discipleship class at your church. You can find these people almost anywhere you go.
Luckily there are people in the world (like me ;) who aren’t ashamed to grab some lunch with the quiet girl at work who’s always got her nose in a book. Thank God there are those who put in an effort to try and bring out the awesome personalities that many of these underdogs are hiding. For me, I find it quite fulfilling to help the shy women at my job open up and gain confidence. I love to see her stand taller and actually walk around with a little proud smirk on her face. It’s great to see someone realize that there is actually a reason to live.

So, how ‘bout the next time you feel like makin’ fun of someone, try building them up instead. Life is already crappy enough as it is. So why do many of us feel the need to make someone else’s worse? Because ours isn’t turning out the way we want? It doesn’t have to be that way. But I guess you just don’t want to look dumb for actually being nice to the “nerdy” guy at your job…MAN, grow up!! And this message isn’t just for young folks in high school; It’s for GROWN men and women who are still bein’ punks and bullies because as long as there’s someone “beneath” them, they’re not at the bottom of the “food chain.”

Really, who cares if Jim is wearing Payless shoes! Who cares if Rita is eating her third piece of cake! Who cares if Jamie wears her makeup like that lady from the Drew Carey Show! If YOU’RE so worried about it, go buy Jim some shell-toe Adidas; bake the cake with Splenda for the next office party for Rita’s sake; and send Jamie some Cosmo Magazines so she can check out the makeup tips. OR…since you’re prolly not gonna do any of those things, quit bein’ so superficial because you have flaws just like the next person. We are all imperfect beings, so quit bein’ so judgmental and critical of what everyone else looks like or is doing. Really…what’s the point? What, you just have no other conversational points to bring up when you run into Greg at Starbucks?? Well, then maybe YOU have some things that you need to work out yourself. Mind your OWN business and maybe you might just figure out a way to fix your marriage. Mind your business and maybe you could make your deadlines at WORK.

Think about it. If your nose wasn’t in everyone else’s business, you’d have more time to handle your own! Can we say Epiphany?! The world would be a much quieter place if everyone wasn’t talkin’ bout what everyone else was or wasn’t doin’.

Don’t be mad cause I keep it Real and ain’t afraid to speak the truth. Think on it and you’ll see where I’m comin’ from. Everything about this life seems to be about some sorta psychotic power trip – an erratic rat race – because no one wants to be at the “bottom” of the ladder…and that’s because the stuck up people “above” them keep dropping proverbial bags of flaming crap on the heads of the people “beneath” them. And I put the quotation marks (“ ”) around ‘bottom,” “above,” and “beneath,” because that stuff is all in peoples’ heads! It’s an illusion – not reality. The people who feel like they’re worthless and lame are no different than the people who think they’re the greatest thing since peanut butter was introduced to jelly! Some folks’ perspectives are warped, and they seem to be either living in their own personal nightmare or a fantasy land. Either way, both are living a struggle; one is fighting his way to the “top” while the other one is fighting to keep her place at the “top.” Folks just need to relax and learn to enjoy the good in life. You choose…because it is a choice. I’d rather enjoy my life now rather than kill myself tryin’ to put everyone beneath me ‘cause it’s IMPOSSIBLE, and it’s all in your mind.