Grace for the Gay Life

“I’m just letting you know that if I get suspended from school on Tuesday, it’s for a good reason.”

Granted, that is not exactly the greeting I’d hoped to get from my 17 year old son who’d been driving me “nuts” with the way he’d been “flubbing” up his grades lately…

However,  yesterday I knew I needed to listen and say nothing.

So I did and he continued.

He began, “Okay, there’s this dude I know…he doesn’t bother anybody…he rides the school bus with me…Well, we wore a wig to school…and…well, he’s confused…Anyway, he wore a wig to school and they suspended him for nothing so the whole upcoming senior class is planning to purposely disregard the school’s dress code in protest of his treatment. They can’t suspend everybody!”


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That was his logic…I almost worried whether he would be the only one brave enough to do it…

He continued “I mean, I don’t condone his lifestyle, but he didn’t do anything wrong so mama, I’m gonna wear a “wife beater” and I’m gonna sag on Tuesday in protest!  So when I get suspended, you can’t say it wasn’t for a good reason”

Hmmm…a good reason…that got me thinking again about all the questions I’ve asked of God.  I was always told of the “good” that would be revealed.  I admit some of those goods have yet to manifest in my life, but given those I have experienced already, I’m yet hopeful.

I imagine that my son assumed that I would have been upset with him for his premeditated rebellion, but I wasn’t.  I was proud.

I was proud because not long ago the first thing he mentioned when he arrived at the performing arts school was that there were a lot of “confused” students and he immediately wanted to go elsewhere.

However, after a while he realized that these students were not much different than himself. I shared with him then he was called to minister to them.  He shrugged it off and I almost forgot about it myself until I saw the smile in his eyes when he mentioned what he was going to do on behalf of his comrade.

My son then went on to say that he was more upset with the faculty because they all walked by the young man laughing at him while he was in the office.  He even mentioned how one of the security guards called him a f*#%t-I can’t even bring myself to type the word.

I can only imagine how ostracized the boy might have felt.


I wouldn’t be surprised if my son came up with the protest idea himself.  I also wouldn’t be surprised if he were the only one to do it.  He’s a born leader and strong-willed in every way.


I am most proud of my son because he has learned to see this young man, though “confused” as he put it, as God sees us.  I could say that my words of wisdom helped him reach the point of his decision yesterday, but I know that it was the Holy Spirit. Recco is willing to sacrifice himself for the wrong done to another.


Considering the times this year I’ve been tempted to assume my son was possessed (teen-attitudes-who needs ’em), I could have easily dismissed his decision to purposely get suspended for this “good reason” as reckless.

Yet, I can’t help but smile knowing my son is getting a bit more like Jesus everyday in that he too has an abundance of grace for the gay life.

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6 Things Christians Should Stop Saying

Nadia Davis:

Man this post really made me reconsider some of the things I’ve said over the years…it’s worth you taking a look too.

Originally posted on Gospel Relevance:

We all have that one friend that consistently says cheesy Christians clichés. I think most of us would agree that this is typically, well, very annoying. This is intensified when the sayings aren’t biblical. The motive behind saying them are usually noble, but they often simply aren’t true or helpful.

So, what are some of them?

Below are six things that Christians should stop saying:

1) Let Go and let God.  This phrase is typically used when in a trial. In a sense, I adore the “letting go” part if that means resting in God’s sovereignty, but when facing trials and tribulations, there are simply a lot of things that we can actually do. We can pray, study Scripture, confess sin, repent of sin, seek help from wise counsel, weep, mediate on Scripture, serve others, etc. “Letting go” has too much of a passive feel to it; it denotes that we…

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This is perhaps the shortest title I’ve ever written for a post, but I’m sure all of you are tech saavy enough to know what that means…Anywho …

Well, today I’m just going to drop a little bit of wisdom on your borrowing a line from one of my favorite R&B groups from back in the day, “Don’t Talk, Just Listen”  Now while I have written on the subject before…at least I think I have…anyway….

Okay, I have but it’s in one of those drafts I mentioned I need to get done.

I remember one time I used to have a little problem with running my mouth as if I knew it all…


No seriously, I remember when it came to an abrupt demise too.

What had happened was…(yes, I know that is incorrect grammar)

Anyway, I overheard one of my co-workers call another co-worker the “wrong name!”

Or so I thought…

No one asked for my assistance, but I interjected it anyway.   Naturally I assumed I was right.

Need I really say anything more about assumptions? 

Didn’t think so!

She answered in such a genuinely kind voice…she’s a pastor’s wife…why was that necessary?

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No, you don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve known her since before you were born.

That said, I’ve revealed yet another embarrassing life lesson.

Sometimes we don’t get the point so quickly…

I spoke to a woman not long ago who called for my help.  Yet, the moment I opened my mouth, she quickly cut me off with, “I know that hon, but I’m talking about the  yadda, yadda, yadda.”

So what did I do?  I did as any wise person would.  I shut up and waited for her to finish telling me “everything she knew.”

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Long story short…when she finally stopped I was able to tell her just enough to get her motor running again.

She listened for a minute and really didn’t allow me to tell her much else because she was all “IKR”

Yep, she knew soooooo much that she had to call back and ask for more help….again…and again…

Do you really think it was a coincidence that she got me three times in a row that day?


I’m not bashing the woman, I’m merely pointing out how sometimes we can be so quick to “know it all” that we prove just how little we do know….to us and to whoever else is in earshot. I believe that God was teaching her a lesson that we all should take more seriously.

She was in such a rush to get things done that she ended up wasting more time and energy making u-turns than she would have had she simply slowed down, attentively listened to instruction, and allowed me to guide her in the process the first time.

Since my own little rush to misjudgment, I have made it a point to mind my own business, however,  I have found myself on occasion not fully listening to what God has said to do.

For instance, I believe God wants me to be married.   Only, when I first got that word, I just ran with it.  I never stopped and gathered all the necessary info.  Two divorces later, I’m definitely only seeking God’s advice from here on out…

Do you really want to go through what I went through? I hope not.

I thank God for His Grace and Deliverance! I’m grateful for the process because through it I finally obtained wholeness.  However, if I could have gotten to this place a little simpler, trust, I would have…

That said, the next time you are tempted to text or even think IKR, please for your own good make sure you actually do!

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Hang Up Your Hiccups

The other morning the craziest thing happened.  I got the hiccups in mid-prayer!

It didn’t make sense because I just woke up! So…not to sound all super-duper spiritual and all, but I went for my bible.  I don’t believe in coincidences and I’m learning more and more to rely on the Holy Spirit’s leading so that’s that on that.

However,  every time my eyes would settle on a passage, I’d hiccup and lose my focus. So I got up and went to my dictionary instead.

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Anyway, the first definition I found…well…

A medical doctor I am not!  Nor do I ever intend to be in the medical field, so all the talk about the epiglottis and diaphragm contractions was no where near what I needed to know. What caught my attention, however, was the second definition.


Basically, a hiccup is considered a “setback.” It went on to say that it is “usually a minor one.”  And get this, the moment I understood how it applied to my life, my hiccups stopped!

So yes, I guess God was trying to tell me something and I’m grateful for the revelation.  He allowed me to realize the uncomfortable situation I been dealing with (you know financial woes, issues with my kids, and even bouts with unforgiveness) were just minor setbacks and better yet, they were only temporary.

I have a typical job and while I’m grateful for the opportunity to be employed at a ministry, however, ministering to those who have been hurt and forgotten is what pleases me the most.   So I guess it could be said that I’m fulfilled….


I want more…I want to do more…I know God has designed me for more…I want to break out of this box like yesterday!

I have so many ideas…that are demanding to get out!!!


Do you have dreams that you have yet to fulfill? Have you allowed someone else to finish what you haven’t had the courage to start?  Have you allowed fear to paralyze you before the next step in the process?  Sometimes the only way you can truly see God in all His faithfulness is when you take a step. And that step might mean a step away from the familiar: a relationship, a job, or even a lifestyle.


I’m most at peace writing about the Lord, speaking about His presence, just being where He wants me to be, and could really care less about much else.  God opened my eyes the other morning with a new determination to complete the purpose He started in my life so many years ago.

It’s been a long time since I’d started that journey, but God allowed me to see that I’d previously allowed the hiccups–yes, the setbacks-usually minor–curtail my faith and the process He had assigned to my life.   He allowed me to see that my faithfulness to His purpose was far more important that any 9-5. All the while, God’s remained my source.  He’s allowed me to go through illness that has caused me to work less, thus, getting paid less, but I haven’t skipped a beat.  The Lord truly is my Shepherd!  I can no longer allow the busy to-do lists divert my attention any longer from God’s already-done list.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t have to worry about holding my breath or relying on fear to jolt me into what God has for me.  I just have to remain consistent in seeking Him and allow Him to direct my path.

This morning I realized that God was waiting on me.  I’m not advocating that you walk away from your job tomorrow, but I am advising you to examine yourself and your surroundings.  It doesn’t necessarily mean that where you are right now is not a good place.  It might just not be the place you need to be anymore.  With that, I’ve hung up my hiccups, now it’s your turn.

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You’ll Find Me Frolicking in Yonder Glen.

Originally posted on NotoftheNorm.:

Near and dear to my heart, lies a word. This is word that most people have heard, but haven’t really taken the time to understand. This is a word that makes me think of all that we can’t understand in the world. This is a word that brings to my mind magic in the most innocent form.


The autumn leaves crunch underfoot. Despite the brush of a chill across your face, you can’t help but smile because of the sheer beauty in the scene before you. The sunlight is streaming down through the jostling tress and the world around you is orchestrating a minuet of celebration– because regardless of circumstances, God is still good, life is still a gift, and creation is still whimsical.

The Oxford Dictionary definition:
“Playfully quaint or fanciful, especially in an amusing and appealing way.”

I think that, just maybe, God wants us to live…

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The Letter

Nadia Davis:

12 years ago today, I remember His grace all the more.

Originally posted on Better Not Bitter:

Dear Broken Sister,

I hope and pray that you read this message in its entirety as I have a lot to say. I’d be lying if I said that no one put me up to this, but gladly that one is our Lord. I know this seems weird that I am contacting you this way. I really don’t know how to begin but you have been on my mind and heart for quite some time. When I asked for your contact information, I had every intention of providing it to the ministry leader so that we could send you the prior discussion topics on the days you may be unable to attend. But when I thought about it, the paper that you’d written your information on was nowhere to be found. A few Sundays ago I bought an extra cd of the service because I didn’t think I saw you…

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Don’t Force the Fit

Let’s face it there are some people who are not meant to be a part of your life anymore.

Cliche as it may be, it’s the truth.  There are some people who were only meant to stick around for a while.  And that “while” does not equate to making it last forever!

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I still don’t really understand why this song is so popular…all that whining and carrying on…I digress…

Let me put it to you this way.  You wouldn’t wear a wool coat in the summer would you?  So why hang onto people who are just as ill-fit for your  next season?

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Well whatever the excuse, when God gives you the gift of goodbye (Shout out to Pastor K) it’s always in your best interest to bid adieu.

That is so easy to say isn’t it?

Of course it is, but doing it takes a WHOLE lot more faith than we tend to have.  Hey, I’m not pointing the finger.  While I’m typing, I’m preaching to myself too.

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I remember I prayed for months for the Lord to heal my marriage and nothing changed between us until one night I cried at my daughter’s bedside, “Lord, just make him leave!!!! Thy will be done.”

That next Tuesday, He announced plans to move out.

You see I tried to force what didn’t fit anymore. (If it ever did)

Still wondering about that one there!

What I didn’t realize at the time was that God is not obligated when we go against what He said to do.

My point:  Let’s take Abraham, for example. God made a covenant with him and he was given specific instructions to leave his family and go where God alone directed him.  Sure, Abraham left and had the faith to follow where God led him immediately.  There was just one little problem.

Lot went with him!!!

Genesis 12:1-4 New Living Translation (NLT)

The Call of Abram

12 The Lord had said to Abram, “Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father’s family, and go to the land that I will show you. I will make you into a great nation. I will bless you and make you famous, and you will be a blessing to others. I will bless those who bless you and curse those who treat you with contempt. All the families on earth will be blessed through you.”

So Abram departed as the Lord had instructed, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he left Haran.

Now, it did not say that Abraham invited Lot to tag along, but it also didn’t say that he did anything to prevent Lot from joining him on the journey.

In this way Abraham was partially obedient. And not to add anything to the bible, but I believe by not committing to God’s exact instruction, Abraham also delayed his promise. Think about it. In the very next chapter all you see is drama and confusion.

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I believe this is because I too have partially obeyed God’s instruction before and let’s say the blessings that are manifesting for me right now have been a long time coming as a result!

Hold Up! I am no advocate for divorce as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before for the record. However, I’m an avid supporter of EQUALLY YOKED unions though!!!



Ladies, a word of warning: If a man is not going to change to get you, he will definitely not change to keep you….so it really doesn’t matter whether he puts a ring on it if his heart is not sincere!

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Besides if you don’t have Your Daddy’s approval, you are bound for trouble.

Now we all may need to grow up a bit and I admit I’m still growing so this is NO MAN BASHING SESSION!!!

In fact, I only brought  this subject up because I’ve been swarmed with questions and conversations about relationships lately…As if I had a clue!

Okay this is me and relationships before reading a bunch of other blogs and books about them:


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I’m somewhat amazed at some of the questions I’ve received.  Yet, in the same breath, I’m humbled that those who’ve thought to ask my opinion did so out of what they’ve said that I’ve represented before them.

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Regardless, one thing is for certain,  you can’t force what doesn’t fit. So do yourself a favor, stop trying and move on!


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Newsflash: God Loves Homosexuals Too!!!

So this morning I’ve found myself more grateful for the gift of boldness I’ve been given. I suppose I have edited my comments on this subject too…by keeping quiet, but that would be too easy so here goes something.

Disclaimer:  By the way, from now on I’ve decided to not edit my posts until after the first run…I’m still a little nit picky, but this freeing “lack of activity” is helping me to actually let loose and reach my goals instead of writing and re-writing post after post without actually publishing them-For the Record, I have more drafts than posts-so yes, it’s A NECESSITY…anyway…grammarians beware…I know better, but out of the heart flows the issues of life so…


I love how God connects the dots of our lives.  So about the same-sex marriage issue, homosexuality, gay pride, and all the other terms that have been thrown around in the media yet eerily hushed in the church…I believe the issue at hand is a matter of ignorance and pain not hatred…indeed fear and anger…no bigotry…well at least not most of the cases I’ve observed.

Now granted there are some STUPID PEOPLE out there who have physically hurt and even killed those who identify themselves as a part of the LGBT community as their dumb attempt to so call “cleanse” our world of who they feel don’t belong….

Hmm sounds so familiar doesn’t it?  Oh yeah, that’s how that whole racism/slavery/civil rights uproar started huh?


There are some who argue that some people are born homosexual.  Until about three weeks ago, I would have disagreed.  I’ll explain in the next post in this inevitable series.

There are others who say that the lifestyle is a choice.  I was one of those people before. In the cases of the people I know who are openly “gay,” they admitted it was their choice…albeit involuntary…still a choice…I’ll explain that in an upcoming post too.

If you haven’t noticed a little trend here, there is A WHOLE LOT MORE TO SAY ABOUT THIS ISSUE …so the confines of one measly post wouldn’t do it justice so I rather than to go off on a million tangents in this one, I’ve deemed it necessary to expand this area….

That said, I do encourage your comments-good or bad because I know that God’s called me to be a voice in this area for some strange reason…I say “strange” because I’ve never been on the other side of the fence if you will…images (8)

However until I gather more information…testimonies…stories and news…

Well that’s it…I don’t really know the direction that God is going with this yearning, but I know that it will be all good in the end so I’m going with that.

Did I ask for this?

In a word:


Okay that was three, but you know what I mean#smirk

However, this has been on my heart for quite some time and within the last few weeks I’ve been bombarded with it whether I want to go there or not…

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Well, I guess that’s not the best example considering that Jonah hated the people that he had been called to help.

That’s so not me…as much as I’d like to strangle a few folk every now and again for the silly things they do and say, I hate no one. Rather, since I was a child, my heart has bled for the broken…

God touched my heart a couple weeks ago when He whispered to me that He wanted me to minister to “another” type of broken people…

…Not just those women impacted by sexual abuse or domestic violence, not just those ladies who felt jilted by love, and not even just those children who found themselves involuntarily caught in the crossfire of chaos…but a broken that I never felt like I understood…a broken people that though I was ignorant of many of the struggles they may or may not face, have always had a special place in my heart and mind…

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There are some Christians who are on the down low.

There are some Christians that are just low-down when it comes to the way they treat others regardless of sexual “orientation” or “preference.”

Regardless, everything I just mentioned is and always has been a moot point.

That said. I do believe that marriage is only marriage when the two involved are one man and one woman.

However, as a Christian there are some things that we must consider about God’s character:

 God is Love: 

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 New International Version (NIV)

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Since God is love, I submit that He LOVES everyone! And yes that includes HOMOSEXUALS!!!

Now I’m sure that I’ve probably gotten a bunch of snarls and gasps by that last comment.  Who knows? Perhaps I may even get un-friended or un-followed for typing that, but I really don’t care. After all Jesus was ostracized for spitting the the truth so I’m still in good company.

Anyway…back to the subject at hand…

While real love is unconditional, it is not often exemplified in a manner that allows one to have his or her own way.  Ask any attentive parent that question.

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We as Christians must learn to relax in the right way!  Now with all the stories coming out about this person and that person who just “came out” it seems that our world is too preoccupied by the commercials instead of focusing on the program at hand.

Perhaps we are so caught up at times in hating the sinner that we forget that we too have fallen short of God’s glory, albeit in other ways possibly, but still just as sinful as our homosexual counterparts.

Jesus didn’t come to condemn the world but to save it.  Did we forget that part, church?

No, that does not mean that it’s time to allow two men or two women to be married in our churches, but if a couple comes in arm and arm and your first thought is to snarl, consider not just what Jesus would do, but consider what He did do.  Not to mention what He still does, through His Holy Spirit for you today!!!

When He clothed Himself in our flesh, He was constantly verbally attacked by religious leaders until yest their rage incited physical attacks, and ultimately death because He  was considered to have consorted with those who were “Sinners.”  But He Did Rise Again!!!

Is anything too hard for God? No, but it seems that the simplest things like loving one another is so hard for us doesn’t it.

Are you the one who denies that family member access to your child because you fear the “influence”- Disclaimer-There are some folk that will molest kids so I understand protection, but there is a better way to explain things to them. I know full well that it was no coincidence that our broadcast aired this info right when God had placed it on my heart to pen this post…

I’m humbled and grieved…

Yet, I am thankful that there are authors and speakers out there like Sean McDowell teaching that better way…God’s way…the loving way to address this overwhelming shift in our culture.

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We all are sinners…the only difference between your sin and that of a brother or sister in Christ who may struggle with same-sex attraction is that your sin is not displayed like a scarlet letter.

I have a question for you.  All things considered, if you know better…want to do better…try to do better, but every time you fail, it’s stamped on your forehead, would you at some point just give up trying?  I would. So perhaps that is what many of our sons, daughters, cousins, brothers, aunts, uncles, and even mothers and fathers have taken to heart.

Though the decision being discussed in the Supreme Court might strike an uneasy cord in our nation today, consider that the reason this is happening is because so many of God’s children have forgotten that a threefold cord is not easily broken.  Perhaps when we get together and include God’s real point of view in this matter as well as so many others, we too we be able to love as He so unconditionally does.

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My Prayer for Today and Everyday

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Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank You so much for…

answering my prayer…

helping me re-examine my life as a mother, sister, and daughter…

renewing my mind…

giving me hope in every area of my life…

Thank You for the journey and for Your provision…

God, You are mighty!

Thank You for strengthening me and allowing me to be willing to do what needs to be done as a mother…

Thank you for helping me realize that I have a choice in how I will react to my circumstances

Thank You for renewing my faith…

Thank you for cleansing my mind and my conscience…

Thank you for giving me accountability partners…

Your Divine hand is on my life and I am so grateful…

I realize where I’ve gone wrong in the past and I thank you for reminding me

that in spite of me, You love me.

In Jesus’s name I pray. Amen.

Quit Editing Yourself

So I titled this post as if I’m telling you all to just flow with the script God gave you, but really I’m talking about myself.

Yesterday I had a very soberly dose of reality.  I attended a writer’s conference that I almost didn’t because of a number of minor excuses.  But boy am I glad that I did go!  The information was not only specifically what I needed to hear from the experts who spoke about writing memoirs and techniques to use in non-fiction writing, but the new folk I sat next to were by far the best reason to attend.

One young lady and I immediately hit it off. The ice breaker was original unsettling because as we found out, we both were introverts so the fact that we were required to walk around the whole area arm and arm telling one another a story about the other as we made the trek.  We both agreed on at least three occasions during that little adventure, “This is so weird.”

Regardless of the weirdness  of that situation, I am thankful for that meeting and the next.  The main speaker for the first portion just happened to have a lot more in common with me that I expected. I was immediately intrigued because she had been a professor in the writing center from UALR.  I felt the need to gain some further direction about the book I’d been working on for what seems forever!

After a few breaks and sharing  a bit more of myself with the young lady to my left.  She asked whether I record myself and transcribe it. I admitted that I used to do that and sometimes I will find myself talking about my story and regretting that I never pressed record.  Even in that conversation, I wish I had not paused it.

Maybe subconsciously I felt I had nothing to say worth hearing again.

I’m glad that this young lady admitted as a disclaimer that she’s gotta work on tact before she shared with me exactly what I needed to hear.

As I shared bits and pieces about my mother and the trials I’d faced with my ex-husband and the ups and down f single motherhood, her words stung  but there were just the hypodermic needle I needed to push me to accept the fact that indeed I did just need to quit editing myself.

“You need to just do it.  I think that you’re trying so hard not to be like your mother than you are going to send yourself to the opposite end of crazy!”

Pointing out that I did possess a few OCD tendencies when it came to editing my work and even reading the work of others, the meat of my issue was revealed in another very telling statement she made, ” I think you are so worried about what people will think that you are editing yourself.”

I knew that I’d always had the tendency to correct my grammatical errors as well as that of others for years and I knew that I have a tendency to procrastinate.  What I couldn’t get was why I could set a goal to finish grad school with a 4.0 when I started, maintain that 4.0 except for one B+ and and A- at the end of that trek, settling for a 3.875.  I was still proud that I’d been graced to receive that after having been out of school for so many years prior.

This other new acquaintance mentioned that the reason I managed to get it together when I was in grad school was because I had structure…a plan that someone else had made for me, and that I hadn’t completed the book because their’s no rubric if you will.

We were given an exercise to write on the fly and one other young lady’s feedback jolted my spirit.
“I wanted to hear more..I could identify with your desire to reconcile with your mother and whether it was even possible to do so because I too struggle with issues with in my family.”

We were told to write for about ten minutes on the fly.  We were told to pick a person from a list of names that e’d jotted down earlier and just to write.  We were not told that we would have to read it aloud to someone else for feedback

I’m glad I didn’t know what.  Had I known that I would likely have done what I’ve done so often in life.  I would have edited myself…my words…my story.

Well no more!!

I know that that has been my crutch and I’ve held onto a cast for too long.  I’ve been healed but I supposed I’d gotten used to it’s comfort.  So while I am still an editor at heart, I understand  that writing from the heart doesn’t require that I go back and undo the wrongs that I have done, but that I just be me in the moment.  With that, from this point on, I’m deciding to be perfectly okay with my grammatical mistakes on this blog.  I want real people to read and be blessed  and that by no means requires perfection so today I’m finally able to stop editing myself if for no other reason but to entice you to do the same

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