Pieces of Me

So when you look at my face. You got to know that I'm made. Of everything love and pain, these are the pieces of me. Like every woman I know, I complicated for sure, but when I love I love to there's no love no more, these are the pieces of me ~Ledisi~


How complicated are we, "women"? Pretty complicated I think many would say, but what amazing beings God created. I met this amazing women yesterday, and it made me have a moment of reflection, of just how resilient God made us. The time he must have spent crafting us. He truly knew that we would have to be so different and so very special. This women, we'll call her "Angel", came into my office and when she approached the front desk she had this illuminating glow about her and an unforgettable personality. She had been recommended to one of the practices in our offices by another doctor. As she was talking she mentioned that she had just finished a bout with cancer(ovarian) stage 3. She recently went back to the doctor, only to find out that it had spread to her liver. The whole time she was telling this story she was smiling and laughing. She mentioned she was going to Zumba at 10am, Yoga at 3pm, and she would finish her day off with Spin Class at 6pm. I looked at her and I was astonished that she had so much energy and pizazz! She mentioned the doctors said she needed to slow down, but this women looked as though she was in the best health and shape that I could possibly imagine. Still smiling, still excited about life, and most importantly unaffected by cancer. Her "piece" was resiliency. 


So often I wonder how many pieces God designed us with. Which piece is the one that holds us together in times of trouble and triumph....


Her testimony touched my heart. My realtor told me that we as women have something called, "presence"! And even on our worst day we are still the best(LR)! We have all these pieces that make us up and some how we find a way to keep them all together, even when we want to pull the covers over our head and cry. We have an innate ability to PRESS, to keep going, to still smile, to still love, to still give, to still be a wife, mother, daughter, counselor. Complicated, yes. But what amazing attributes we have. What is your piece???


Love & Joy

My Season is Changing

I started this blog some months ago, and I don't think I really knew what I was saying when I signed each posting as "My Season is Changing". Often times we speak things not truly understanding what we are saying. It's been a year of Summer, Winter, Fall, & Spring. I can truly say I have experienced all seasons. However, if I look at it from a spiritual perspective, I can see that in each season, I-DID-CHANGE. I grew. I became more knowledgeable in Winter, than in Summer. More courageous in Fall, and more transparent in Spring.

Your season is a learning tool for life. It is not a place for you to become comfortable, and complacent, but a time for you to go through the stages, and levels needed for your METAMORPHOSIS! The year is not over yet, but I have grown so much, and I am not the quiet little girl anymore. I don't walk in defeat, but I live to be victorious. The life lessons that I have learned, the tears, fears, heart-breaking trials and tests that I have had to face, have made me a woman. We sometimes think that our age makes us grown, but in this time of reflection, I beg to differ. Life, being an overcomer, your testimony, makes you grown. It's not your age, but your attributes.

I'm getting closer to my dreams, to my destiny, the more God stretches me. I love me. I love that I have been tried, and I'm still standing. I am living a colorful life; full of red, yellow, green, purple, orange, and sometimes black. But it's in the darkness where I find my light, where I have found me! My Season will always be changing, isn't that a beautiful thing!


Love & Joy.

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I'm a Hustler!

This title may not be the most feminine, but it sure is fitting for how I feel this morning. It is in me to strive toward greatness. Even in my pitfalls, stumbles, trials and tribulations I want to reach the land of milk and honey. I want the best that God has for me. Even in my loneliness, tears, and fears, I still go hard everyday. Even in my days when my faith is not as strong as it should be, something on the inside keeps me pressing and reaching and moving towards my destiny. I am a hustler. I work 3 jobs, provide for my family, and I am still creating and inventing ways to do and be more than just what no matter what things may look like.  I want to be an example for every woman, man, girl or boy that wants more out of life.  That example for those few who truly want to take theirGod given place in this world! You may not see it but I wear a crown, and I place on the top of my head everyday. I am royalty, and when you are royalty you make things happen. You command and demand what is yours.  I'm a hustler just like my father! He calmed the Storm. Parted the Red Sea. Walked on water, & He has done miracles after miracles! So I hustle everyday, because it is in me. A hustler is: Hardworking-Unique-Steadfast-Talented-Leader-Enticing-Relevant.

Find the hustler in you....

In spite of it All

Every morning I get up, get my daughter Hallie together, wash her face brush her teeth, get her dressed, comb her hair, and make sure she eats breakfast. Get myself together, and off with our day. It's not always in that order, but some how we get it done. Wednesday we were leaving home, rushing I should say, we get on the elevator,  I have my purse in one hand, my bag of "things" in the other hand, Hallie right by me, and I had just enough time to take a deep breath on the ride down from the 9th floor to the 3rd. We stopped on the 6th floor for someone to get on, the lady steps in and smiles. I smile back, with that uncomfortable elevator smile! Before we get to the 3rd floor, she says, "Busy morning"? I replied yes. She says, " I don't have kids but my girlfriends do, and they always seem to be rushing or busy, but some how they manage." I said that's an understatement.

I got in the car and on the drive I'm listening to 99.1 and the radio personality on there Ebonie is discussing how she was just recognized as one of the top 30 radio/television personalities and she shared the list with women of great influence. She begin crying, and she mentioned how grateful and humbled she was by the recognition. She talked about how hard she works, gives back to the community, allot of times with no recognition or acknowledgement, a simple thank you. The most powerful thing she said though, was, "As long as God sees my hard work, as long as he is pleased when I get to Heaven, then that is what matter's most."

I found myself in the car crying, fighting back the tears as I drove my daughter to school. Reflecting on the many things I juggle and struggle with, being a mother, career women, entrepreneur, and ministry. Wondering if anyone sees or even knows how hard it is, the days when I want to scream, give up, or throw in the towel. But I am reminded of 2 Timothy v:3 as I paraphrase it says, "I thank God whom I serve as my forefathers did with a clear conscience. Timothy who was in jail at the time, was basically saying, I've been through allot, but I have no regrets and I would do it all over again.

When I think of the things I've been through, the days when I  simply didn't want to do the routine, this passage always pops into my mind. Because surely if Timothy who was in jail at the time could still give God the praise in spite of what his circumstances were, surely I can do the same. Daily I remind myself that God has not forgotten about me, that he sees all and knows all, and my work is not in vein. He is a mind regulator, a heart fixer, and he'll give you peace that won't go to pieces. I love him so much. Yes, it gets hard, but I continue to press, I continue to fight the fight of faith, pray without ceasing, and serve, because it's not over until I win!

The Makeover

God I want to be made over,  made into "Me", not the person society says I am supposed to be. I want my name to be Victory, I want to live on top of the world. Help me to be bold & courageous, not just some little girl. Take me from thinking low and put me high, I want to fly above the sky. God, I am a blank canvas, ready to be filled, with the dreams you desire for me to fulfill. I am tired of saying no, when you have already said yes, I want to go beyond what I perceive to be the best. Yes I am ready for construction, I want to made, no more living in my yesterday. I want to be confident and triumphant. God I want to be made over, made into "Me", the person I was born to be. No more being apart of the crowd, it's time for me to live out loud. To stand out, and not just walk amongst the crowd. I am going through a metamorphosis, change is my middle name, I am no longer sitting out of the game. Move out of my way, I am living and  striving for the day, when I cross the finish line, no more wasting time. God make me over, made into "Me", I want to leave behind my history. Make me over, make me right, move me pass what's in my sight. My Makeover is my Legacy, and who God says I will be!


Love....

Lipstick Check!

So I'm not a person who carries around my bag of cosmetics: my powder, lipgloss, and those things that are supposed to accessorize my beauty, but I do love my lipstick. Raisin is the color to be exact, and when I put it on I feel complete, like I'm ready to go out and take over the world. It truly is my favorite. I've tried other things, but it just doesn't feel right, it's not Raisin. When I run out, it's like panic mode, I'm literally scrapping the inside of the tube to get it out. It's almost like, how did this happen? How did I run out? Did I not notice this?!?! Ring the alarm Raisin is gone. What's funny is, isn't that how we do God...I mean he's not lipstick by far, but we wait until we are in panic mode, literally empty, until we notice we've run out of God. Didn't say good morning to him. I didn't thank him for waking me up. I didn't praise him, or tell him how much he means to me, but then it became a 911 emergency, I was empty, I had let HIM run out of my life. See he really is my favorite, the best I could ever have, and when I have him in my life; not scrapping him out when I'm empty...I can take over the world, I can do anything, go anywhere, accomplish every goal, I am complete! Lipstick Check! God Check!

Love....