via Daily Prompt: Portion When people meet, they come with many stories inside of them. I share this picture because I met this beautiful May lady of grace and family. We are both celebrating our # 72. We spent a portion of my “Celebration Memories” fundraiser and she and her family gave a donation after our meeting less than thirty minutes. I wanted to write and give a testimony of how the Lord positions people to come together and form a bond of purpose. Mrs B. Isom and family poured into the memories and passion of a stranger to make a difference.
https://goo.gl/photos/9Qtn8MLdeDf78cw67 I accomplished a dream and vision even after a high wind came through our city. I have been planning this memorial celebration for my #72 for months and then many in our city lost power and I had to rearrange the event but I was able to share the memory of Leslie with family and friends. I had a memorable weekend and I am full of joy which I would like to share in these one hundred words. My daughter , GirlMic died on September 1, 2015 after a diagnosis eighteen years before and we will always remember her in our storytelling opportunities.
via Photo Challenge: Heritage My heritage of Education is my focus eight days before Celebration 72. I share that the formal education that I have pursued comes from my love of reading and writing. I still remember my first grade teacher at Magnolia School and her words about the importance of being educated. I was always drawn to teachers who shared their self, soul and spirit to help me achieve my education. I keep pictures from several of my College/ Universities graduations on my Vision Board. They range from 1972 AD, 1984 BSN and 1991 MS. They represent my love of life long learning. .
via Photo Challenge: Reflecting Why do I wake at 01:17 to start a writing challenge? I did and since this is something I do frequently, I began to do some soul searching and reflecting. I am reading a quote from the devotional I published and these words of prayer reflect my feelings as I gaze up at another full moon. I wrote, “Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for the smiles, listeners, and touch. Thank You for the movement of the Holy Spirit as I know You are daily opening doors for me to step through for Your glory.” I see You!
via Daily Prompt: Fry This is a 05:00 post about how I sometimes find myself in a hot oil situation. I have a problem with all types of cooking because I do not get any joy relief from spending time in the culinary scene. I am looking at the option of frying fish on a Friday but it seems to be so much trouble when I can find a place to buy it. To buy or fry causes family anxiety but it goes with the territory. I am asking directions and looking for ways to get from the hot oil scene.
I was asked, Where are your butterflies? I said to them, “They are somewhere sharing my joy.” Since I rarely go out of my house without a butterfly on me, I began to realize how important having joy is to my self, soul and spirit. I just wanted to write this one hundred words as a tribute to all the families who woke up this morning without joy. Why do we wake up and say that today is going to be better than ever before? I believe it is the gift of joy that we find daily with the butterflies.
We are called many names. Sometimes words will bring forgotten memories. I remember being called to be a champion and how I wanted to live up to the title. I am writing today about knowing someone whom I called a champion. I am doing this one hundred word salute to one of our champions. I remember my mother as a champion. She went through some hard situations but she always smiled and gave her family and friends whatever she had. One precious memory is her beautiful singing voice. My Mother Mae was truly a called champion.