Bigger is always better in America. Unless, of course you are fat. Big guns, big wars and big cars to show off our big money. Except, the guns are being made overseas by children. The wars are being fought for oil or whatever unknown reason the government likes to discuss over tea in the oval office. The oil is being ripped (or spilled) from land where people live, work and pray. That oil then comes by big planes so that we can process it, to make gasoline for our big cars. Where we stand in line at pumps to pay big money for it.....Then you have the tops of mountains being blown off to gather the coal which lay beneath. BIG, BIG ideas!!
Damn, this breathes new meaning to: I've seen the mountain top.
One day, it's here and the next it's gone....just so we can burn that coal to create big energy to power on the big switches in our big houses; even though it's just two of us who live there anyway. BIG, BIG ideas!!
Laughing. Crying. Confused.
But you say; Don't leave the country, it aint safe out there?? Naw fool, it aint safe in here. We find the purest places, and set our sights on it's beauty; then we destroy it.
Land where my Fathers Died, no truer words have been said or sung. "De Facto".
I shake my head and wonder will our empire have to collapse like that of Rome or of Greece for us to understand that there is no greed in love. And if it isn't in love, then surely it cannot be in life.
We sit cozy in our large abodes, resting our permed hair on down pillows as the fire place keeps us warm. Steady slapping God in his face by altering our bodies, hair and land....and for what? Por Que??? It's all part of one BIG problem.
Verse 4, in the key of C-
Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Word
Rain washes over my face cleansing me of all iniquities and transgressions; thrusting me into a place of progression….endless, outstanding, blessings.
The sun beats down upon my face, warming my soul and healing all holes which once existed and have been replaced with wishes.
I breathe life, because I pack light.
I’m Christ’s wife, because I live right.
My favor overflows because I pray at night.
Breezes dance across my face giving me new promise and direction; removing me from proverbial congestion….which use to keep me still, not growing, not real.
The universe embraces me with a kiss, reminding me of the love in my heart; pushing me to complete the projects which I start….which once was my downfall, but now I can conquer all.
See, I breathe life, because I pack light.
I’m God chosen because I love right.
My prosperity overflows because I don’t slight.
Peace & Blessings to my readers :)
The sun beats down upon my face, warming my soul and healing all holes which once existed and have been replaced with wishes.
I breathe life, because I pack light.
I’m Christ’s wife, because I live right.
My favor overflows because I pray at night.
Breezes dance across my face giving me new promise and direction; removing me from proverbial congestion….which use to keep me still, not growing, not real.
The universe embraces me with a kiss, reminding me of the love in my heart; pushing me to complete the projects which I start….which once was my downfall, but now I can conquer all.
See, I breathe life, because I pack light.
I’m God chosen because I love right.
My prosperity overflows because I don’t slight.
Peace & Blessings to my readers :)
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Converse
How can we think that this behavior of instant gratification is healthy, moral or productive?
I believe that there is power in patience and supernatural peace in simplicity.
How quickly, we've forgotten. How quickly we've forgotten.
So enthralled with today's newest phase, so amazed by everything we can get done in one day....
that we've................ forgotten to be patient and to just enjoy one another. No time for our fellow brother.
My mission is to turn every text message into a conversation.
.....turn every tweet about what's wrong with our world into a handwritten letter to our congressman fully justified, and all.
.....take every electronic reader and pile them high enough so that children can step on them and reach books, to read and allow their young imaginations to grow.
We are so quick to press, send, end, delete and enter that we forgot about the warmth of conversation and the smell of a hardback novel. Ummmm, I can still smell my first trip to the Library. One of the gentlest feelings, I've ever know.
How can we think that this behavior of instant gratification is healthy, moral or productive?
I don't know if anyone is hearing my message. But I am praying that my words rise off the proverbial page and plant a seed so deep down inside you that your skin crawls and outrage forms and you join me in enjoying the fruits of patients and the magnificent rest of peace.
Selah
I believe that there is power in patience and supernatural peace in simplicity.
How quickly, we've forgotten. How quickly we've forgotten.
So enthralled with today's newest phase, so amazed by everything we can get done in one day....
that we've................ forgotten to be patient and to just enjoy one another. No time for our fellow brother.
My mission is to turn every text message into a conversation.
.....turn every tweet about what's wrong with our world into a handwritten letter to our congressman fully justified, and all.
.....take every electronic reader and pile them high enough so that children can step on them and reach books, to read and allow their young imaginations to grow.
We are so quick to press, send, end, delete and enter that we forgot about the warmth of conversation and the smell of a hardback novel. Ummmm, I can still smell my first trip to the Library. One of the gentlest feelings, I've ever know.
How can we think that this behavior of instant gratification is healthy, moral or productive?
I don't know if anyone is hearing my message. But I am praying that my words rise off the proverbial page and plant a seed so deep down inside you that your skin crawls and outrage forms and you join me in enjoying the fruits of patients and the magnificent rest of peace.
Selah
Thursday, March 17, 2011
My Aha Moment!
I get it! I FINALLY get it. Many times when we take on a project, we are driven by what we want the end result to be. When you go to school, it's to get your diploma >so that you can make more money>so that you can better provide for yourself and/or family. You are driven by the end result. But sometime we are so focused on what's to come, or where we've been that we forget to simply bask in the meantime or the transitional period. How can we forget about the "now"?
I have news for you: The joy is in the transitional period.
Now I know that every tear, every big hearty laugh, every debt, every lost job, every zero balance, and every time I felt like my world was crashing down on me was all part of the transitional period. It was all part of preparing me and refining me for such a time as this.
You see, I couldn't write a book if I didn't have a story to tell. So the next time you are wondering how the hell you ended up where you are: Breathe, accept it and embrace the transitional period. That's where the joy is.
I have news for you: The joy is in the transitional period.
Now I know that every tear, every big hearty laugh, every debt, every lost job, every zero balance, and every time I felt like my world was crashing down on me was all part of the transitional period. It was all part of preparing me and refining me for such a time as this.
You see, I couldn't write a book if I didn't have a story to tell. So the next time you are wondering how the hell you ended up where you are: Breathe, accept it and embrace the transitional period. That's where the joy is.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Liz Rant-What Really Grinds my Gears!!
This is a bonafied Liz Rant. It probably will have no structure or real point. But hey, to know me is to love me:
1. Why do some men NOT get a clue?- If you've asked for my number and the answer is a respectable NO, then move around. I am NOT the one to try your new "Who Moved My Cheese" sales training on. You can't offer a rebuttal. You can't get to the root of the issue. You talking to me is the issue. Don't disrespect me and I won't disrespect you.
2. Me being attracted to women is NOT a phase- You can not change me back to something I never was. Can you change my black skin? No....well maybe so: vitalago.com/bleach----But this is who I am. Please save us all the trouble and stop trying. You cannot plant your seed in my bush. LOL
3. It seems that me being me, is no longer good enough for society, so I have decided that in order to one day have the hopes of growing old with an enhancing partner I will do the following-Have 21 liposuctions on a weekly basis. I will straighten my hair. In fact I will straighten it so much that the texture changes and now, I am left with rotten, dangling ends that I won't allow the stylist to cut, not EVER. To hide the bad ends, I will just do a roll and tuck to keep the ends "hidden". Then as the alcohol in my body starts to take its toll and eat away at my scalp, I will start wearing long lace front wigs. Whatever it takes to look like the models on TV.----NOT. I GUESS IT'LL BE ME AND SWEET JESUS 4-EVA BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SMITE GOD BY SAYING THAT WHAT HE'S GIVEN ME ISN'T SUITABLE.
4. Finally, why can't two interesting people be friends without the assumption that they are sleeping together. I don't care if we are in the same bed and your nipples are gently caressing my pelvic bone and it's cold outside. If we are just friends. We are JUST friends...and no Disrespectful "Zebadiah" you cannot watch!!!
1. Why do some men NOT get a clue?- If you've asked for my number and the answer is a respectable NO, then move around. I am NOT the one to try your new "Who Moved My Cheese" sales training on. You can't offer a rebuttal. You can't get to the root of the issue. You talking to me is the issue. Don't disrespect me and I won't disrespect you.
2. Me being attracted to women is NOT a phase- You can not change me back to something I never was. Can you change my black skin? No....well maybe so: vitalago.com/bleach----But this is who I am. Please save us all the trouble and stop trying. You cannot plant your seed in my bush. LOL
3. It seems that me being me, is no longer good enough for society, so I have decided that in order to one day have the hopes of growing old with an enhancing partner I will do the following-Have 21 liposuctions on a weekly basis. I will straighten my hair. In fact I will straighten it so much that the texture changes and now, I am left with rotten, dangling ends that I won't allow the stylist to cut, not EVER. To hide the bad ends, I will just do a roll and tuck to keep the ends "hidden". Then as the alcohol in my body starts to take its toll and eat away at my scalp, I will start wearing long lace front wigs. Whatever it takes to look like the models on TV.----NOT. I GUESS IT'LL BE ME AND SWEET JESUS 4-EVA BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SMITE GOD BY SAYING THAT WHAT HE'S GIVEN ME ISN'T SUITABLE.
4. Finally, why can't two interesting people be friends without the assumption that they are sleeping together. I don't care if we are in the same bed and your nipples are gently caressing my pelvic bone and it's cold outside. If we are just friends. We are JUST friends...and no Disrespectful "Zebadiah" you cannot watch!!!
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