As I grow

As graduation slowly approaches, real life comes quickly upon me as childhood life slowly fades away. As a high school student I was under the wings of my parents. I always followed my parent’s opinions. At the time most decisions were being made I truly thought I was making the choices on my own. I have realized how ignorant that thought was of me. Even if my parents tell me that it is my decision and it’s my choice to make on whatever the situation maybe, my decision comes subconsciously from what I think they will choose. Personally, this is not always a bad thing, but it’s always not a good thing either.  After graduation I will be moving to Charleston to attend Carver Beauty Academy. My parents are helping me purchase this cute little yellow house up there, which I will have to help pay the bills for. My parents told me that they would help pay for my stuff for the first three months and then they are going to slowly fade all the cost to me. They said they wanted me to be settled with a job to make sure that I had things covered. When I am on my own I won’t be living under the influence of my parents anymore because I will not be having the constant contact with them like I do now. Yes, I will be visiting them every once in a while, but it will not be the same as living with them.  From being under their roof so long I will carry some of their traits with me, but I will also be starting some of my own. I might not even realize that this is going on at the time, but I know it will. I watched the change my brother went through when he first started going to college. The decisions that I make will not be based around the opinions or views of my parents anymore. They will be based around my own. I will be living on my own instead of the shelter of my parents. As I continue my walk through life I will have many experiences. Some experiences will be good and some experiences will be bad. I will learn from every single one of them and sometimes I probably won’t even realize it. I will meet new friends, allies, and possibly even enemies in my future. Everyone that I meet will hold a great impact to my life. I will be in situations where I will have to think fast on my feet (not a strong point for me) and others where I will have to be patient.  I could possibly witness things that may change my mind forever. Between all of the people I meet, situations I experience, and things I will witness my opinion will change. A year from now, I make it my goal not to base my decisions on my parents opinions, but on mine own instead.

Taking Place

 

      I couldn’t look away.  I didn’t want to look anymore, but I just couldn’t force myself to look away. The cobalt eyes were drawing me in and looking straight into my soul. So many thoughts run through my head as I stand in front of the old magnificent fireplace. The yellow flames are the only source of light in the dark gloomy room.  In the other rooms of the palace everything is sophisticated, bright, and elegant. Everyone is scattered around bustling to get things done for my induction ball. The smell of this room is an old musky scent for it hasn’t been touched in months. Ever since he died the room was off limits to everyone, even the maids. I needed to come in here. I need to hear his wise voice. I need to hear his encouraging words that would put me at ease. I wish I could just curl up in his lap like I once did and cry until I had no more tears left.

The kingdom hasn’t been under a ruler since he died. My father, the King of Ard’era, died six months ago in battle fighting side by side with the people of our great country. They were fighting for the protection of our people after the people of Urnoard decided they wanted to take over our land. We won the fight, but took a great loss. My father was in that loss. With daddy dead and me being the only child it was my responsibility to rule over the people. I don’t feel prepared for this though. I feel as if I would be a failure. My cousin Claudia, who my parents raised since birth, deserved to be in the position that I am in now. She followed daddy and mommy in all of their footsteps taking notes in the different roles they played in the kingdom. I, on other hand, did nothing for the kingdom or for the palace. I wanted nothing to do with it. I never really thought I would ever have to step up and take charge. Daddy was invincible; he was supposed to live forever. Reality never really feels like reality.

I stare into those eyes once more.  I look for my answers in those dark cobalt eyes, but deep down I knew I wouldn’t find them there. I have to stand on my own two feet and figure things out myself.  Would he be proud of me? Would he be proud of the person that I am? It is not my place to run this kingdom, but I’m going to have to face the truth and realize that I am going to have to learn. I need to be strong for my people. My daddy was a strong ruler and now I need to step up and take over in his place.  I need to provide a future for the people of Ard’era.

 “Alana! Alana! Alana” my mother screamed from the bottom of the stairs “Alana, it’s time for you to get ready for your induction!”

“Coming mom” I screamed back while blowing a kiss to the portrait of my father. I rushed out of the room and down the stairs and crashed right into my mother.

“Honey, you are royalty and you shouldn’t be running and crashing into people like that.  You should be setting an example of a lady.” She continued on and on.

“Okay mom, is Felix ready for me?” I asked

“Yes, he has been for ages! We need to get you cleaned up for the ceremony.” She said while pulling me along to the powder room that had my team of stylist in it. Felix, being the main one in charge, handpicked this team thoughtfully.

“Sit down, princess future queen” Felix said with a wink as I walked into the room.

As soon as I sat in the chair the team went straight to work. Each of them had their own jobs and they each did them well. In no time I looked like royalty. Well, maybe that’s because I am royalty after all.

“Okay honey, you need to go the meeting room with Sarah so she can run over your speech with you.” She suddenly got very quiet and looked upon me with teary eyes, “My little girl is growing up on me so fast. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this pressure at this age. You’ll do great baby, you will make all the wise decisions. “

“Thanks mom” I mumbled, at least she has faith in me.

I was sitting in the office chair reading over the paper Sarah had prepared for my speech when all of a sudden Jarrod from security appeared in the doorway.

“It’s almost time your majesty” He announced with a small nod of the head.

“Thanks Jarrod” I said as I stood up gracefully, dressed in my silk pure white gown and crystal shoes.  They told me that this was the attire for a queen, but even though it was gorgeous, I found it kind of boring.

I wrapped my arm around Jarrod’s as he escorted me out of the room and to the grand stairs. As the doors to the huge balcony was being opened light burst through enveloping me in a sunny warmth.  I had to resist the urge to squint my eyes as I walked across the threshold and towards the noise of the cheering crowd.  The light breeze swirled around me as I took the place next to my mother. I heard her pronounce my name with pride and with other words to follow and then the next thing I know I’m standing at the microphone looking down at all the faces that I have to protect now.

I am flooded with different emotions as I look upon the crowd and I can feel my throat closing up.  All of these people look and depend on me for protection and guidance. I’m not prepared for this. I’m not prepared for these people to depend on me. How am I supposed to do this? Claudia should be the one standing up here, not me. That’s not in the rules though. As the only child of my father I have to take over the kingdom, not my cousin.  I am broken out of my thoughts as the crowd starts to cheer and the crown of the queen is placed on top of my head.  It’s mine turn to speak now; it is mine turn to promise the best for them.

“As the new queen of Ard’era it is my job to protect and guide my people in the path of success. As queen it is my duty to make the right decisions for my people” I paused and instead of continuing my practiced speech I went in another direction.

“My first decision as queen is to step down from this position” As I spoke this sentences gasps from all around me could be heard. People immediately started whispering with each other.

“Before I officially step down I would like to appoint Princess Claudia as your Queen.” Everyone was quiet at first because they didn’t know what to do or say. I motioned for the shocked Claudia to come up to the center of the balcony.  Everyone then broke into applause as she took center stage. I removed the Queen’s crown from my head and turned towards her. Slowly but surely I placed the crown upon her head. I performed an excellent curtsey as I blended myself to the sidelines to watch my cousin shine. She deserved this. She was born for this.  My mother stood beside me, but I refused to look at her and see the disappointment in her eyes. I suddenly found her small warm hand circling around my waist as she leaned closer and whispered “Your father would be proud”

                                                                                                                                                                       

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside the Life Of Patricia Massari: A 9-11 Tribute

I’m walking on air, my seam is busting with excitement. I can’t even wrap my head around the thought that life is growing inside of me. A life that my husband and I have created together and a life that we will get to see grow. Whoever thought that peeing on a stick could make such feelings run right through my bones. Neither my love nor I ever acquired the taste for math but seeing that plus sign and knowing what it means is just simply amazing.

           

Riding on the elevator I couldn't help but about think how blessed that I truly am. My husband Louis and I both work at one of the most popular buildings in New York City. Looking out of my office window at the beautiful bustling city below is a site not many get the opportunity to see. With my mind in its giddy state about the baby I don’t think I have one negative comment to say about anything. Growing up, even at a young age I always knew I wanted to be a mother. HECK! Even the fact that I might have failed one of my exams from one of my night classes at Berkeley College won’t even bring me down. Oh wait! Now that I think about it maybe I should be worried. NO! I won’t let anything ruin this moment.

            Sitting at my desk filling out the last of my paperwork I spared a glance at my clock. Seven fifty seven in big red numbers flashed on the black background.  My mind flashed toward the moments with my husband and me. The church picnic we had a couple of days ago made me realize just how blessed I really am. Who would have thought the spouses could rekindle all that emotion and love in one day, at one picnic. Playing basketball, associating with the church members, stuffing ourselves full of hot dogs and hamburgers are memories that will never leave me. Let’s not forget the cuddling on the blanket and watching the firework display.  WOW! What will it be like when we have children? We could watch them play and laugh with their closets friends and family members. “OH! Listen to me” I chuckled silently. Here I am talking about children and I just found out I was pregnant with my first. I mean I know once I have this baby there will be more, just going to state the facts. “Come on, get it together Trisha work needs to be done, stop day dreaming,” I scolded myself knowing good and well that it wasn't going to work.  My mind has been swallowed up by my future dreams and I’m losing concentration

            With the past thoughts running through my mind I decided I needed to take the rest of the day off and spend it with my sick hubby. I imagine us curled up together on the sofa watching “Mash” reruns with a hand on my belly somewhat holding the precious baby inside of me. After checking out and heading to the elevator Mr. Michaels (the top dog around here) abruptly stopped me.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Massari could you run this stack of paperwork to Mrs. Hansen’s office. I would myself, but I’m a busy man and just simply don’t have the time for petty errands.” He smiled a smile that just dared you to go against his wishes.

“Why yes sir, I can take care of that right away.” I smiled politely, but for some reason felt the need to do one of those sarcastic maid curtsies thing. I inwardly giggled as I grabbed the stack of papers from his hand.

            “Mrs. Hansen, I’m sorry to interrupt but Mr. Michaels asked me to deliver these.” I smiled

“Of course child, hand them here” said the old woman with an outstretched arm. With one wave of her hand I was dismissed. Geesh these people around here are so polite I thought with a roll of my eyes.

Pulling out my cellular device and dialing home I thought it would be better of me to give my sickly husband a fair warning of my coming home early.

            “Hey Love,” he answered in a voice where you could just hear his stuffy nose. My poor hunny I thought.

            “Hey, how are you? Feeling any better? Did the medicine help?” I found myself shooting off the obvious questions. I walked over to the nearest window peering out

             

“Honestly, the medicine has barely helped” he continued but I wasn’t even aware of what he was actually saying for I was too focused on the plane that was flying awfully close.

“Baby, are you okay, do you have something on your mind?” He asked curiously as I directed my attention away from the window telling myself that the plane probably has a good enough reason.

“Yes, of course, why honey?.” I asked even though I know he was referring to me spacing out.

“You just seemed to be spaced out.” BINGO! Two point for the wifey.  I of course said I was perfectly fine and he continued to talk. As he did so I glanced back at the window and froze at what I saw. THE PLANE WAS COMING DIRECTLY AT ME!

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed before a twisting pain over took my body and disappeared just as quick as darkness over took me.

The wonderland-looking place was whiter than snow. The love of a mother and child could be seen in its midst.  A young beautiful mother was laughing and playing with her child with glee. This place held no hurt, no pain, nor sorrow. A billowy white place, a flowery swing, a place filled with love, and laughter that was a beautiful melody to your ears that flooded your body with warmth. The mother was gleefully chasing the child around, playfully catching, and falling to the ground with smile stretching ear to ear across their faces. Both the mother and child were unaware of all the heartache, suffering, and chaos flooding the world just down below. 

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The Big Picture

Sitting in my uncomfortable plastic red chair I flipped the hair that had fallen from my piggy tails out of my face. I reached into the middle of the table and grabbed the blue crayon from the basket. I have been working extra hard on this picture for mommy. Sunday is Mother’s Day and I want to surprise her with a pretty picture of our whole entire family. I even added a drawing of our dog Lucky and my uncle Bill. Mommy is going to be so proud of me. I’m working extra hard to make this picture extra pretty for her. I only have a few more touches before I’m completely finished with it.

“Let me see that picture!” Molly came up to me and said.

“I almost done and then you can look at it” I replied.

“But I want to see it now” she yelled and jerked it out of my hands. While doing so my beautiful picture ripped right down the middle.

“My picture!” I screamed. “How could you!”

“You should have just let me have seen it in the first place. This is your fault” Molly yelled back.

“No, it’s yours! You shouldn’t have grabbed it.”

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. My picture. My beautiful picture that I was going to give to mommy. How could she? Then she even blamed it on me!

“Girls! Girls! What’s all of this yelling about?”  Mrs. Jean asked frantically.

“She ripped my picture for mommy” I cried.

“She ripped her own picture. She wasn’t sharing!”  Molly whined.

“Girls, what is done is done and we don’t need to blame each other. I’m sure whatever happened here was a complete accident” Mrs. Jean said in a calm but authoritative voice.

“But, my picture!” I cried out.

“I’m sorry your picture is ruined Abby but you can draw another” Mrs. Jean said in a voice that was final.

Draw another?!? That won’t be the same! I can’t just draw another! That was a special picture. It was of all of our family members. I worked so hard and now I have nothing to give mommy on Mother’s Day.

“I’m sorry YOU ripped your picture” Molly snarled out me and stuck out her tongue. She then begin skipping over to a group of girls playing jump rope.

“I can’t believe this! She is so stupid!” I fuss to myself

“Hey baby, how was school?” Mom asked as soon as she picked me up from school. She grabbed my hand as we started walking across the parking lot to our car.

“Fine!” I grumbled.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing my darling. What happened?”  Mommy asked with curiosity.

“Well, mommy I drew you this pretty picture of our family for Mother’s Day and Molly grabbed it out of my hands and ripped it!” I fussed.

“I’m sorry, I bet it was pretty my baby.”  Mom smiled down on me.

“Yeah, it was!  Mommy, she then blamed it on me! How could she do that! I hate her! I will never be able to forgive her! EVER!” I huffed and crossed my arms as mommy buckled me in the car.

“Baby, don’t say that. You don’t mean it.” Mom frowned down at me.

“Yes, I do!” she ruined it!” I plainly said back.

“Baby, let’s go take a walk in the park” mom said calmly.

 Mom helped me out of my seat as we started down the path that connected with the park.

“Listen baby, I think you should forgive Molly.” Mommy announced.

“But, mommy she ruined my picture!”  I complained.

 “I know baby, but in the bible it tells us that we are supposed to forgive those who have done

us wrong.  It also says the we are supposed to love everyone. Even our enemies.

“I guess I don’t hater her, but forgiving her is going to be hard mommy”  I looked up past the sunlight glare to see mommy’s face.

“I know honey. It’s a process, a process that will benefit everyone in the future.” Mommy smiled down at me.

“Okay, I guess I will try to forgive her. I guess I can make another one for you or even something else.” I sighed.

”That’s my girl! You also need to ask for her forgiveness for losing your temper” mom spoke wisely.

“I guess you are write mommy, but this is going to be hard.” I shivered at just the thought.

“It’s never easy, baby.” She said with a hint of experience.

 “I’m sorry Abby for ripping your picture” Molly walked up to me Monday morning with her head down.  I sighed and thought about the conversation with mommy.

“It’s okay Molly, I forgive you” Half of the weight was lifted from my shoulders.

“Want me to help you draw another?” She asked. I thought about it for a second before I remembered what I needed to know before I continued with anything else.

“I’m sorry too by the way for losing my temper.”  This time I was the looking at the floor while her head snapped up to my apology.

“I forgive you too. Would you like to go make another picture or maybe even more than one for our mommies she asked?

“Sure! I would love that.” I grinned. We then made quite a few pictures for our mommies and they were better than the first.

Dear Life Letter

Dear life,

Gee, we have had quite the times. You sure do keep things interesting. Not that I’m complaining because boring is just not fun. We have had some great memories through the years.  Unforgettable Memories that I surely won’t be forgetting anytime soon, at least I hope not. Even when I didn't realize it, I was learning some type of lesson with most of them. Even if the lesson was to just enjoy the moment. So, I owe you a lot, life. I can never be truly worthy of the blessed life that God has given me. He has been there with me throughout the entire time. He has walked the path with me for the whole eighteen years of my life. He will continue to walk with me through the rest of my journey as well.

Let’s begin this; back in seventh grade I remember decorating this face we drew on paper with actual makeup. There were ten of us who contributed to this. Her name was Shelia; she was absolutely beautiful (not really) with her sloppy messy lip gloss, bright red blush, and bright red hair. By the time we were done the paper was so soggy, but we were still so proud. Amanda Morrison was the keeper of her and still to this day she has kept her.  Let’s fast forward to the tenth grade, which was the year of many memories.  This was the last year of Burch and the year that I turned sixteen. The summer before entering into my tenth year, Amanda went with me to my family reunion.  I remember us going to Wal-Mart and picking out a Hannah Montana birthday card for no reason at all. We ended up signing all of our names and giving it to my grandfather for his happy unbirthday. We took goofy pictures in Mawmaw’s van and then we eventually made our way to Hibachi’s, which was Amanda’s first time and she now goes there ALL the time. I totally introduced her to her favorite food place.  Back to the tenth grade, I remember on my sixteen birthday going to Charleston with Sarah. WOW! Good times, good times! Nicholas Sparks was visiting at the civic center for a book convention and as the nerd I am I just had to go. I loved listening to him talk about his books, but Sarah absolutely hated it. She was so falling asleep in her chair, it was hilarious. Afterwards, we went to the Texas Steakhouse and we both ordered virgin Pina Coladas. We were both so hyper on the way back home. It was so late and daddy was driving back and I don’t even know how he concentrated with our screaming. We had called Josh and sung to him and eventually he just refused to answer after the first fifty calls, so we just left him voice messages with our terrible singing. The next year for my seventeenth birthday, Sarah and I went to the Mexican restaurant and watched Footloose at Southside Mall. We then walked around the mall, Wal-Mart, and even Big Lots and had a great time. We have this little game we play in Big Lots that we have to play whenever we go there and it’s just basically hide and go seek tag. Later that night we went back to my house and we played chubby bunny. There is a video somewhere, but I don’t know where.

Not every moment has been a good one, but they are all still a part of me.  Quite a few people have come and gone, but even if they only lasted for a short period I am still glad that they were there. There have been many family members and friends that I have lost over the past years, some because of the fact that they were only meant for a season and others because of death.  I don’t regret any of them because in one form of another they just made me stronger.

One of the hardest moments in my life was in Nan had her stroke.  It devastated me.  It was about seven years ago and my grandmother has never been the same since. She now has the mind of a two year old and she hardly even knows my name. Growing up she was my best friend.  She was the one that I always confided in. She always told me that I was her girl and I will forever be her girl. She was always the worrier of everything.  Before I would leave for the beach with my parents she would always tell me to stay away from sharks and to stay away from the vents in the pools because I would get sucked in.  When I was little I always had this image of a shark coming out of the vent because I would mix the two things together. Yeah, there were times when I would even refuse getting in the pools because of that.  Also, I remember that until I was in the second grade she would bath me in the sink because she thought that I could go down the drain. It’s comical when I think of it now. It makes my heart giggle at her silliness. This could be the reason why I am such a worrier now and why I always think about the worst possible scenarios. It about killed me this past February when she was in the hospital for about a week. We almost lost her multiple times. The pace maker that they put in her is just a way of buying her time and I will cherish every moment that I have left with her.

Senior year, where can I even start? Senior year has been one of the biggest eye openers ever. During my senior year I have learned the true meaning of friendships and relationships.  I don’t regret anything that has happened and I don’t regret how everything worked out. Firstly, the best thing that has happened this year is that I am now in a relationship with my best friend.  Jordan Earl Gibson is the love of my life. He has taught me so many things this year that the words “thank you” can never be enough. He has helped me find me confidence and he has helped me learn that I can be myself at all times. I love every moment that I have with him. Every single time we talk rather its text, on the phone, or in person we always get closer. He is the one that I can tell everything to and he completely gets me. We both know each other like the backs of our hands and we know at all times what the other one is thinking even when we say differently. I can say with confident that he is the one that I am going to spend the rest of my life with. He even came into my life right at the perfect time. He was truly an answer to my prayer.  I can’t wait to see what our journey holds for us in the future.  I know that it won’t be perfectly smooth, but I know that we can always make it through.

If I could give myself advice then I would let myself know that I should learn to live day by day and to never take anything for granted. Life is too precious and too spontaneous to take everything so serious. I am making the promise to myself to smile every single day even if the waters are rough.  God has blessed me too much and frowning would be like spitting in his face and taking everything for granted. I refuse to do that. I have too much to smile about and too many memories that I shouldn't just let go pass me. I love life and I am going to succeed in everything that I do because even I do fail then I am still winning because at least I tried and got the experience. Thank you, life.  I can’t wait to see what else you may throw my way. I can’t wait to learn.

                                                               Sincerely,                 

                                                                 Debrinna Adams

The brown eyed girl

The brown eyed girl is living in the small town

She believes that purple is pleasing to the pupil

Tasty Crispy Chicken is her main dish of choice

She is colorful like a peacock

The brown eyed girl makes good grades

All things science are her weakness though

She wants nothing more than to achieve

Failing is her fear

She has a bounce to her step

Just don’t dog-ear books

You will then hear her roar

The brown eyed girl is not very sporty

She prefers the stage not the field

That’s where her heart lies

And she is unfortunately clumsy

Talking without her hands is an impossible task

A proud lefty she will always be

Even if she can be a little ditzy

And speak without thinking

The two Amanda’s want to call her Poptart

But with a scowling face she disagrees

Deciding to keep her nickname since birth

Brinna, it will always stay

She admires Kris Ravetto

The great makeup artist

Maybe just maybe in the future

A great mentor as well

The brown eyed girl is a caterpillar

Waiting for her moment

To burst out of her cocoon

Waiting to spread her wings and fly

She is a girl aiming to achieve

With only her stones she will take the shot

Then a bright future she will receive

Several minds will be blown

The Brown eyed girl will win the award

She will reach for the sky

She will keep going forward

She will learn how to fly

      

Speaking Life

                       Speaking Life

“Though it’s crazy, amazing, we can turn our hearts with the words we say, mountains crumble with every syllable, hope can live or die, so speak Life, speak Life through the deadest darkest night.” Every time I hear these lyrics by TobyMac I am jolted by a little burst of energy.  I had purchased his newest cd as soon as it was released. I’m not going to lie, this wasn’t the first song I listened to nor was it on my replay list. For some insane reason I skipped over it entirely, which is odd for me. I knew all the other songs on there, except for this one. It wasn’t until I read my devotionals that I actually heard it.

On my phone I have the YouVersion bible and every morning I read my devotionals from there. One of my plans is called “Eye On It” written by, you guessed it, TobyMac. That is also the name for his newest album, so sometimes he throws in a couple of his songs and tells their meaning. One of those was “Speak Life” and after I got finished reading that morning, I immediately went to listen to that song. After reading what he had to say and after listening to that song I was definitely inspired. The words on that page hit me so hard that I was just bubbling over with energy, but those same words also smacked me in the face.

He points out that as a follower of Jesus, isolation is not an option. I can’t tell you how many times that I have wanted to crawl into a hole and hang up a Do Not Disturb sign on the outside. We all have at one point. We don’t want to deal with the outside world, but those are the days when we need to show the world that all things are going to be okay. Those are the days when we need to show the world that Jesus shines bright from within us.  Also, the way we treat someone else matters. It matters a lot. If we treat the people around us with impatience then they might get the idea that they aren’t valued.  He says, “The way we treat them communicates something about what they are to God.” We are all children of God and he loves us very much. If we communicate in a negative way, then a nonbeliever would say “and these people call themselves Christians, pssssh!” We need to let them know that they are valued.  I’m not saying that as a Christian your life should and will be perfect because it won’t.  Sometimes life likes to throw hard balls our direction, but when it does, speak life.  When someone is ripping you apart and tearing you down, speak life. Show them God’s love. Show them that with God’s help you can get through anything. Show them his love and mercy.

 TobyMac also points out that being in the body of Christ in this world isn’t always about those biggest moments in life, but everyday life instead. We are the ambassadors of the kingdom of love, and we need to show that love in every little interaction that we may have. Everyone has those days when we are fired up and are on top of the world, it’s easy to speak life then. When everything is falling into place perfectly and going your way you are spreading the love and gospel like it’s going out of style. Then we have those days when we feel like we have been kicked in the face and we want nothing to do with people. Someone might call the house asking for some type of very needed advice, but we are just like “Nope, too many storm clouds in my life today. I don’t have the time to deal with anyone else.” No matter how we are feeling we need to step out and show God’s love and how important all his children are. When need to show them that even on their darkest days the light will still shine through.

            Each morning we need to put on the full Armor of God and speak life, even on those deadest, darkest, and scariest days. We need to show God’s love to all those who we come in contact with. When the devil tries to pull us down we need to say “No, no, no devil, you can’t touch this.” We need to be the servants of God that we been have called to be and show others that God is truly life. We need step off that pity train and share the gospel and the love. We need to let them know that he is with us every minute of the day. He is our comfort. He holds us up when we are weak. He will not abandon us and is walking right beside us. We need to show others that with God, all things are possible. We need to speak life.

            This song inspires me so much. It gave me a reality check that has forever changed me. Like many others, I got caught up in my troubles. I won’t let them control me anymore. I’m going to start “spreading the love like fire”. No matter how I feel that day, I refuse to let the devil win.  I want to show others how amazing God’s love truly is. I’m going to start speaking life.

                                 

             Proverbs 18:21

The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.