So…Kimyatta, Kimyatta, Where Art Thou?

Hello hello followers!  Have you missed me?  I’ve certainly missed my writing.  When I first started this blog…my goal was to write three times a week.  That dwindled to something like once a week…to once a month…to..”when was the last time I blogged?”

God has certainly turned some things around in my life since the last time I wrote…back in MAY….wondering why earthworms don’t bury their dead…May is the time of year when I would always get antsy about my job hunt because that’s when there are many in my field that are posted.  So, though that post was about my weight loss, it encouraged me to press forward in my job search.  I remembered that when I wished every one a happy new year, I talked about my one word…which is two words for the year: Persevere and Dream…I knew I couldn’t give up.  Even though, for four years, I’d tried and tried to find something in my field, I had not secured a position.  Though the positions were plentiful, it seemed as though the right one for me was either hiding or not in the field as I had hoped.

Well, it turns out, I was on the right track but I had to keep pressing and pressing and pressing.  Through all the muck and the mire, I had to keep trying.  I can’t tell you how many tears I cried after applying for over 1000 positions for which I qualified but not receiving a single phone call for an interview for the first two years.  Then, I finally started getting calls, but they were far from where I lived (why did I apply in those places though).  I think I just wanted to be open to ever opportunity available.

In my last position at the call center, I finally started being honest and would ask for the time off instead of calling off sick when I had an interview.  When the time wasn’t granted, I would still go, but just let my supervisor know that I had some important business to take care of and would be either late coming in or late returning from lunch.  She knew I longed to leave.  So, when I turned in my resignation, she wasn’t surprised a bit.

You read that right.  I turned in my resignation at the call center and my last day there was July 31!  I don’t think I had been that happy since the birth of my daughter!  Anyway, I’m back in my field.  My daughter and I have moved…The theme song from the television show The Jeffersons is certainly apropos to our  situation.  We packed up in three weeks to move across the metro area.  I moved from a small town that was quiet and had fewer than 15000 people in the city and just over 100,000 folks in the county to a place with nearly 700,000 folks in the county.  That’s kinda scary.  Surely not what we’re used to but we are adjusting.

I’m loving my new job.  I do my best each and every day because I know it’s what I was called to do.  I think back to the year my focus changed from my outward circumstances to my inward attitude and I see how I was being prepared for this.  I could not have changed with the negative attitude I had.  I was also sooooo close to giving up.  That dude on the bottom of this photo was almost me…but I kept going and I hit my diamonds!

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I can’t tell you how excited I was to get that phone call that told me I had the job.  The boss could hear the excitement in my voice.  Kinda felt like I’d won a million dollars.  The team I work with is awesome.  I’m grateful for the change.  A lot has changed since the last time I worked in my field but one thing hasn’t.  This is what I’m supposed to be doing.  Good days and bad days alike, I’m grateful for finally being in a place where I feel like I belong.  I feel like I fit!

So, more to come about the continuous battle with the scale and writing!  I have to tell you about my wonderful writing workshop with Victoria Christopher Murray!  And of course, I have to give you more stories about The Girl..who is now 13 and making me earn every dollar I get paid for being a mommy…( bad! I don’t get paid for that!)  Well she is sure making me earn my title (and these new gray hairs!).  By the way, I finally eased up and let her have a blog.  She’s over at .  When you read her posts…you’ll say..”yup…she belongs to Kimyatta”…

Anywho…I promise not to be a stranger and next time won’t be so far away…

Until next time,

Hakuna Matata



So…why don’t earthworms bury their dead?

The other morning I woke up in one of my moods…I did not care to exercise.  I wanted to quit.  I got mad because it should be easier to decide to take steps to be healthy…I just keep thinking…”Fit folks don’t have to do this!”  So, I wanted to give up…I go through this no alarm…All winter and much of April, I lamented about the weather preventing me from getting my walk on since my preferred method of exercise is walking through my fine town.  I get to see all the beautiful historic homes on my route and when I’m in for a long walk, I get to take in our historic downtown area.  Well how much nicer can you get with 58 degrees in the morning?  Yeah, I’ve been lazy. So…I pushed..and fought and fussed..and hemmed and hawed and all of that…then I got up and put my clothes on to walk.

Instead of staying in the neighborhood, I ventured out and walked towards downtown through the aforementioned scenery.  Part of this trip is on a sidewalk next to grassy areas.  This morning I noticed an alarming number of dead earthworms when I walked.  This completely and totally creeped me out!  It made my skin crawl.  I know…I know…they can’ t hurt me…but that doesn’t change how it made me feel.  Every now and then, I’d come across one that was still alive and was pushing through trying to get to its destination.  No matter how dehydrated, flattened or whatever it was, it kept trying it’s darnedest to get to wherever it was going!  I tried to scoot on past them but the lesson had already been taught.

I pressed on and finished my walk.  I didn’t make it all the way downtown…but I did manage to get my 40 minutes in at a decent pace.  The entire walk though, all I kept thinking about was those earthworms.  Those poor ones that were still on the sidewalk who lost their fight and the ones that were still struggling to make it.  I realized that the ones who continued to fight, even the hopeless ones with partially flattened bodies are fighting.  Do they know that their fight is hopeless?  Who knows, but I see their little wiggling selves trying and trying and trying.  That told me that no matter what, I should just keep fighting.  Keep hoping.  Keep moving.  Do. Not. Give. Up.

One of my challenges in my journey is not seeing many people who’ve had success starting from where I did.  When I do find folks who’ve lost as much weight as I have to lose, I only see their end result and their maintenance phases.  But I want to see where they started…their frustrations.  It’s hard to find their stories from the beginning.  When you stop seeing results, you get discouraged and it’s easier to just quit.  I guess I’ll be like the earthworm though…I’ll press through…and keep wiggling and pushing and trying to make it to my destination until there is no more breath in me.  Yep…that’ll do it…

Until next time,

Hakuna Matata

So…I Can’t…

So…I Can’t…

So…I feel like I’m going in reverse some days.  All the things I’ve done to improve myself seem to have been for naught.  I look at the scale…it’s going up.  I look at my walking app and I’ve only walked twice in 2014.  My vision board isn’t completed…my visual representation of my one (well two) word(s) isn’t complete.  I’m not eating the way I need to.  My book edits will never be done.  I just keep looking at all of this and thinking…just quit.  What’s the point?  You’ll have to do this for the rest of your life.  Why don’t you just quit??

Well…the fact of the matter is…I can’t…I can not…it’s impossible.  If I give up now…I will be stuck..forever.  I may not be fully aware of God’s purpose for my life…but I know that by working at the pieces that have been revealed to me…then I can eventually get to whatever it is I’m supposed to do.  No one said it was going to be easy.  That’s the beauty of perseverance.  You have to keep on keeping on.  That keeping on today might look like 3 inches, but tomorrow, it might be 16 miles.  My challenge to myself..and everyone is to do the very best you can each and every day.

If you look at yesterday and yesterday is STILL the best you ever did…then you haven’t worked hard enough today..(read that on a meme on Facebook…makes sense to me!)  Yesterday, the girl and I watched an episode of The Big Bang Theory.  Howard has been to space and all of his friends and his wife seem to think that he makes every conversation about him going to space.  While that was something big and important in his life, he is holding on to that one thing.  He isn’t even looking toward other things for his future.  He is also not currently working on anything to make it greater.  Now, I don’t know how exactly an astronaut tops going to space…but my point is, your big thing…shouldn’t be your only big thing…do something better.  Spread that knowledge to others…contribute.

Don’t be stagnant.  If you have a bad day…well…chuck it…If you wake up the next day..then you have another chance to get it right.  The biggest thing?  Don’t give up.  Don’t can’t.


Remove it from your vocabulary.  If you say you can’t do something…guess what…you’re right.  But do you really want to be?

And guess what??  My scale is going to go up and down..but that doesn’t make my weight loss journey any less significant.  My walking app and I…well..the two times I walked this year were this week.  Before that..I hadn’t walked in 3 weeks…but…I started again!  That’s what’s important.  My vision board…is it ever REALLY complete?  It’s ever evolving.  My one word piece…I’ll get it done…I know my word.  But I do want to have it in my face so that when I have days like this…when I want to quit, I’m reminded to push on.  Eating…well..good news…going to the grocery store tomorrow!  (gotta have the right stuff in the house to eat right…right?)…and my edits…yes…my happy go lucky blankety blank edits…I’m pushing through them…I’m going with the flow…because I know I wrote an awesome story.  I want it to be the best it can be before I make it public…SO…I press on!  What about you??

Until next time,

Hakuna Matata

So…Happy New Year!

So…Happy New Year!

So…have you made your resolutions?  Have you broken them yet?  Lol…I remember for years…I’d become so frustrated with every thing, every January…I’d start afresh.  I figured…a new year would give me a new opportunity to get it right.  What I failed to realize though and didn’t come to understand until MUCH later, was that EACH DAY is a new opportunity to get it right.

I haven’t made New Year’s Resolutions in about 6 years.  The last time I did.  They were things like…”I’m going to procrastinate more this year.” or “I’m going to not make any goals so I won’t fail.”  Yeah..mmm hmm…that was smart.  The one time I kept my resolutions…lol..But not making goals is a guarantee to fail!  Fail at what you ask?  EVERYTHING!  Because you haven’t made your goals, or set up any plans, you can’t accomplish ANYTHING you’re purposed to do!

Anywho….I said all that to say that I don’t make resolutions for the new year.  I try to make the best of each day I’m given.  As such, it makes sense to plan for the day.  I think that doing so gives you a purpose and at the end of the day, a sense of accomplishment.

While I don’t make resolutions, last year my pastor challenged us to focus on one word.  The teachings are Biblical and are based on a book called My One Word by Mike Ashcroft and Rachel Olsen.  On the website, it says to lose the list of resolutions and “do something about one thing this year instead of doing nothing about everything.”  You choose one word that represents what you hope God will do IN you.  That is so important.  So many times we try to do things on this journey on our own and that’s not what God wants of us.  He wants us to come to Him and let His purpose for our lives be realized.  Each day is another opportunity to get it right.  EACH DAY…not just the start of a new year!

Last year, my word was FOCUS.  I posted it on the wall in my bedroom above my work station next to my vision board.  It was accompanied by 7 scriptures.  Now, in this photo, you can’t see the specific photos…but you can see how it was set up.  There, just above my computer.

Focus WallThere, while hating my job, while being in near tears daily, I was able to focus. and understand that it is not all about me!  I changed my view of the world and began to see it from a Biblical perspective.  In addition to that wall, I had people from all sides encouraging me and helping me.  When I heard this word in my spirit as the one for me…I thought it meant that I was going to be more focused and stop being so scatterbrained.  Not quite how it worked.  I stopped looking at my outward changes and focused more in inward changes.  I changed my focus.  Did my situation change?  No.  Not at all.  But the way I felt about it changed.  The way I dealt with it changed.  MY FOCUS CHANGED!  I stopped dreading going to work.  I realized that while I may not feel like that is my purpose, I was there for a purpose.  Once I embraced that, I stressed less.

So for this year…I’ve chosen the word PERSEVERE.  I learned that word in 6th grade.  My English teacher said that it meant to “keep on keeping on”.  It’s stuck with me all this time and that word means so much.  But this year…instead of one word, another has dropped into my spirit alongside persevere.  That word…is DREAM.  I have my scripture references just working on my visual representation.  I don’t know how these words are going to play out, but I am thoroughly excited to see what happens!

So…what would your one word be?  Change your life.  Go to the website.  Get the book.  Learn.  Surrender to God’s will.  See how He can do a work in you.  Are you ready?

Happy New Year!  Here’s wishing you God’s best for your best year ever!

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Until next time,

Hakuna Matata

So…Best of 2013 – Relationships

So…Best of 2013 – Relationships

So…I can say one of the most significant things I’ve seen a change in is my relationships.  Now this is relationships WITH ER’BODY!

A few years back…a friend of mine said she was too old for new friends.  I respect everyone’s decisions but I’m so glad that’s not my stance.  While I’m not openly seeking new friends, I’m grateful I keep meeting and connecting with others.  I’ve really made some GREAT friends this year.

It starts with know who you are and what you like.  It makes no sense for me to try and befriend someone who is into extreme surfboarding.  That is soooooooooooo not my style.  I’m a reader and writer, so naturally, I should surround myself with those folks.  Well, I don’t get out much.  Much of my people interaction is either at church in the choir or social media…well..really…Facebook.  Through Facebook though, I discovered Blog Talk Radio.  I connected with some really awesome folks and grew closer to others just discussing books and authors!

Some of these book junkies have been encouragers, prayer warriors, sounding boards, and shoot…just AWESOME FRIENDS!  Some, I connected with over comments over a mutual friend’s post…either way.  Don’t discount social media friendships.  Those friends have been in my corner…they go to bat for me…and if I go missing, they’re ready to board a plane to lead a search party.  Same here…Daphine, Orsayor, Stacy, Yolanda…you guys are the bomb diggity!

Some I met because of The Motherhood Diaries.  Those ladies are so funny.  They are super supportive, they make me laugh and help me remember that I’m not alone in this motherhood journey!  They give advice the help slap me back to reality at times!  I love being a part of that sisterhood.  I even met my kindred spirit Keleigh there…You couldn’t have told me I’d be connected this closely to people via Facebook that I didn’t already know…but it is an amazing bond.

I even found a friend on Facebook who I graduated from high school with…but I don’t remember her from high school!  I remembered her from a weight loss program we both participated in once.  She’s been a wonderful prayer partner.  We ended up being a member of the same church and we get to hang out.  Tamara is such a cool friend…and when I want to hang out..her daughters are old enough to baby sit!  lol..

Now…in the choir, I’ve made some great friends even when I’ve been standoffish and keeping to myself.  I’ve been adopted though and they won’t let me go!  Lol…While I’m away from my family, I have made some new friends who are like family.  Ms. Ruby and Rachel have grabbed me as their own.  Donna and Kelly keep me abreast of what is really happening with folks my age.  I met my prayer partner there too.  One who challenges me.  Nicole has helped me kick off and stomp the rose colored glasses to Hades.  She is the one who holds the mirror to my face and forces me to look and see what is really there.  She won’t let me close my eyes and pretend not to see it.  I love the growth I’ve seen since we met.  She completely and totally rocks.  My sister is like Nicole in that respect too…man…what would I do without them…

Then, there are my tried and true relationships.  My BFF from before BFFs were a thing…Karen…and then my other sisterlings…Melissa, Dashia, Kerrie and Devin…I tell ya…though I’m not in close proximity to them, I feel like I haven’t missed a beat.  When I’m home, we get to hang out some…even for only a few hours.  I’m not afraid to be me.  They keep me grounded, lift me up..make me wanna fly…Best part…I can call them night or day…and I can get what I need…and they can call me too!  This last year I’ve seen our bond tighten it seems.  My favorite part is that since I’m away from my mama…they are close enough to take care of her.  I gave my mom permission to be friends with them…(HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!)  They have adopted my mom…and she’s taken them…and I’m so grateful…where it’d take me 4 hours to get to her if something happened, they’re right there…unlocking doors…bringing food…bandaging wounds…I love my extended family!

Y’all know how I feel about my mom…but this year has really strengthened our relationship.  Never thought I’d get to the place where I could go to my mom about anything…but I’m grateful that she is that person.  Don’t get me wrong…she’s still my mama…but…now I’m now understanding and accepting our relationship because she’s so much more than that…love that lady…

Now…I met a guy this year…seemed like he had it together.  He was a good prospect to end my singlehood…lol..or so I thought.  What he really was for was to give me insight into the male psyche…and yup…help me build my character in my book.  That’s it…that’s all…*deep sigh*  Ah well…I’m still single….and I’m okay with that.  I’m not broken.  I’m not incomplete. I’m perfectly placed for this moment in time.   It’s about not being afraid though.  So…I’m unafraid…waiting until next time.

I’ve also gotten closer to Kimyatta this year.  It’s been a blast.  The last 3 months of this year have really been insightful on who I REALLY am!  I can’t believe that I’ve wasted so much time pleasing others and neglecting myself.  Boy..I could really  beat myself down about that…but it’s no use.  I only have today to get it right.  So…I worry about what I can do today..and keep it moving.  Doing that has made me a better parent I believe.  The girl and I have really changed the way we interact in the past few months.  I mean..she still mostly stays in her room…but we’re better than we were THIS time last year!  Grateful for change.

The best relationship I’ve repaired…mended…reconstituted is my relationship with God.  Man…that’s been rocky…I’ve finally gotten to a place where I can just accept my situation as a building point.  No.  It doesn’t mean that I’m satisfied with where I am, but I can praise Him that I’m not where I used to be and I’m certainly better off than I could be.  He keeps me.  He carries me.  He helps me to understand Him better.  I have to be open to change.  I can’t relive my past.  I can’t worry about my future.  All I can do is commit THIS day to doing the work HE called me to do.  Do I always know what that is?  Nope.  But, I have to stay connected with Him to make sure that I stay on the path.  I’ve taken the scenic route too many times, so now, I want what He wants for me…so…I’m doing the best I can with what I have!  (I say that a lot don’t I?)

Anywho…Two thousand thirteen has been one heck of a year for me.  I’ve seen so many fluctuations.  The folks I mentioned have certainly seen me go from extreme to extreme.  Growing pains are a beast!  As long as no one tries to commit me, I think I’m alright.  I don’t think they will…because then..they’d have to get the girl! I’ve lost some friends…not physically, but we’ve just grown apart.  I’ve tried holding on…but I realized that’s not healthy.  Sorry to see them go, but sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.  Ah well…C’est la vie!

Can’t wait to see what 2014 holds!

Until next time,

Hakuna Matata

So…Best of 2013 – Healthy Me!

So…this year has been full of twists and turns.  I can honestly say it started of with a BANG!  For health and wellness, I was really met with all kinds of blows…from day one!

In January of this year, I lost my voice.  For those who don’t know me…you know that’s a BIG ISSUE!  Though I’m an introvert, I do love to talk…and sing…but on top of that…I work in a call center so using my voice is how I earn my living.  I went to work one morning…and thought that the hoarseness I was feeling would disappear…by the middle of the morning, I was in excruciating pain and was barely speaking above a whisper.  My callers all gave me well wishes, home remedies and blasted my employer for making me work while I was sick.  It was my choice.  While I didn’t feel well, I knew that I should go to work anyway.  After all, I work from home, so it’s not like I had to travel to be near anyone.  If I was contagious, then I would only infect my imaginary friends.

Anyway, I finally had no voice AT ALL left.  I let my supervisor know via instant message.  He had to get it approved from a manager for me to leave.  The manager listened to my calls for thirty minutes before deciding that I sounded “horrible” and needed to rest.  The next morning, I called out.  I went to urgent care and was told I needed voice rest for the rest of the week and to follow up with my doctor if it got worse or if my voice didn’t return.  Well, the pain went away, but I still had no voice.  I was pretty miffed.  I enjoyed my three days off…but I couldn’t sing either!  They called my prescription in to the pharmacy.  When I went inside to pick it up, I had post it notes so that I could rest my voice.  I had written out my note that I was picking up a prescription for myself…OOPS!  The cashier, a Caucasian male, turned the color of beets at first.  It did not occur to me that a note handed to a person behind a cash register could be scary!  When he read it though, he calmed down.  HILARIOUS though…only in hindsight of course.  I saw him hold his breath then start breathing again when he realized what I needed.  But let’s think here…If I was going to rob the store…why would I walk ALL THE WAY TO THE BACK…instead of hitting the cash registers up front?  Oh well..guess there’s no logic when it comes to robbers….

ANYWHO…my voice did not return and I ended up being put on voice rest…which meant for my job, I could not talk on the phone.  When I gave my doctor’s recommendation to my supervisor, he thought it would be fine to ask management if I could perform other tasks as our call center does more than just answer the phones…and because I’d been trained to do the other tasks, and they were behind with them, SURELY, I could do something else while I was on voice rest.  Unfortunately, the powers that be in my organization said…”Well if she’s sick she needs to take sick leave.”  My only problem was that I had no voice.  As long as I didn’t try to talk…I was in no pain…my fingers and brain worked fine…so I didn’t understand why the powers that be wanted me to have to use FMLA to be off for that time frame when there was SOMETHING that I could be doing that didn’t require the use of my voice.  At first, I was like…”you know what…whatever…this is the time I can use to find new employment or work on my book.”  But then…I couldn’t sleep…I was sincerely bothered by the complete disregard for my talents.  Yes.  I had sick leave but I needed to save it for when I was REALLY sick.  They’d been soliciting help for us to work extra time to help out with this other work in the call center, so I didn’t understand why I couldn’t just help out during regular hours because the work was there to be done.  Well, I am my mother’s child…and when something is not right in my world or there’s some great injustice that needs to be undone, I write a letter.  I write to the party involved and copy to everyone in the line of authority above this person who needs to see that I have a complaint.  Maybe that’s not the proper way, but it gets answers.  I was up at 3 am writing this letter.  Sure enough…my phone was ringing off the hook the next morning…with apologies and explanations as to why the decision was made.  Then it was the “I didn’t know you could…blah blah blah”..or the “Sure..we can work that out..”  All of this could have been avoided if folks would just be levelheaded and not get so caught up in titles to think that just because they’re in charge, they know what’s best for all involved.  I don’t like to be a troublemaker, but what makes sense…makes sense…and I’m glad the powers that be understood that FINALLY…because later in the year…I really did need my sick time…because I started having to visit a trillion doctors to get my diabetes care on track…had I used sick leave all of those days…which ended up being 6 weeks of voice rest, I would have had a problem when it came time to see about a more pressing issue.

I’ve gained and lost weight this year…but I finally managed to get my mind right which is the biggest challenge of any wellness program.

I’m grateful though, because not only am I getting my physical self in order, I think I’ve made grate strides with regards to my emotional and mental health.  I’ve learned to accept me…love me…and care about me…I’m learning how to stand up for myself, not hold things in and really really, enjoy this old life of mine.  Breaking the Shell is an experience…an on going process…but it is certainly one that has been life changing.  Super exciting!

I know I have a looooooooooooong way to go with being healthy, but I’m pushing on…I shall persevere!  Here’s to a great year in health!


Until next time,

Hakuna Matata

So…He is God Alone

So…He is God Alone

God is such an awesome God.  Do you know that He is able to handle His business without any help from us?  We mere humans are His creation.  He gives us free will to do what we may.  Then, we have a nasty habit of making these awful decisions that go directly against God’s instructions.  then, we try to get ourselves out of trouble.  Guess what?  We can’t.  We even have the nerve to try to bargain with God.

I’ve learned that when I stick to His plan, we will fare much better than if we venture out on our own.  That’s when we think we can help God.  He is the creator of the universe who mapped out every detail from beginning to end and we think we can help Him?  God must have the biggest bellyache from all the laughing He does at us.  Because we are TRULY funny if we think we can help Him.  We are absolutely kidding ourselves.  There’s not one person who has never tried to help God.  There are even some that suggest if you do things in a certain order, chanting certain words, with certain people, then the “universe’ will grant your request.  Not so…not so…

The only thing God needs us to do is obey Him.  Plain and simple.  if we do that, everything else will fall into place.  Does that mean we won’t hurt or that bad things won’t happen?  Absolutely not.  I won’t pretend to know why God allows challenges, temptations, tests and trials to happen to those who love Him.  All I do know is that His word says that “all things work together for the good of them that love the Lord and are called according to his purpose.”  He predestined us to be conformed to the image of His son.  Those who are predestined were also called, justified and glorified.  So…it may be painful, but there is a purpose in the pain.  Press through and trust that God is not going to leave you.

Through it all, in the good times and bad times, He is still God all. By. Himself.  He sits on the throne and reigns.  Because He is, we need to be in relationship with Him.  That’s the only way we know what His plan is and what He would have us to do.  How do we do that?  I’m glad that you asked.

Here is how you can receive Christ:

1.  Admit your need.  (I am a sinner.)

2.  Be willing to turn from your sins. (Repent.)

3.  Believe that Jesus Christ died for you on the Cross and rose from the grave.

4.  Through prayer, invite Jesus Christ to come in and control your life through the Holy Spirit.  (Receive Him as Lord and Savior.)

That’s it.  It’s that simple.  Now the prayer is personal.  it’s going to be something you say.  All prayer is is a conversation with God. The hardest thing to remember is that it is a CONVERSATION not a SOLILOQUY!  He talks back to us.  We just have to listen.  It’s not about begging God to solve all of our problems or to make the pain stop.  Listening is just as important as speaking.  As a matter of fact…listening is twice as important.  That’s why we have 2 ears and 1 mouth.  If you need help starting a prayer…Google Sinner’s prayer…if you want prayer, email me at and I’ll be happy to pray with you.

I started writing this post because I heard it when I was at choir practice a week or so ago.  We were singing William McDowell’s You Are God Alone…that song always speaks to me…I never intended to give the plan of salvation but that’s where that listening comes into play.  As I wrote, that’s where I was directed.  I’m going to be obedient there it is.  I may lose followers, but I know what I believe and how I have been instructed to live…I can only do the best I can with what God gave me.’s me being obedient…

Until next time,

Hakuna Matata