by Kristen M. Green, MBA
For those of us that are stuck in the place of deliberation, stuck hypothesizing the possibility; there is a remedy. I, yes I, have been stuck. There were many days that went by after I had written out this book, by hand, that I would not start the process of typing it. I blamed being tired, I blamed not having the money to edit/publish once I finished typing, and I blamed the fact that no one would buy it or read it. But eventually the registration of those thoughts/questions in my head got cancelled. I knew that this journey was mine to live and to write. This book is my place called next. It was not my job to determine what would happen when I got there. I just had to get there. So I started to type again; because this place was purposed in my mind. Just like your place called next. It is purposed in your mind. Continue reading
by Celeste Johnson
What is my purpose? This question plagues so many people today. And to be honest many of the people who don’t know become paralyzed because they don’t have the answer. If you fall into this category, you are not alone. You must first realize and accept that everyone and everything created by God has a purpose on this earth. That means you absolutely have a purpose and a reason why you were born and why you’re still here. God would never waste Himself or His time allowing you to enter in the earth without meaning or destiny.
Once you accept this fact, Continue reading
By Carlyn Paschall
Are you an island unto yourself? You don’t need church or friends because you can do it all by your lonesome. You can pray for yourself, you don’t need anyone to intercede for you. You don’t need to go to church, because after all, you can read the Word for yourself. Ever met anyone like that?
The problem with this kind of thinking is we isolate ourselves and make ourselves an easy target for the enemy. We all need someone to pray with and for us. Suppose you are unconscious or your body is racked with pain? You may not be able to pray, but if you have a friend, that person can intercede on your behalf. Suppose you are tempted in a certain area – don’t Continue reading
by Lynnette McCollum
I have often been called “diva”. There was usually a noun that either preceded or came after the word diva. When I sang secular music, I was called Divalto. In my business career some of my staff referred to me as Mz. Diva. In my younger days amongst very, very close friends only I was referred to as “Divaho”. Now in that group of friends everyone had a “ho” attached to her name. There was Idaho (Ida), Taho (Tanya), Gloho (Gloria), and Sueho (Susan). My nickname however, had nothing to do with my real name. I don’t possess any exceptional beauty, I was not 36x24x36, nor was I an outright flirt. I was told that my name derived my inadvertent ability to “draw folks in”. Not just in the area of sexuality but in every aspect of my life, I radiated “that certain something”. I am now terribly embarrassed by colluding with that type of language and mentality and hate the fact that I allowed it to go on. Although the “diva” was intended as a term of endearment and compliment to me at the time, I now know that for me to allow that “ho” part to be tagged on was ignorant and unacceptable.
I can imagine that after reading the above you may determine that I am proud of the “diva” categorization. Well in all honesty, I guess I am. SHOCKED? Well, let me explain what I mean. I admit that initially, I was very uncomfortable with being called a diva anything. Did not like the attention it drew to me. I though people were saying I thought too highly of myself because, believe me I did not, but that is another subject for another time. The reason that I say I am a diva is because Continue reading