Befriending, Deleteing, Adding

Sometimes you want to know who a person is. It is your nature. You are curious. What is his name or who is she?

However, soon or later after we meet that person, we tend to ignore him.

When we walk pass him on the street, we don’t even look in his eyes

You probably will delete her from your social networks.

Is it that you know all you want to know about him?

Or if you know any more about her you will not like her anymore?

Or you heard what he said about him and it makes you not want to be friends with her anymore?

Or you are just doing friend cleansing for yourself? No negative people in your life.

Or you got to close to him and it destroyed your relationship with her?

It is just life to let people come and go into your life.

However, it seems as if people are trying to hold on to others as often as they could… just in case.

If I graduate from fifth grade and move to another neighborhood, shouldn’t I meet new friends and deal with the lost?

Why should I be in college befriending or looking for friends from third grade on facebook?

What’s the point?

To see what they are doing with their lives??  or do I

have other intentions?

Why should you want to hang on to your childhood? When do you grow up and forget?

then you can say

Oh yes, I remember! I almost forgot about him…I wonder whatever happened to him!Swing

Another Day with my Darlings

I had a beautiful day at the Library. I was able to read individually with each child. They quickly got off the computers and did their homework- mainly by themselves. I had to get ‘on’ the older students about Not taking notes in class. I’ve always took notes in class when I was their age. I wonder if their teacher don’t tell them to take notes or if they are practicing how to be rebellious . I have a great idea that it is the latter reason.

For the most part, everyone did their homework and read and that is always my goal.

I am glad because I am learning to lead myself ( “Before we can lead others, we must first learn how to lead ourselves” ). When I first started, I thought I knew everything about leading and guiding but the more I work with my darlings, I realize that I knew(and know) very little. And, I am very happy that they have patience with me as I have with them.

Remember when I told you that I was accused of having favoritism? Well, it just so happens that during their spring break (yes, they still came to the library on their break and felt I should too) all the students who felt this way, got together to talk to me about it….

The complaint was: ‘Lilly, you always treat her better than us.” They didn’t start to talk about it until I let everyone go to make Easter eggs and I  wanted her to read with me which made her cry. (Everyone else had already finished their reading for the day and she didn’t! I thought she’ll or they’ll understand. ) Anyways, she cried so hard and long that it scared me. I wasn’t (well, didn’t want to be) the big bad wolf anymore. I just humbled myself down. I told her she can go make an egg but she never went. Just kept on crying. Thank God for the darlings who made a little basket and eggs for her. It wasn’t till later on next week, they told me the real issue.

So I apologized to them. My personal reason is she needs extra help in some areas, the other ones do not need help in; however, I did not tell them that! I just apologized. Now, I try my best to treat her like everyone else and she is actually doing better. I must say. Maybe helping her the way I  thought was right wasn’t helping her that muchEaster Baskets. Maybe she took it as “I must be stupid or something, why is she always helping me more?”  The students were right. I wasn’t allowing her to think for herself or miss some dots on her i’s or crosses on t’s.

Another New York Classic


I wish sometimes I was born in a different era. Especially when I read books about time past.

Like how cool it would have been to see Jesus? To witness Him turning water into wine?? Imagine you was there?!

It is easy to say ‘If I was there, I would have done this or did that’

What if I was born in Atlanta, Georgia during the 1930’s and was old enough by the mid 1950’s to march with Martin Luther King, Jr or to experience the birth of the Civil Rights Era.

Like If I knew all of my heroes or ‘sheroes’ personally.

Or if I was born in the Bronx during the 70’s to experience the Burning of the Bronx or the Birth of  Hip- Hop.

I am not even trying to romanticize these periods. They just are anyway.

I really wonder what I would have done or who I would I have become had I been born in a different era.

Like what If you were born in Germany at the end of World War II?  Not at the beginning or the middle.

Or in New York during the 1800th. New York doesn’t have a clean history either. But that is a different story. or maybe the same story but different chapter – to be told later.

Married Couples

You ever saw a pair a scissors?

You notice how they open and close?

Imagine yourself in the middle.

Yeah, you.

You monkey in the middle.


Now, what happens when you are in the middle?

You get cut. You get hurt. You end up broken.

You ever saw a married couple?

Don’t ever try to get in the middle.

You will be shred.

(analogy borrowed from my assistant pastor.)Married Couples

Prepared? Opportunity? Ready?

How ready am I?

How prepared am I?

do I?

Should I?

take another step?

Will this be an embarrassing step?

will my life change for the better- the worse?

it only gets bettttttttter!

what should I feel?


fast! Yeah.

Well, should I fast? or feast?

Is God telling me to fast?

Should I just eat and have faith??

What did Les Brown say?

It’s better to be prepared and have no opportunity at all then not be prepared and have an opportunity.

Well, is opportunity knocking??

Should I? Should I open?Preparing for show


I’m just sitting hereBreath

shaking my foot

nodding my head

bending my eyebrows

listening to Michael W. Smith







its amazing

life from dust

it’s the truth

I am LOST without YOU


it’s the truth




that violin sound

the strum

the bang of the piano

it is hitting the spot

pure worship