Category Archives: Story Time
Fans in Church
When I was a little girl, I used to take the church programs and make paper fans.
Last weekend, when my sisters and I were sitting in church, one of them pointed out the paper fans the little girls in front of us made.
Paper fan never cooled us off, it just calmed us down. Gave us something to do.
I like seeing children doing something I used to do as a child. It makes me think about my wonderful childhood. There is often an emphasis on children not acting like children. But I am not sure if that is true anymore. They still play the same games we used to play and do the things we used to do as children, we just overlook them sometimes.
Waiting
Waiting, a practice
The ingredient to patience
A blessing in disguise
A task
A lesson
A life long lesson
A prayer
A deliverance
A job
A break- through
What does it mean to wait to you?
YES
Yes is my answer
Yes is my answer
to You.
In all that I have to give, I give it freely away
to please a God who lives in me today
And, all I can help, I help them today
to please a God who says my help is on the way
Yes is my answer today, was yesterday and forever more.
Yes, is my answer Yes is my answer
to You, Jesus.
Irene
Authur and Irene grew up together. They lived next door to each other. They went to the same school, ate the same nasty school lunch, attend the same classes, avoided each other at gym and walked home with a different group of friends.
His friends were all older than he was and he thought he was ‘special’. He thought he was smarter than anyone his age and was the class clown. No one could “diss” him better than she could but she never paid him any attention. His clothes were always fresh. He always had the newest Air Jordans and a matching cap. By sixth grade, he was the talk of the neighborhood.
All the mothers wanted their children to stay away from him and very concerned mothers who always warned their daughters of boys, warned them of him.
Authur cared a lot what people thought of him even though he pretended not too. There were times when he tried to fit in social groups of children his age but he already had a bad reputation and children (his age) were already frighten of him. Everybody but Irene.
Irene was his next door neighbor. She wasn’t the teacher’s pet until the sixth grade. She had met God and decided to change her life around. She was a friend of Authur until the six grade and by the seventh grade they avoided eye contact. She prayed for him up until the time she moved away. Then she forgot about him.
He dropped out of high school. She went to college.
They forgot about one another, sometimes. One day their paths crossed.
Irene taught in a school on the other side of town where his sister lived with her family. His sister’s children were Irene’s students and one day, their grandmother came to pick them up.
Hi Irene! I’m Authur’s mom, don’t you remember me?
(In the back of her head, she thought, oh my, she have grown to be a wonderful looking lady. I wish my son was here.)
Yes! I do. How are you? How’s the family?
(In the back of her head, Irene thought, oh my, the last person I want to see is her good for nobody son! He was cute but had no brains. Well, I am in an relationship anyway. Thank God for my Freddy.)
Word got around to Authur, who was now a street cleaner, that Irene now taught his nieces and nephews.
Authur pretended not to care that Irene was now a teacher. He tried to convince himself that he was doing good.
At least I got a job where I can come and do as I please. All, I have to do is make sure the sidewalk is clean.
I wonder what she looks like.
Aww, she probably the same. Plain and boring. Oh, yeah, and she did become religious by the end of middle school. The last thing I want to deal with is God.
I still can’t stand her. I don’t know why my mom keeps telling me about her. She’s so…she probably thinks she is all of that. There are millions of teachers in the world anyway. Anybody can be a teacher. I didn’t become one becuase I don’t want to become one.
SNOW!
While taking pictures of everything around me, I looked down and saw this.
SNOW!
The wind was somehow visible. I could see which way it was blowing.
The snow created shapes and almost looked like sand.
It was picking up and blowing and blowing and gone.
The white and the fine, smooth textures made me not want to take the next step.
I just wanted to keep it foot-print-less.
Ahh, SNOW!
Another of God’s great mysteries.
Moon
You show me someone without strength and I’ll show you someone without Joy– Marvin Winans
Lines
The lines are drawn
Everything is straight and cut
The patterns are fine
Nothing is missing
It’s precise and to the point
At the Beginning
At the beginning, it was light and not to strong
At the beginning, I thought I was in the right and not so wrong
because you see, I met him in a great condition
and under amazing circumstances
He was good, he was kind, he was intelligent, he made me laugh
This was all at the beginning
Then, I brought him home and introduced him to the family
And this is when the rising action begun
He was no longer just mine but my family’s also
What they thought mattered and not how I felt about him
He isn’t just dating me anymore but my family
I surely do miss the beginning when we were together
when we were just we
but no one really noticed
There’s always joy at the beginning
Rise above it All
In my high school. There was a poster of a Maya Angelou poem in the third floor. I think that was my favorite poster throughout the entire school. I fell in love with Angelou right away. I even felt I loved the person who took the time to hang the poster on the wall! Everytime I was having a bad day, I would run up to the third floor and read the poem. It was like my own personal gas station. And it pumped me until I had enough courage to go through the day.
The title is: Still I Rise.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
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