A Hot Bath and a Glass of Moscato.

There's something to be said for hot baths.  A hot bath and a glass of moscato on a slow Saturday evening... now that deserves a round of applause. 

Leaving the world and all that it brings behind a locked bathroom door.  

A quick escape from responsibility. A chance meeting with my deepest thoughts, feelings...alone. 

Alone I only seek only to please me.  No phone, no tv... Just me. 

Hot  bath, vanilla scented bath oils and yes plenty of bubbles.  Chilled glass of sweet peach moscato and my mind. 

Releasing all life has deposited in me.  Cleansing my body of the evil, hate, destruction, fear and pain... for the moment. 

Renewing my soul to begin again.  Hoping for goodness, love, renewal, boldness, and pleasure that lasts eternally. 

Hot bath, chilled glass of wine...and me. 

Accepting my flaws, revealing my shortcomings. Leaving it behind as a filthy ring around the tub.   Drowning my sorrows. 

Exfoliating, cleansing, leaving it all behind. 

Starting fresh. Inspired. 

Kristal

IT'S ON ME...

One Sunday morning, rushing to get ready for church; I realized the purse I was going to carry didn't match my outfit.  In order to satisfy my compulsion to ensure my outfits are coordinated, I decided to change my purse from black, to the color I was wearing, brown. 

I grabbed the brown purse, cleaned out any leftover receipts, gum wrappers, etc... and began to meticulously transfer the contents of the black purse into the brown purse, and off to church I went. 

My Pastor had been teaching a series of messages on  financial responsibility.  Jesus Christ made it clear that a mark of true spirituality was a right attitude toward wealth.  The only thing we should covet is God and the treasures of heaven.  

After church, I routinely have a nice breakfast.  This particular Sunday wasn't any different.  At the conclusion of my meal, the check arrived and I reached into my purse for my wallet.  To my surprise, it wasn't there.  Where was it?  I thought back to when I changed purses and I could not remember if I transferred my wallet to the new purse. I looked in the inside pockets, the outside pockets, the side pockets...  No wallet, no credit cards, not even loose change.  I started thinking of who I could call to bring me money. What I would I say to my waitress to buy time to go and get money?   Did I have any cash in my car...????? WHERE IS MY MONEY!!!????  

Stressed and soon to be embarrassed, I started to think about people who have these thoughts daily.  Where is the money coming from?  How can I feed my family?  Hourly, they wonder how they can pay bills.  How will they rob Peter to pay Paul this time?  Every second, wondering if GOD will suddenly open up heaven and pour out that blessing.   As I sat there hoping my waitress would delay a request for payment until I came up with a plan to pay, I whispered OH LORD!  

I decided to take one more look in my purse before my impending confession to the waitress that I did not have the money to pay my bill.  As I searched the outside pockets, side pockets and finally the inside pockets; to my disbelief I found, in that very inside pocket that I had searched repeatedly, a folded twenty dollar bill!  GOD heard my whispered prayer, OH LORD and placed that folded twenty in that inside pocket.  It was as if GOD said, "IT'S ON ME!"  Answered prayer.  

What if we took it upon ourselves to pour out blessings to others.  Occupy our lives with a spirit of giving.  Be an answered prayer to someone in need.

IT'S ON YOU!

Kristal

One Accord

Ladies, let’s talk for a moment. Why do we hate each other so much?

We constantly sit in judgment of one another. We want to know how she can afford that car, that house, how she got that man, does she have kids, do her kids have the same father, is she educated, who does she hang out with, where does she hang out, does she drink, does she smoke, whose her baby daddy…sometimes, we barely open our mouths to say hello! Y’all know what I am talking about!

Why can’t we just be happy for one another? I often ask God this question. Now I’m asking you…How do we fellowship with one another and strengthen our bonds as women?

Think about it? It’s ridiculous the way we treat one another. We smile at each other and give “half hugs” and the “air kisses” but as soon as we leave each other’s sight we are thinking about something negative to say.

Women need to bond. Women need to know that we share the same struggles. We need to fellowship, one to another, and break down those barriers that cause us to crawl into our shells.

Remember when you had a best girlfriend. You told her all your secrets. You couldn’t wait to talk to her each day. Almost every minute of the day. You asked her opinion on everything, and most importantly, she had your best interests at heart. She loved you just for being you.

Then we grew up, or should I say we got older. We don’t trust each other. We are in competition for everything from careers to men! You see it perpetuated in the media on those television shows that end with the word “Wives” and start with “Real”. Why don’t we show love and kindness toward one another as adults?

How many of us are going through something? I mean really going through something and you are feeling so much pain. You want to talk to someone. You’ve already burned up your momma’s ear and you are hurting. You’ve prayed and cried, cried and prayed, then prayed and cried some more. You are looking for someone to talk to…someone to cry with…someone just to be in your corner. Someone to listen. Are you praying you had you had your best girlfriend back. That person you can trusted…that person that you called, anytime day or night and she listened!

Women understand another woman's pain. From our teenaged years we know how it feels to be rejected, abused, lied to, and lied about. We know how it feels to not be apart of the “in crowd”. We know the pain of not being pretty enough, not being skinny enough, rich enough, smart enough…

It stops now!

Right now, let's make the decision to be on one accord.

ACCORD:

To harmonize, reconcile, to grant or concede

To be in mutual agreement, or harmony, willingly without being asked.

To be in one accord is for everyone to agree, with no one dissenting

DISCORD:

Disagreement, a harsh or confusing noise

Quarreling, the struggle to win out where there is a conflict or disagreement.

In order to be on one accord we have to have a single mindedness. I’m not saying we have to agree on everything but in our disagreeing we are supportive. We genuinely care about each other. When our sister does well we are truly happy for her and supportive. Supportive both in what we say and what we do… I’ve got your back.

Kristal

The Power of No!

I was attempting to get ready for church and like every Sunday, I was having trouble deciding what to wear. If you know me, you find that hard to believe. I am an admitted clothes hog. Is there a 12 step program for my addiction? Moving on...

As I rifled through the racks, finding clothes I'd forgotten I'd purchased...clothes that I had not even worn...some I've grown tired of... and some I've outgrown. As I tried on the third outfit and fourth pair of shoes...don't ask...I finally asked myself, is this necessary?

At that very moment I looked around the room, that has become my closet and realized, that this room was a reflection of what was happening in my life.

Outgrown, over flowing, overstuffed, disorganized, misused, unnecessary...

I didn't need 12 steps to understand that having more shoes than Emelda Marcos is not necessary. My life had become stuffed. My day job, my night job, my community commitments were causing me to OVER COMMIT...and that caused me stress. Quite frankly I grew weary and like my outdated clothing, I realized that some things are just NOT necessary.

It's not necessary for me to have such an abundance of clothing that I can't remember buying them. It's not necessary to say yes to every request. Requests to attend every birthday party, cookout, fashion show, seminar, bridal shower, wedding, graduation, meeting and house warming. Requests for loans, which turn into gifts because that loan is never repaid. Requests for help. Yes, I said it! I had to realize that I don't know everything. I can't do everything... and I don't have enough money, time or strength for all the people who ask for something. As my Pastor says, "I ain't all that!".

Now my epiphany about what is not necessary in my life has nothing to do with you. It has everything to do with me...and I'm glad about it!

I've learned to say NO! Ahhh yes, the power of NO! You see since I've said no to you, I've found new passions. Saying no to you keeps me stress free. I don't have to send your calls to voicemail. Saying no to you has cleared my schedule! Saying no to you has taken away sleepless nights. Saying no to you has helped me find the time and money I thought I didn't have. Saying no to you has shown me what is necessary....ME!

Misery loves Company

Misery loves company. Remember this old saying? I've heard it from my grandmother, mother, elders...and recently, I found myself saying it to a group of middle school students.

These young students have the same problems that we had when we were growing up. Jealousy and envy; they just use a catchy word to describe it..."hater".

The Urban Dictionary has numerous definitions of the word “hater’. Here are a few:

Hater, a person that simply cannot be happy for another person's success. Rather than be happy they make a point of exposing a flaw in that person.

Hater, A person who feels anger and/or jealousy for someone who has succeeded in something they have worked hard for. A person who speaks badly, and/or takes negative actions in attempt to create problems for a successful person.

Hater, A person that develops a strong dislike for another, solely basing their own opinion on personal judgment rather than objective merit. The formation of a hater's contempt commonly arises from jealously and/or resentment.

Hating, the result of being a hater, is not exactly jealousy. The hater doesn’t really want to be the person he or she hates; rather the hater wants to knock someone else down a notch. For example;

Susan: You know Kevin from accounting is doing very well. He just bought a house in a very nice part of town.

Jane (hater): If he is doing so well why does he drive that '89 Taurus?

There have been songs written about jealousy and envy or haterism: the act of hating.

“Backstabbers” written in 1972 sung by the O’Jays:

"They smile in your face, all the time they want to take your place

The backstabbers, backstabbers!"

“Jealousy” written in 1986 sung by Club Nouveau:

“They told me if I'd help them

They'd be in debt for life

But when I turned my back to get support

They stabbed me with a knife

I don't need jealousy no

I don't want the bad talk around me

I don't need no jealousy

I don't want the bad talk around me.”

“So Good” written in 1999 sung by Destiny’s Child:

This is for the haters that had said we wouldn't make it

Now we're down platinum and now you can't take it

For all the people 'round us that have been negative

Look at us now, see how we live

I stay down with my people, all the ones who keep it real

Didn't get caught up and how that make you feel?

All the things I'm doin' that you thought I never could

I want you to know that I'm doin' so good.

“Hate on Me” written in 2007 sung by Jill Scott:

If I could give you the world on a silver platter

Would it even matter? You'd still be mad at me

If I could find in all this a dozen roses

Which I would give to you you'd still be miserable

In reality I'm gon' be who I be and I don't feel no faults

For all the lies that you bought

You can try as you may break me down when I say

That it ain't up to you gonna do what you do

Hate on me hater now or later

'Cause I'm gonna do me you'll be made baby

Go 'head and hate on me hater I'm not afraid of

What I got I paid for you can hate on me.

The same issues continue to stifle the hearts and minds of the innocent. At what point in life do we realize that we need one another? That we are connected. That by the mere fact that we are human helps us to understand and feel and hurt and and cry and laugh and love…

Those middle school girls were searching for answers to questions that I did not have the answers to. All I could tell them was unfortunately, you will always be hated for something. No one is immune! The songwriters wrote about it to relieve their pain. People will hate where you live, your car, your clothes, your hair, your friends, your life, your opinion…YOU! While they say they hate you, they hate themselves most.

Love anyway. Love anyhow. Love always…Celebrate the successes of others. Give to those less fortunate and love, love, love, your enemies.

Love, there’s nothing better than love. There’s no one better than love.

Kristal

"ME" Time

I just returned from a fantastic mini vacation. It couldn't have come at a better time. Another year ending, a new year beginning... Personal conflicts, business issues and just a serious case of the blues.

I've always looked at vacations as a chance to recharge, to revive, to invigorate. This trip meant rest. No clocks, no appointments, no responsibility. "ME" time.

The beach, 80 degree temperatures ( I live in a cold climate), and beautiful sunsets were just the prescription, for the mind boost I need to get through a new year.

My vacation was going as planned. I slept late. I ate what I wanted. I played on the beach and I slept when my body told me to sleep. Then... it happened! I saw the most breathtaking sunset. I watched the sky covered in a blanket of blue became an awesome splendor of red and orange. I witnessed the magnificent sun appear to drop from the sky and be swallowed whole by the blue, green ocean.

Then, I witnessed the sunrise. God woke me just in time to witness that same, fire filled sphere, rise from the depths of ocean to take its rightful place in the eastern sky, to provide light and life to everything in its wake.

Now, I've seen sunrises and sunsets before...but, what I witnessed was so much more!

With every sunset, we have another chance. Another chance to try again, to get it right, to begin again, to be reborn, to apologize. With every sunrise, we have another chance to love, to be loved, to live and to thrive!

Broken

As a child, my mother worked second shift. My brother, sister, and I would be left to fend for ourselves most evenings. We made the best of it. We would always find some sort of new game or adventure. We played fort, we played hide and seek, we played basketball, we played hard! Our living room was transformed into a city street, a forest, a jungle or a playground. Now, we didn’t have a lot, but I remember my mother had a few items that she treasured. On our living room table, a ceramic bull and matador set. She adored these pieces. Anyone one else have this set?

My mother used to leave us explicit instructions about playing in the house. We’d better not do it! We tried to adhere to her rules, but when it’s too cold to play outside, you’ve watched all of the cartoons you can find, and you’re tired of playing board games... tossing around the Nerf football won’t hurt anything! Right?!

Yeah right! My brother’s “stone hands” could not handle my pass and the matador took it right in the chest. OH NO! Ceramic matador hits hard wood floors and you already know the outcome.

On this day in particular, we had a lot of time before my mother would be home. All we needed to do was fix it. We thought about using duct tape...Nah... we only had grey duct tape. We thought about using scotch tape...Nah...she would see that. We decided to use glue. The only glue available was yellow, wood, glue. Yes, yellow, wood glue. The ceramic matador was brown with white accents. We were optimistic! We figured if we glued it back together, and wiped off the excess yellow, wood, glue there’s NO WAY she would notice!

We gathered up every piece of the wounded matador. We painstakingly glued each piece back together. We attempted to wipe off the excess but, the glue became tacky and parts of the paper towel we used to wipe the excess became part of the matador.

We put it together and placed it back in it’s usual place on the living room table. We cleaned the living room, carefully looking for any remaining evidence of the incident. Then we waited...we felt pretty confident with our work. No way she would notice the battered matador...even with the yellow, wood, glue seeping through the fractures.

Guess what? It didn’t take long for my mother to notice that her once proud matador had been reduced to an imperfect piece of ceramic, masked by wood glue and paper towels. We paid dearly for that moment of disobedience.

Our feeble attempt at repairing something broken, reminds me of how we wear masks in our lives, in order to give the appearance that we are okay.

How often have you looked in the eyes of another and said to yourself, I know what their going through? How often do you see pain, sorrow and grief in the eyes of another? How often do you look in the mirror and see your own pain? How often do we laugh when we want to cry? How often do we cry when we want to scream? How many times have we said yes when we wanted to say no. How many times have we gone along to get along.

We hide behind a lifetime of faulty repair work. We seek our repair from talk shows, self help books and inspirational emails. We don our masks daily, not realizing how the temporary glue is seeping through our fractured hearts and minds. We hope that we won’t be revealed.

We’ve been beaten, berated, demeaned, lied about, lied to, cheated on, talked about, hated, mistreated, used and abused. Yet we refuse to speak up, speak out, speak about, what we’ve been through. We won’t share what we’re going through in order to save another from this personal hell. It’s as if we want to see others in pain so that we won’t have to be alone. Will we ever be unbroken?

Kristal