Monthly Archives: February 2016

#FreedomFriday – Once in a Blue Moon



To do something “once in a blue moon” is to do it very rarely: “The phrase refers to the appearance of a second full moon within a calendar month, which actually happens about every thirty-two months.

Why did this thought come to mind when I thought of Valentine?
For one, on Valentine’s Day the whole town/world is painted RED! So why did Blue appear in my focus?

Every day, people say ‘I love you’ in different ways and through different media. Some are subtle, while others are in-your-face-love; bottom-line, people are in love or so they claim. Hence, I don’t get it when a day is set aside to celebrate love and disorient our sense of colour choice with one predominant colour. By the way, I love RED! wink

Love, I keep saying is an everyday affair. It’s like blood pumped to the heart, you don’t want to experience what will happen if that blood stops flowing at the correct pace, or if air ceases to flow from one valve into the next (or all those places air flow through). So whose bright idea was it to limit love to one day? Who thought it right to limit love in the first place? Who determines how the day should go and by mid-night, we are back to the cat-fight-mode-activated fully.

Well, this is me wondering again and still thinking out aloud. If you have something to say, pray, let’s hear. Till then, either you enjoy your “once in a Blue Moon” love day or do it the God-way.

With every breath I take, I love you daily and eternally, babes. ❤

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Great Questions In the Bible-Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me?


You should read this. I would like to hear your thoughts on it. Thanks Wally for addressing this matter.

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Matthew 18:21

Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?

Well, here we are. We have arrived at what frankly is the most uncomfortable part of our series we have been doing in the process we often call “Church discipline.” I am not such a fan of that commonly accepted phrase, even though it fits. A better name would be, “Restoring a wayward brother.” Discipline nonetheless fits as a term.

Even though the process may be disciplinary, the objective remains restorative. Period, no exceptions. It’s similar to a child or employee. The intent of discipline with either is to correct behavior, point to the right path, and bring that person back into fellowship with the whole, whether it be a family or a work place. The intent in our families or workplaces is not to…

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#Writer’s Ouote Wednesday


Confession time:
I almost repeated Colleen’s quote for today because it resonanted something in me and that is gratitude to the medium of expression. I know I always celebrate writing and putting forth what you believe in as against what another said off-handedly. But today, I realised again and more intensely that my journal, blank book, keyboard, laptop, pen all need to be celebrated too!

To all my media for expression, thank you, I celebrate you!

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I chose an Anne Lamott quote also. For the times I didn’t really understand, yet I kept writing and in the end it made sense to another in such a great way, I’m grateful and I attribute it to GRACE that never leaves us where it found us. May this quote inspire you as a writer to never leave a life the way you met it. If that life is a good one already, add your best to it, leave your touch in that life. I just touched yours by the way. wink

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Out of the flame



Out of the flame came

A rare gem that has been tamed

Life’s beat made humble



Admirer from past

Whose love a week didn’t last

Boasted of great heights

I love poetry anyday. Thanks Ronovan for the challenge #83Gem&Flame. For the 2nd Haiku, rather than use ‘Flame’, I chose ‘Admirer’ and for ‘Gem’ under the noun – Pride (meaning to treasure), I got ‘Boasted’.

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Please read up the article on my picture source. I chose the Citrine gemstone because it represents my birthmonth.

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When talking won’t cut it…


There’s a point you get to in a season of life that talking just won’t do. It’s that point when you are SILENT on the outside, but inside you is a storm brewing, tornado after tornado! That’s the point God tells you “Be Still and Know…”

For you to be ‘STILL’ means to become quiet (in and out), have a peace that’s beyond the surface and when you are done with that, KNOW. To KNOW connotes having an understanding which comes from Experience. God says to you in that place of pain, still all the unnecessary noise going on around you and REMEMBER Who I am, Acknowledge My Presence and Ability to soothe that pain, ease that hurt, remove that doubt and deal with that fear.

When I get to that point that talking won’t suffice, I sing, write, ponder and pray. Does this mean there’s total peace within me, not always. But it helps remove my focus from the source of pains and confusion. I know people are different when it comes to processing what is going on around them that isn’t ok, however, refocusing on another point, p

erson or being other than the initial source of trouble always helps.


Silence doesn’t mean weakness. No way.
It doesn’t show ineptitude.
It doesn’t say ‘I’m incapacitated’
It comes off as one being in charge of the situation. It makes you one that watches and determines a move before taking it. I’m in between my SILENT stages, don’t write me off just yet because a Greater than I is putting it all in perspective for me.

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#LyricalMonday – His Tattoo


Tattooing has been around for a while. I’m not sure what your thoughts are on this, but I am glad I am one in His (God’s) hands and that’s the best place to be…safe, sound and secure! Thinking about Isaiah 49: 15 – 16 Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me. (KJV)

MSG version- Isaiah 49: 15 – 17

“Can a mother forget the infant at her breast,
    walk away from the baby she bore?
But even if mothers forget,
    I’d never forget you—never.
Look, I’ve written your names on the backs of my hands.
    The walls you’re rebuilding are never out of my sight.
Your builders are faster than your wreckers.
    The demolition crews are gone for good.

This scripture informed this poem and #IAmInscribed. Enjoy.

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