The Battle: Man v/s Man

Two Are Better Than One!

Two Are Better Than One

Good morning, friends!  If you’re reading this post, that means that you have work to do, and I’m not talking about that awesome 9 to 5 you’re heading to in a few short hours; I’m talking about your purpose — the reason that you exist! Every day is an opportunity to serve those around you by using your talents, abilities, and gifts. Are you taking advantage of these opportunities? Just think of your purpose as a mission. As always, I’m mission-minded and singing a song.

Rolling down the street praising Jesus, sippin’ on iced green tea

Laid-back, with my mind on my mission and my mission on my mind.

~Allusion to Snoop Dogg’s Gin & Juice

Sometimes a song will enter your head, and you have to switch up the lyrics a little (or in this case, a lot) to get you in the right space for doing what God…

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Just Saying 24.03

Blog of a Mad Black Woman!

Blog of a Mad Black Woman

Sometimes, you just have to close your eyes, count to ten, take a deep breath, remind yourself that you wouldn’t look good in prison stripes, and just smile at the dumbass and walk away.

@rebelcircus

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Paralympian! Equestrian! Warrior! This is Dale Dedrich.

This is Horse Addict!

HorseAddict

I don’t know if Dale Dedrick would describe herself as a warrior but having met her I certainly would.  Dale is like those toys with the weighted round base that no matter how often you knock them over they just come right back up.  But let me start at the beginning.

Dale was 12 when she started to ride. Her mother paid for 10 lessons.  “I was hooked,” she says.  Then her grandmother paid for 10 more lessons. That was the beginning. She worked weekends at the local stable, cleaning tack, grooming horses and ponies. And she was allowed to ride: “Anything we could catch.” So Dale and her friends would catch a horse or pony out in the paddock and leap on without a saddle or bridle. Later she moved on and bought a Thoroughbred off the track and taught him to jump and did…

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WRITING FOR A LIVING AND MORE HENRY VIII

Meet Lucinda E. Clarke!

lucinda E Clarke

Anyone who thinks that writing for a living is a quiet, gentle occupation is just SO wrong. Do you imagine a scene with the writer, coffee by his side, sitting serenely tapping away at the keyboard, pausing only to think for a few seconds before beaming with pleasure and then tapping away again? Wrong.

Writer sitting at keyboard scratching head, swearing and cursing. Types one sentence erases it. Gets up to find missing sock. Sits down again. Reads last few sentences. Child rushes in screaming there is a snake in the garden which has now gone up the drainpipe. Tell child to get gaffer tape from camera box and tape up bottom of drainpipe. Scribble note to husband to flush gutters when he gets home. Drinks coffee. Gets up to make more coffee. Child rushes in to say neighbour’s child has fallen in the pool. Ask is it drowning? No…

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Today’s Reblog winner is… Expresso Feeliwrity!!

This is Expresso Feeliwrity!

Expresso Feeliwrity

If I could steal the shine&sparkle of luminous stars

They’d complain”Why do you need it

For you already have theone who makes our pride look totally fake……..

If I could ever own the beauty&bequest of the Goddess Venus

She would surely kneel down and say “Please return it

For you have the one who makes me perspire on the very thought of comparison”……..

If I could ever rule over the sky&scraper of The Almighty

It would be their first timer to persuade a mortal “Let go these skies

For even we feel perplexed of how you could be blessed with heaven on the land”……..

If I could build a home&honeycomb beneath the sapphired world

Little homeless-felt mermaids would plead “Leave this place

For it’s suffocating to live in the presence of someone who is more lascivious than us”……..

If I could fulfill all&all of the above ‘If I could’…

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Did God condone slavery?

This is Th3 Platform.

Th3 Platform

As Christians we are still fully human in this life. We just have a drastically different destination after we die. We do not have all of the answers in this life and at times, non-believers will hit us with questions that we do not have the answers to. I seek to provide answers to those difficult questions through my writing no matter what aspect of the Bible that the world seeks to discredit. One of the more effective attacks is bringing up the fact that slavery was condoned in the Bible. At a glance, this seems to be a legitimate question of God’s authority as the morally perfect Judge of humanity. In a post-resurrection world where the New Covenant has been established, the super majority of cases of slavery are 100% immoral and condemned by the Lord. In the days of the Old Testament though, there were many instances that…

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Labels Are For Canned Goods, Not People

This is Being Lydia!

Daily Prompt – Label

LabelI remember a grocery store we used to shop in when I was young would have a box at the front door with cans and jars with no labels. They were free to take; however, you had no idea what was inside until you opened it. I have heard that food banks often have them now.

Labels are important so we know what we are dealing with. If you are planning dinner and wanting some veggies to go with it, you might be a little unsure what to do with the can of peaches you just opened.

As a society, we seem to need labels on everything so we can maintain order.

  • Continents, countries, regions, cities, areas, streets and house numbers all help us to find where we are going. We get our mail and deliveries through this intricate labeling system.
  • Schools, universities, colleges, and other…

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Let Life Be Messy

This is Peace From Panic!

Peace from Panic

This past weekend was rainy and cozy. My 23-year-old daughter Mackenzie visited home, which made it even better. Homemade brownies, hot chocolate, magazines, some wine, and loads of laughter.

It poured on Friday. Saturday morning was sunny, so Mackenzie and I wanted to go for a walk. We decided to take a route on the streets, versus a hike in the mountains, since it’d be muddy. I assured Mackenzie it was fine to wear her new (expensive) tennis shoes, as we’d stay in the neighborhoods.

We headed into the mountain area, and were planning to be on the wide, paved road. “But Mom, the trail looks fine. It’s dry, come on, let’s go that way!” So we went. It was fine for about half a mile, until we came to some puddles and sloshy mud. A few more steps, and the whole path was gooey. We trudged through the high wild grass on the sides of the trail, hoping it wasn’t marshland.

The mountains surrounding us were a vibrant green and wildflowers started to…

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