Thursday, May 24, 2018

Plugged Into The Power of Prayer

The devil tried to put a black eye on the gang, but prayer is powerful. First it was the flu.
Then my asthma started acting up, so I had a hard time breathing. Saw a commercial
where you wake up doing a dance to try to shake off the numbness, not to
mention... Sleep Apnea.
To make matters worse, I finally started feeling better and in the process of getting
ready for Sunday morning worship service, I was a little overzealous while applying
my makeup and I wound up with makeup in my eye. After trying to use a
cotton swab to remove it, I notice a small red dot on my eyeball.
Did I mention that I heard a smoke alarm going off since about 7 AM Sunday morning?
It was 11 something and I could still hear the alarm while I was getting ready for worship.
Walked out the front door, on my way to church and my neighbor mentioned that the
smoke alarm was coming from a vacant property. I figured oh well, we'll just have to
wait for the battery to die down and it will stop beeping. So I went on to church.
While I’m sitting in service, I get a phone call asking me why the fire department
is at my house. Get home only to find the police and license and inspection
at my front door.
You know, when I left Sunday morning, I already knew what the problem was. It was
simply the battery, but the devil couldn’t let me go say hello to Sister Pat after
worship service. That would be too much like right! Moreover, by the time I
got home from church, that little red spot in my eye was spiraling a hemorrhage
out of control.

The next day I woke up to a migraine and my eye was sore, swollen and bloodshot red.
I could see the bleeding moving into my iris. I remember getting pink eye from sharing
eyeliner with my high school BFF (Mary), so we know what that's like, but this
was blood hemorrhaging on the inside of my eyeball. There was blood,
hemorrhaging toward my iris. Naturally, I Googled it.

Turns out, you can lose your sight if the bleeding persists into the iris.
So I posted a prayer request on Facebook and rode my bike to the hospital.
Upon arrival, I observed the overcrowded waiting room, and asked the nurse how long
she thought my wait would be. Although, I braided my hair, brought a snack, a book
and some water, I wasn’t fixing to sit in the hospital waiting room for three or four hours.
Before noticing the problem, I was in the process of putting the finishing touches on
my last blog post and editing my new video,
“Tribute to A Women of Great Price.”
After the nurse mentioned my wait time I said, “I’ll be back.”
Prayed throughout the duration of my ride home and I felt better. I asked the Lord
to allow the exercise of riding my bike to be enough medication. It worked. I’m feeling
much better. Praise the Lord! Had a chance to check that Facebook post:


I’ll be adding each and every one of you to my permanent prayer list.
Thanks for being prayer warriors,
because like I said before…
I HATE HOSPITALS!!!
Something about brokenness that makes you realize just how blessed you truly are!
Brought to mind a parable we studied in class a few weeks ago,
“Parable of the Rich Fool” Luke 12:13-21.
The thing is, I walk by Patty Girl far too frequently. It’s time to do something about it and
get back to what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted by the hater that roams
about seeking whom he may devour.

The enemy has lost his ability to think rationally. You know, you have to be crazy,
anytime you go to God and ask Him if you can:
I'm glad the answer was (a Resounding, Thunderous, Clap Back):

“NO! NO! NO!”

Thanks for your prayers. Smooches! Love you all!

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#The90DayBible



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Sunday, May 13, 2018

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY: A Tribute To Women of Great Price


Happy Mother's Day to all the “Women of Great Price” who are faithfully devoted to God, family and country. First Lady Sister Pat created a course I took years ago. The course is literally called, “Women of Great Price.” I’d like to dedicate this post to Sis. Pat. Her ministries have had a very positive and profound impact on my life. I want to thank her for being a blessing to my family. Happy Mothers Day Sister Pat!

After joining Christian Stronghold Baptist Church, my mother landed a position at the church (wait a second, that doesn't sound right... anywho... my mother landed her position at the church before I joined). You could call her house looking for her, but 9 times out of 10 she was at the church, serving the Lord. 

I’m grateful for my mother and I even ask the Lord to give her some hugs and kisses for me from time to time. Even Einstein said, "Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another." It’s comforting to know that I will see her again someday.

If it weren’t for Sister Pat, I never would’ve realized how simple it was to become a published author. Years ago she mentioned that I should just type it all out and get it back to her so she could see if Pastor would help me get published. My smile was so big and my eyes were so wide as I grabbed my hair and said, “Really Sister Pat?”


https://www.facebook.com/Christian-Stronghold-Baptist-Church-167683316575746/
Since then, the One & Only True & Living has made me a published author and I can see myself flying all over the world helping others read and/or listen to the Bible from cover-to-cover (in any language) within a matter of weeks. That inspiration came from God, but the message was delivered by, yours truly, Sister Pat.

A while back, I showed Sister Pat some poetry, my notes and a few things I was working on. Since then, I created a calendar in Sister Pat’s honor. Although I still have to put the finishing touches on it, it will be ready for roll out in due season.

As most of you know. The plan was to go live and launch my website in my mothers honor today, but Youtube wants 24 hrs. to approve your channel before you can go live. That’s a bummer! Oh well, guess I'll just have to wait. 

In the meantime… my mother is the one who taught me my work ethic. She’s the one who knew I could do more, be better and live life more abundantly, sort of like Sister Pat. After all, they were friends and a few weeks before my mother passed away, we (Shawnie, Mom & I) were with Sister Pat on a Christian Women's Retreat. 

Thanks again Sister Pat. Being the First Lady of such a large congregation can’t always be easy, but great is thy faithfulness. Keep up the good work because you have set an amazing example of what it means to be a Women of Great Price!

Pssssssssst… what I like about her the most is that she’s no push over. What? She’s a fighter

http://www.christianstronghold.com
Sister Pat. & Husband, Our Pastor, Dr. Willie Richardson

May the Lord continue to bless her and her family. If you’re reading this post… please keep them prayed up and enjoy the rest of your Mother’s Day. Thanks!


 Christian Stronghold is a Bible believing, preaching, teaching, practicing church.


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Thursday, April 26, 2018

TODAY'S FREEBIE IN HONOR OF MOMMY


I'm aware that both publications say that you can give it away and then it says, you can't give it away. This is me telling you that you are free to share the freebies I'm giving away in honor of my mother. Please by all means, she would have wanted you to share. So share!

That being said, I'm still working on the strategy for my launch. This is so exciting and we're making a lot of progress. Don't wanna give away too many details just yet, but I'm absolutely elated at the mountains God is moving in my life.

Found some peace at the horse stable today. Such powerful beasts, but I find them to be a joyful source of relaxation. Someday I will have my own, but until then, volunteering to help the horsies get some exercise from time to time will have to suffice. 

I started writing this post back in 2012. The time has come to post it. I love Jill Scott and I knew from the moment I heard, "Hate On Me" for the first time that, it was going into rotation on my playlist. The instruments, her delivery, the passion, the lyrics... she ever so eloquently tells haters not to be mad. Don't hate, but this is my favorite Jill Scott performance. Enjoy...







Wednesday, April 25, 2018

WHAT DOES YOUR NAME MEAN?

My parents were hilarious, but I thank God for the good times and the bad. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger eh? Think your parents knew what they were doing when they gave you your name? If they knew what your name meant, that means they did it on purpose.

I’m named after my parents and I used to think, that was way cool. I’m the first. A love child that they tried for years to have, but when they fought, well, let’s just say in those days, they didn’t have the amber alert; however, there definitely would’ve been one issued for me when I was kidnapped by my own parent. Picture that -- how does that happen? In some ways it was a blessing and a curse.

I always knew what my first name meant. “Davida” is the Hebrew feminine form of “David” who was better known as, “The apple of Gods eye.” This prophesied royal boy grew up to be a great priestly king, who had a very profound relationship with the Lord and his lineage brought about Yeshua. 

The One & Only True & Living manifest himself in many ways, but through my name?
Yes! Definitely! Through my name, I have been redeemed and confirmed!

Well today, I deem it fit to post this article asking, "What does your name mean?"

This is really taking me out on so many different levels. One of my Christmas gifts as a seven year old girl was a toy sewing machine called, “Sew Perfect” and I decided to make some clothes for my Barbie doll. My mother called the seamstress in the family to teach me how to go about doing so. At some point, I decided I wanted to be a fashion designer.

Told my mom. Typical response, that can be your back up plan, but you are so smart that you should consider being a doctor or a lawyer. But Mom, I replied, I already know what I want to name my line of clothes. She said, “What?” I told her, “DaVida Marquise”

Of course my mother dug deeper and asked me, "Well what does that mean? Find out what that name means and I’ll take it into consideration." I found out what my first name means, and I found out Marquise was a form of a diamond cut which would be good for my logo. My Marquis diamond would be what the swan was to Gloria Vanderbilt.

Yeah, well Mom still wasn’t having it. That conversation took place between the ages of 7-8 yrs. old. I wound up in college for computers, only to find out, it wasn’t really computers, and then I changed my major to business. Which worked and served it’s intended purpose, but now I finally get to go back to school for what I want to go to school for. I want to go to school for fun. It was always so serious. 

We couldn’t even ride our bikes to elementary school. Not in urban areas or in the country. I guess our parents were cautious enough to believe that someone may like their child and their child’s bike more than they do. Folks that steal ya stuff, believe that they like ya stuff better than you do. Today we call that, “Stranger Danger!”

Life in the country was definitely different. We had to catch the school bus in the country. Too much gravel, road, land and farms, or so I thought at the time. I’m making this post because all of this is really just taking me out.

We used to have these brain exercise books called, “Adlibs.” Fill in a noun, a verb, an adverb, proposition, etc. After doing so you would find a funny story. Well today we have something called, “Goggle.”

Today’s brain exercises brought me to this place. Why did my parents name me? I know this is not just a question I ask alone. I bet the majority of you are wondering. In doing so, have you had the chance to ask any search engine what your name means?

Davida is the female famine form of David. David means, “Beloved.” My middle name is Renee, which means "Reborn". My name means:

“Beloved Reborn”



Through His name, I have been brought for a price, but I still have free will. That means I can still do as I deem fit.

Did I mention I was born on Memorial Day? Apparently, I interrupted the pick-a-nick basket in Memorial Park during the annual family Bar-B-Que!

Beloved, born again, on Memorial Day in Memorial Park...
Beloved, reborn, on Memorial Day!
Blessed, born again, on Memorial Day...
Blessed, reborn, on Memorial Day!



No matter how you look at it. My name was no mistake. Although I’ll get a new one, this one is absolutely, undeniably given to me by the Creator of heaven and earth. I couldn’t have done it better if I tried. 

Wow! That is absolutely fascinating. Let me know what you think in the comments. Have you had a chance to research the meaning of your name?

#namemeaning


Source: 4/17/2018 9:57:43 PM



HebrewדָּוִדModern DavidTiberian Dāwîḏ has the meaning of "beloved", from a root דּוֹד dôwd, which had an meaning of "to boil", but survives in Biblical Hebrew only in figurative usage "to love" and specifically a term for an uncle (father's brother).[1] In Christian tradition, the name was adopted as Syriacܕܘܝܕ‎ Dawid, Greek Δαυίδ, Latin Davidus. The Quranic spelling is دَاوُۥدDāwūd.


Renée is the female form of René, with the extra –e making it feminine according to French grammar.[1] The name Renée is the French form of the late Roman name Renatus and the meaning is reborn or born again. In medieval times, the meaning was associated with the Christian concept of being spiritually born again through baptism.[2]



Monday, May 1, 2017

SINCE I HAVE TO LIVE IN THE SECULAR WORLD...

If I'm not mistaken, she's the daughter of Bruce Willis and Demi More. Who knew? In al sincerity, she's to be expected. Her parents did a real bang up job at raising her. All musically inclined and ready for the world. OMG... she has a voice! Delivery, and stage presence. Who would've knew? There you have it...

Friday, April 21, 2017

Hezekiah Walker & L.F.C.-99 and A Half or Lottery

Hezekiah Walker & L.F.C.-99 and A Half said...
 Lord I'm runnin' cause, I wanna be in the numbers! Rodents with Lotto won't do, neither will 99 and a half.
Got to reach my goal. Got to keep on running... Praise Your Holy Name! 

Who needs to play the numbers, as opposed to being in the numbers?

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the lottery...