Valentine’s Day Plan

I wonder if diseases get together and talk about humans. If they did, it’d be like…

Diabetes addresses the audience of pestilence, “Damn it! These humans are extremely resistant. Despite our combined efforts they continue to live and multiply! I need some fresh ideas now- Flu! What do you have for me?”

Flu responds, “What if we made this season’s flu vaccine 90% ineffective?”

Then Gonorrhea adds, “If Flu’s plan doesn’t work, Chlamydia and I have an idea for Valentine’s Day…”

*Rae

My Prejudice and Prayer

Recently I was confronted with the realization I am prejudiced against a certain class of individuals. Am I proud of it? No.

But the holiday season really pushes my fear front and center. It seems like everyone and their Momma is out shopping. That means more populated stores.

I’ll be in Publix minding my own business. Trying to decide what sushi plate to buy. Then there they are. You can tell the worst ones by their hair and kids.

I never judge a book by its cover.

Unless the book has a bob hairstyle, a kid on the dance team, just got back from a PTA meeting, and almost runs me over with their buggy.

People who walk in the store like they own the place. Completely cold to the welfare of others. With a frigid look that just yells, “I will choke you to death right here in this Publix if you come between me and my son’s peanut-free peanut butter.”

Or they give you an empty, dead inside glance as they buy cosmetics for a daughter that is one house party away from being on Teen Mom.

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It’s Not a Choice.

I typically avoid hot-button issues, mainly because I believe it’s an elaborate ploy by the devil to divide Christ’s people, but there’s one subject I am passionate about.

Now I know what it says in the Bible, but I know for a fact that some preferences in life are established at birth. My daughter, approximately 2, has demonstrated certain predispositions.

What I’m about to disclose may offend a few (or more) of my readers. But I’m willing to risk that…

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Stay in Control

So last night I prayed for humility. I knew it was a prayer that needed to be said because I prayed each word with a little bite.

Like my ego was saying, “I don’t need to be more humble. I’m perfect as I am and humility is for p-” and my spirit was like, “Shut the hell up, ego! I’m tryna keep us out of the eternal pit! *Clears throat* As I was saying Lord, help me to tame my arrogant ways.”

And, yes, I recognized the possibility that I may suffer from schizophrenia. But that’s irrelevant.

The point is, I’ve started telling myself, “no.” Yesterday I got home after work, ready to chow down on some lit sushi. But then I realized I wanted it too much. So I decided to fridge the food, shower, and straighten up a bit. Then ate.

Like a city whose walls are broken through is a person who lacks self-control. (Proverbs 25:28)

It’s pretty empowering to feel in control of your own behaviors. Spirit leading the body and not the other way around.

Stay in control,

*Rae

Reality Check, Mah Ninja

girl with a gun in a car

My cultural identity has evolved over the years. Growing up biracial in the South, I didn’t know whether to listen to Skynyrd or Pac. (So I chose both)

Being submerged in two distinct Southern cultures saturated with Christian teachings has its advantages and disadvantages.

Disadvantage: Making decisions without feeling socially ostracized by your either your white or black peers.

Example: When dealing with escalated confrontation from another party do I kick they ass? Bless their heart? Or turn the other cheek?

Advantage: Realizing you get the best of all worlds.

Example: When dealing with escalated confrontation from another party, I use a progressive strike system. Turn the other cheek, bless their heart, then kick they ass.

Yeah… Jesus puts in overtime with me. #workinprogress

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