Hey, hey, hey....decided to switch things up abit and make some much needed changes and life to my page....smile I hope the vibe is still the same and you enjoy ur stay here on the planet as well as ur visit with me.....ONE From one sista to another this is definitely for my sistas and you know how ya` are and who ya` are...smile let`s try building each other up instead of tearing each other down and up; especially for the affections, and approval of some man(brotha) who`s not even sure of what God has planned for his life....be blessed and never stressed......ONE holla if feel the need and if not know that we all are a part of God`s plan; find your piece to the puzzle and add it in there`s always room in His(God`s) puzzle; you never know there may be someone with the piece that matches(connets) to yours.....smile
Here's another piece of my puzzle ladies and gent's; hope u get the message as and feel the love.....ONE "Going Over His Head" She watched the glass now empty, badly in need of a refill. Her arms hung heavily by her sides; too weary from her constant revisiting of a task she longed for him to do. He too waited, accustomed to her frequent attendance. He saw no need to break a familiar pattern, though he knew it was his duty to refresh her, to fill her. She had done so well refreshing herself. He now had no memory of how to do the task, and he wondered why her eyes were so angry. Though her speech did not give her away, the distance he felt from her body when he reached to caress her, left unanswered questions in his mind; that he dared not utter afraid of the responsibility her answer might require on his part. And so he waited, waited for her to refill the glass, but instead she just stood there. With her arms dangling like leaden limbs looking up toward to the heavens, lips moving silently pouring out her soul, tears streaming down, until they overflowed the brim of the glass. And as she reached for it, the unthinkable occurred, the glass tipped over spilling its contents-----rolling, rolling, rolling out of her reach, landing at his feet. And she, still standing, not moving except to see if her prayers had been answered watched him bend to pick it up. Staring, as if at a foreign object. Finally a glint of recognition lighting his face; he revisited his call filling it with himself. He gave her the drink and she partook of his offering gratefully. Still looking toward heaven and then into his eyes, now filling with understanding, as the anger left hers making room for softness in her gaze. As her arms regained their strength no longer exhausted from carrying both their loads; with one arm free, she was now free to embrace him; truly her glass was FULL......... so if you get it respond; if you like it respond; hey even if you don't have a comment you can still respond; all commentors as well as critics(lol)are welcome besides they only push you towards ur destiny....so thank u in advance....smile. So ladies let's stop complaining about our brothas and what they're not doing.....ummmm could it be that we don't allow or even try to positively influence them to be all they can be? Ask ur'self and be real with ur'self if u want to free ur'self. And my beautiful Awesome brothas---even though she may look like a superwoman believe me she's not; we still enjoy and like as well as appreciate a loving-helpful strong brotha in our life(well I do). God created u for a reason and a calling so let's help each other as much as we can to press for that true higher calling and fulfill who we really are....much LOVE....Ur sista
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Yolanda Adams - Never Give Up
