The Real Enemy

I’m sure we can all agree, this has been a challenging week.  As I was preparing to write this post, I thought about an episode of The Twilight Zone called The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street.  Have you seen that one?  It’s the one where there’s a power outage in a neighborhood and the residents think aliens disguised as humans are the cause.  Eventually the residents became hysterical and confused until someone died.  At the end of the episode, the power was restored and the aliens, who were watching from a nearby hilltop, concluded that the easiest way to conquer the planet was to let people destroy themselves.

I was saddened by some of the posts on Facebook today because it seems people were more interested in choosing a side rather than caring for one another.  I wish we would take the time to understand each other instead of defending ourselves.  I wish we would listen in order to understand instead of listening to form our response.  Everything that’s going on is bad!  We have to remember Satan is the real enemy of this world.  He comes to steal, kill, and destroy.  He would love to provoke more violence and hate, but the only way he can do it, is if we allow him. We have to focus on God!!

Proverbs 3:5.6  Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.

Praying for peace for our country and the families of Brent Thompson, Patrick Zamarripa, Michael Krol, Michael Smith, Lorne Ahrens, Philando Castile, and Alton Sterling.

Just blogging it out . . .Have a safe weekend.







I Will Trust God

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!   Trust in the Lord always, for the Lord God is the eternal Rock. (Isaiah 26:3,4)

Despite all the chaos and confusion going on around us, God is in control.  I know my way of thinking may be a bit punkish to some.  After all, innocent people are dying everyday including police officers. Well, I don’t know what else to do.  Do you?  God has never let me down and I know He is bigger than any problem.

My heart goes out to the Sterling family, the Castile family, and all of the police officers who were wounded and killed in Dallas and their families.  Killing police officers is not the answer.

Just blogging it out . . .Oh and please pray for one another!

Not My Usual

I’m not one to write about race issues, but that doesn’t mean I’m not affected by what’s going on in the world. I have a deep relationship with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, which gives me the strength to move on no matter what. I usually share my opinion with the people who are closest to me and I steer clear from social media arguments. If I disagree with something, I just move on because we are all entitled to our opinion.

My silence may give one the impression that perhaps I’ve never experienced racism or if I have, it’s a thing of the past. The truth is, I have experienced racism more often than I care to speak or think about. I think the first time I noticed racism was when I was 8 or 9 years old. My brother and sister were in a car accident one bitter cold December night in Calumet City, Illinois. Back then, Calumet City was predominately white and so were all the police officers at the police station. After waiting for hours, I had to go to the restroom. When I asked where the restroom was, I was told they didn’t have one that I could use even though the white little girl, who was also waiting in the lobby with her family, was escorted to the restroom a few minutes earlier. Unfortunately, I had to use the restroom outside in the bitter cold. I’ve been called the “n” word several times while driving through Orland Park, Illinois where I worked for about five years before moving to California. Oh and one time my sister and I were standing in line at Jewel. (A grocery store in Illinois, but I can’t remember the city.) This lady called us the “n” word because she thought we cut a head of her in line. She didn’t realize the line curved.

I think one of my craziest experiences happened with Tara, a coworker. We worked at a department store called Carson Pirie Scott in Orland Park, IL. During our break, we went to Buy the Weigh candy store. As we walked by the nuts, she laughed and yelled, “N______ Toes!” She told me that was what her father called Brazil nuts. She continued giggling as I told her how offensive it was.

Recently, my husband and I went to the Staples in our area. The Sharpie Marker display clearly had the “n” word written in huge letters on it. I politely told one of the workers. Surprisingly, she knew it was there and it had been there for a while. Why did I have to say something before it was removed?  I’ve been accused of stealing, cheating, and even violent for merely pointing out an injustice.

I’ll stop there even though I can go on and on.  Don’t get me wrong, I know everything isn’t about race.  But please understand that because of the color of my skin, I’ve been treated unfairly and I KNOW IT!! What’s my point? I saw this on FB today:

black lives matter

As a follower of Christ, I know all lives matter.  As a black person who has experienced racism first hand, I also know screaming “all lives matter” in situations where it’s important to face the injustice that’s happening to a group of people is a huge slap in the faces of the people in that group and several gigantic steps backward in society.  No I don’t believe all cops are bad or all white people are racists.  That’s patently absurd.  I think it’s just as absurd to believe we are all treated equally.

I will continue to pray for our society and keep focusing on the Lord.  Here’s another meme I saw on FB:

all lives matter

Just blogging it out . . . Oh and if you’re approached by the police, don’t resist.  Your life matters!!!  😦  #tellyourownstory

P.S. I realize not resisting doesn’t always keep you safe.





And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. (Mark 12:30)

I’m not exempt . . .

I’m just blogging it out . . . Oh and Happy Tuesday Night!! 😀



What Would You Do?

Happy 1st of July!! 😀  This will be another busy month for me. Writer’s camp started today and my goal is to complete 25,000 words of book 3.  Before I start book 3, I have to finish book 2. 😀 I’m looking forward to the challenge.

An interesting situation happened today. As John Quiñones would say:  What would you do?

Here’s what happened:

I was approached by a teenager who was holding a sheet of paper in a plastic sleeve as I was walking into the grocery store.  He delivered his spiel quickly as he waved the poorly copied paper in my face.  He asked for a donation to help him purchase his basketball uniform.  Right away, I felt this kid was running a scam because the paper he was holding was not legible so I asked him questions.

Me:  Do you have a card or flyer with your school’s info? I’d like to give online.

Him: Ah no. See we had a table set up out here yesterday. We gave out all the flyers. Since I didn’t raise all the money, my coach told me to come back today.

Me: Oh, so your coach is here?

Him: Ah yeah.

Me:  Where is he?

Him: (Looks out into the parking lot.)  Ah, he’s driving around.

Me:  Okay, maybe he can give me the website address so I can give online.

Him:  Oh ah, we took the info off of the website already.

Me:  Sorry, I don’t feel comfortable giving you money.

He rolled his eyes then backed away from me.

I considered telling the store manager, but I wasn’t 100% sure it was a scam.  I mean, what if I were wrong?  I’m sure there’s a special place in Hell for people who wrongly accuse children of fraud. LOL  I jest.  🙂  But you know what I mean.  I said to myself, better safe than sorry. No biggie, right?  WRONG!!! As I was leaving the store, I saw an elderly lady giving the kid money. UGH!!!! He slipped the money in his pocket then backed away quickly when he saw me walking out. I considered telling the elderly woman to be careful with whom she gives money, but I didn’t. 😦

WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?!? Things didn’t add up.  I don’t have children, but it seems a bit unprofessional for a school’s athletic program to make the team raise money on the street.  Usually if there’s a fundraiser, there’s a banner with the school’s info and a table involved.  The kid said the information was taken off the school’s website already.  Really?  And his “coach” was driving around the parking lot.  Not to mention, how shady it is to put fundraiser money in your pocket.

red flag

What would you have done in that situation?

Just blogging it out . . . Oh and Happy Friday Night!!  😀