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Remove Your Question Mark


Preacher Man

Preacher Man (Photo credit: hey mr glen)

I was watching Joel Osteen one day (by mistake) and he said, “Don’t put a question mark where God has already put a period.” Wow.

That was about a month ago. One of the few things that I can manage to remember in my cloudy head. Can’t remember doctor appointments. Can’t remember a conversation I had last week. Can’t remember what I was doing a minute ago, but that I remembered.

So what did he mean by that you ask? Don’t question God about something that God has already laid the law down about. (Essentially that’s what he meant.) So don’t try to figure out why the tornado took your house and not your neighbors. After all he’s the one that cheats on his wife. Or don’t try to figure out why that newborn was tossed in the dumpster. (Because you desperately want kids and can’t have them.)

And don’t try to make sense of people strapping bombs to their chest or flying planes into a building just because they think their God is better than your God. Senseless. It’s all senseless. But you can never move on from the hurt and pain if you try to put that question mark there.

It is what it is. It’s meant to be….I guess. So here we all are…on the road to nowhere. Or should I say somewhere. But God has a purpose for us all. We all have jobs to fulfill, however long we are here.

The Road to Somewhere

Stay on the path. Don’t lose focus.

We all have a commonality. We want to be loved. We want to love someone. We want to be taken seriously. We want respect. (Even if we don’t give it.) We want to do something that people will remember us by. We want to leave our marks on this world.

Life is like that. It’s a road that we travel not knowing our destination. Not knowing who we will meet along the way. Not knowing who will travel the entire distance with us. Not knowing what’s around the corner. When God puts a period on part of your travels down the road, just know that there is something important in store for you further down. You just can’t see it yet. God Bless us All.

Writer’s Cramp


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A depressed day

Never thought I’d be saying I had this. God knows there’s probably a million things to write about. How my kids drive me crazy. How my fiancée drives me crazy. How I’m tired of being in pain. How my back hurts and my hands hurt.

Trying to keep my website afloat. Write for this blog, post on another. No one told me how hard this would be. Only three followers? Really? Am I that much of a horrible writer or is it my content? Am I not promoting myself enough among the MILLIONS of other blogs out there in cyberspace?

I tried to share a personal story with the world about my son Lakota  and I barely had 200 people read it. I swear I think I’m bipolar because my mind is constantly racing about what to write next, should I have written something different, why can’t I get noticed? Watch out depression, I am slowly crawling back to you.

I can’t do that. I can’t let it steal me away again. I love to write, so I will write. No matter who reads it. Maybe I’ll be like most famous people and only get noticed after I’m dead and gone. Fifty years from now, people will say, “Wow, she was a great writer, too bad she’s gone.” I will turn over in my grave and say, “Finally!” Too late for a party then, I suppose.

Oh well, I guess I just have to keep trying at it. I’ll get an inspiration soon. I’ll write about it and people will be in masses to read it. For now, I guess I’ll just settle on my current following. Because these are the people who will grow with me and I with them. When I become a famous, accomplished writer, I will say” thanks to these people”, I am able to share my success! We will sing and dance and brainstorm together. We will write together and our writings will be studied by our grandchildren’s children. Because the written word is better than the spoken word.

I want to share some articles with you. It’s time to take a break and watch some move clips: Dancing! The best dance scenes I could find in movies. I had to make it a series because there’s so many good ones. Let me know what you think. I really do enjoy (need) your comments. They motivate me and inspire me to….write.

Best Dance Scenes from movies – Pt. 1

Best Dance Scenes from movies – Pt. 2

I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed putting them together.

Thanks for reading and following…God Bless!

 

 

How Depression Robs Your Life


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It was only a few months ago that I was “officially” diagnosed with depressive disorder (and anxiety disorder), something that I think I had for a while. Hearing someone say you have it doesn’t make the curtain close or make doves fly. It’s not the end of the show. If anything, the second act is just starting…

Sure everybody gets depressed, it is a normal part of life. You lose someone you love, you lose your job, you had a fight with a spouse or friend. It happens. What isn’t normal is when depression hangs around. It makes you not want to get out of bed. It makes your head hurt. You get angry for no reason and you’re just…there.

Oh, I’ve heard it all: “snap out of it” , “there’s nothing wrong with you”, “just fight it”. Really? Just fight it? And how do you propose I do that? Show where the button is to turn this crap off and I will gladly push it. Pray it away? And you don’t think I’ve already tried that?

Thanks, depression, for leaving me like a woman who has been violated and doesn’t know who the predator was. Thanks for making me look like a fool in front of everyone who knows me because I don’t “look” sick. Thanks for making me not enjoy life and all the things that come with it. Thanks for leaving me in almost constant pain everyday like I have the flu that won’t go away. Thanks for the headaches, for crying for no reason, the memory loss, the lack of concentration….what was I saying?

You can keep your mood swings and stomach cramps. I don’t want the feelings of loneliness you’re pushing off on me. And the suicide thoughts are so yesterday. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t you let me sleep at night and smile during the day? You have robbed me. Robbed me of my very life. You came like a thief in the night and returned everyday. Each day stealing a little more of me. But you don’t know me. I am telling people about you. They will be vigilant and watch for you. I have told them your name and what you are about. Teachers and parents; even doctors and nurses are taking note and spreading the word. Together we are fighting you. Eventually, we will be able to catch you before you have gotten away with too much.

I know you will never truly go away, you’re like the slow buzz creeping up on me from a sip of wine or liquor. But know that I will always try to fight you when I can. With support groups and Lexapro and suicide hotlines and continuing to write. I will fight you by helping others and sharing their pain. No longer will they have to feel alone. We will all fight you and someday win.

Until then, you can go straight to hell.

Why Aren’t You Making Money? Write, Already!


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If you are blogging, participating in a forum or discussion, are a parent with experience raising kids, are the person everyone goes to in your family to cook or are the computer guru of the family….why aren’t you making any money doing what you ALREADY DO?

Can you write? Do you write poems, recipes, short stories, do historical research, comedy, parenting tips? Then you can make money. Yes, you can. Will you become a millionaire tomorrow? Not likely, but you CAN get SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME to help you on those months you are short.

Have you bought the new iPhone or Kindle? Don’t see any reviews about your favorite restaurant? You can WRITE about it!

I’m disabled and can no longer work, but I can write about things that interest me, interest you, make you smile, make you angry, make you cry. No I don’t have a degree in journalism. But I do have life experiences…and so do you. Why not try your hand at writing?

Check out places like eLance, Blogger, WordPress, HubPages, Freelancer, Constant Content, Squidoo and many others. You can do a search for freelance writing and do your thing!

There are soooo many places you can go and start writing TODAY for FREE and start getting the help you need. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the US, UK, Asia, Africa you can do this!

Don’t think you write well? There are many tutorials and aids to help you, plus whatever writing community you join will show you feedback from your readers when you leave comments. Get yourself noticed by adding yourself to Twitter and Facebook as well as Linked in and the many other social networks that are out there. Come out of your dark place and go into the sun. Get what you deserve!

I can’t wait to read what you wrote…so be sure and drop me a line when you do, so I can support you! Support me by telling them Stayingalivemoma sent you! If you like what you read here and found it useful then please, Like me on Facebook and tweet me on Twitter! You can also stop by my website for more ways to make money online at www.myhappysun.com.

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Privileged? (via Sown in Tears reap in Joy)


Everyone should read this and learn!

Privileged? Yesterday in class my teacher had our class to go on a privilege walk… on this walk we all lined up shoulder to shoulder from left to right and she began by asking a series of questions like if you were born in the U.S. take a step forward, if you have health insurance take a step forward, if you think your culture or religion is negatively portrayed by mass media take a step back etc… she asked a total of 20 questions so that by the end you … Read More

via Sown in Tears reap in Joy

Evicted: 101 year old woman thrown out in the street


What kind of world are we in where someone would actually put a 101 year old woman out on the street? Hearing this makes me cringe. Watching the video makes me cry. Literally, it made me cry. You can watch the video here:

(I must warn you and let you know that it is a little unsettling watching the woman)

http://www.wxyz.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=10783

We really need to find ways to pull together. This world is going to hell in a handbasket. We need prayer people, we need people to pull together and find ways to actually help, not just talk about it. Let me know what you think. And if you need help with rent, diapers, food, utilities, read my article. It has great tips and links that REALLY CAN HELP YOU.

As for those people who actually carried her things out and put them on the street, I know you were just doing your job, but shame on you. I’ve always thought that you job reflects the type of person you are; or at least it should. Had it been me, I probably would have been out of a job because I have a conscience.

I have nothing but deep admiration for anyone that has been blessed enough to live that long. She is a wealth of history of trials and tribulations and perseverance. If you know someone who is elderly in your neighborhood, stop and ask them how they are doing. Ask them if they need anything. Strike up a conversation. Cook them a meal. Give them a ride. They are everyone’s history and they deserve so much more than what we give them.

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