Call Me an American

Today while reading The Daily Prompt Ripped from the Headlines, I came across a post that I found interesting and disturbing.

The article they used was from Mad World News about “White Woman Caught In Vulnerable Moment, Black Guy Rolled Up & Took Over”

Maybe I’m knit picking but these things caught my attention.

The person who wrote the post says ‘Paints a different picture than most of today’s articles about the interaction of white people and people of African descent’.

The next paragraph the guy was called ‘The colored gentleman’, that did not hurt these women in any way, he went out of his way to make sure they would be safe during their travels! Now the gentleman has gone from being a person of African descent to a colored gentleman who didn’t hurt the white women but surprisingly helped them. Apparently the blogger doesn’t know how to address the nice gentleman or Black, African-American, Colored, African decent.

Why was the writer surprised that all of us aren’t criminals and want to hurt white people. It would be nice not to be lumped together—the good, bad, whatever.

I’m going to speak about how I feel about all these different names, I am an American born in America. I didn’t come from Africa or any other country but my ancestors did—African and White. As far as I know Native Americans are the original people of this land.

I am not black. The last time I looked down at my skin it was brown. An African-American is not necessarily a person with brown skin. The person can have white skin. I’m not colored either. Pick a crayon if you want colored.

It seems no one knows what to call us.

Just call me an American

X is for X-ray

I was walking down the hall to my bedroom earlier this month. I heard a noise behind me.

I heard a raspy breathing sound with every step I took. When I stopped walking the breathing sound stopped. I thought I was in a horror movie and the creature was about to take me out.

As I took another step I realized that raspy breathing was coming from me. It became funny once the fear left. My starring role in the horror movie was over before it started.

Every inch of my face hurt along with both ears aching. The muscles in my neck and chest got a workout because with every breath I coughed, coughed and coughed some more.

Another fear set in. I thought I might have pneumonia-never had that before. I made a trip to the doctor to get an x-ray. The doctor didn’t give me the x-ray I went for because the diagnosis was a sinus infection and bronchitis.

It didn’t end there. The medicine was complete but the rattling cough remained. Back to the doctor I went. This time an x-ray was taken.

The x-ray showed no signs of pneumonia and all was clear. Yeah me.

I’m well on the road to recover. The x-ray gave me a peace of mind.

Winning at the Unknown

This week I crossed a milestone in my writing.

I’ve written five pages of a story. For some reason I thought I couldn’t write anything longer than three-fourths of a page–my blog or a poem.

I’ve been attending a writers group for over two years and now have my own group. I have two conferences and many workshops under my belt. Everyone was writing books except me. I didn’t believe I could write anything of that magnitude and surely couldn’t write fiction.

Another conference is coming up next month with a different platform. This year there will be workshops where accomplished writers help with your writing skills through something you’ve written.

That posed a problem for me. I had nothing–what would I do.

I was flipping through my tablet and came across something I’d written. It was notes that could become a story or even a book. With that in my hand I was still unsure if I could complete the task. I don’t recall writing the notes–it is my handwriting. I guess I did.

I spent a couple of weeks encouraging myself and writing tidbits The Lord was giving me.

This week became the week to do it. I sat at my dining table. I played a few games and checked my Facebook. Then I took a leap into a task that seemed bigger than life. After a few minutes I was on a roll. I wrote the five pages I needed. If it hadn’t been 1:30 am I would have written more pages.

I don’t know what an experienced writer will say about it but I’ve jumped a major hurdle and am pleased with myself. I will finish my story/book whether it’s publishable or not.

What task have you tackled that you never thought you could?

I Release You

I wrote this one day when I was fed up with being held captive by something that had no right or authority over me-fear. I declared that day I will no longer be held in bondage and I was breaking free to be who I was born to be. Today I face any fear that tries to rear its ugly head. I overcome it.

You’ve been with me a long time

Right by my side

Everywhere I go

You cling to me like there’s no tomorrow.

Today I release you

Time to part company

You’re no long my crutch

I will not receive the lies you’ve been feeding me

No longer do I need you to be a part of me

I release you.

Recognize there’s something new about me

I found out today that I could be set free

From the tricks and lies you’ve been handing me

That had me thinking I couldn’t be

All that was prophesied to me

I release you.

My eyes fell upon the Word

That went straight to my heart

It did major surgery

And ripped us apart

It set me free

To be who I’m suppose to be

Today I release you

You have to go

Leave my presence

Don’t come back no more

I will not take you back I’m staying on track

To be who I’m suppose to be

I release you.

Fear

Fear is False Evidence Appearing Real

The voice of fear has no proof you can’t do what you are trying to do. Fear is a spirit. It’s trying to set up roadblocks that look so big that just maybe you’ll give in. When the lie is magnified and you see no way past your nose, you can look again.

Look at the end of the journey and see yourself there. Break up what it takes to get there into segments. It’s like eating an apple—one bite at a time.

Evaluate the completion of each segment. Make adjustments if necessary and move on in the next segment until you’ve completed the journey.

The best weapon against fear is the Word of God. God did not give us a spirit of fear; but of power, love and a sound mind.

Everything we need to turn our dreams into reality is waiting for us to start moving forward. As we move forward down the path that is laid out for us our needs will be supplied

At the end we see is our dreams are no longer dreams but reality.

Do you have something you need to do? Is fear preventing you?