As a person who reads a thing or two sometimes, I was interested in finding what a woman found funny on a day at a laundromat. She turned to me suddenly and asks, "have you ever read this guy?"
I looked, and I told her no as I was not interested in receiving her message. I was closed. I was an atheist then as well. I didn't know who he was she was reading. But after she mentioned him, I continued to hear his name in books, mentioned almost everywhere in religious and spiritual circles.
She told me "Girl....you need to get a book, this person is amazing."
I nodded and told her yeah...okay.
She went on to read and laugh and enjoy the book, her energy was so positive, that because of that moment, I am writing about it now. This is the perfect opportunity to mention this on my blog.
Anyway, the day was hot, I did not want to be there, all I wanted was for my clothes to dry so I can go. I wasn't in the best mood, but just her vibes, it really made me think that she was crazy. Many years later, now I look back, I hope she stays as blessed in as many ways as possible and I know that she is very blessed.
What I didn't know at the time, was that she was a Common Angel, sent to me by the Holy Spirit of the LORD God. Jesus was knocking on my door then, in subtle manner. She is the perfect example of a Good Samaritan, because I don't know her name, and whenever I think of her, I see that she is a guide from the realms that walked the Earth. She is African American, a Black woman, though she can and most likely will shift. I have blessed over six hundred ports in the Antelope Valley Area of California physically, these are now portals, (blessed ports), as the Bermuda Triangle, and the North and South Pole Hemispheres depending on it's axis which the Equator of Earth divides, for Angels to come through and visit us, many of them are Good Samaritans. They visit from the realms of the Heavens, and usually, you do not know their mission until afterwards. Other blessed ports exists as well, around the world.
She was reading, and for the first time this is when I heard this name.
T. D Jakes.
Don't forget it. I didn't. And while we are at it, I want to mention Desmond Tutu. I will get around to buying their works from any of these gentlemen. I'm putting their names because you need to have it. My spiritual journey was something else, all our journeys have a life of their own, so even though I have none of the gentlemen's books above yet.......that was yet....
I do have others that have the same message.
I hope you have a wonderful summer. May you be blessed and the abundance you seek be your guiding light through Jesus Christ. That's how I found myself again. The lessons you learn along the way are as important as where you are at in your current position.
Go be blessed.
Is a Joke. Even though it may sound humorous I am very serious about this one. This is an important post for me to write. Let's begin.
A foot rub, a really good one can rejuvenate your nerves, your senses, it relaxes you and this is healthy. Foot rubs should not be done for more than three to five minutes in my opinion. If you can, you should do it at least three times a week. Be careful and as gentle as you can be with the insoles. It can even be done while meditating.
Besides my immediate family, there are some people outside of my family that I would give a foot rub to.
I'm speaking of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, a Palestinian Jew, and he is my family, he had his body anointed with spikenard by one woman, considered a precious oil, in Saint Matthew chapter 26:7 and Saint Mark 14:3. After her, I would have been next if I lived in that time. He would not have been able to escape me. I would rub his feet as well with reverence and humility all while pledging to him. That's what he deserves, he gave his life for me. If it wasn't for Jesus Christ, none of us would be able to commune with GOD.
I wouldn't have had to argue my place, because this woman who anointed him would let me help her. She is in the Bible because she is blessed by Jesus Christ, and I have my wish since I am also blessed by the Son of Man. Mary knew just how important it was to be blessed by Christ or she would die in her sins. She didn't care what people thought of her because she knew who he was and was not ashamed of him, and neither am I, and she knew what he could do for her. It would be both of us, giving the Messiah the best anointing. And since I wasn't there, only one woman got the honor of the anointment, yet Jesus Christ in turn anointed me in the spirit and I got something money, fame, price, nor precious gold cannot by. Through Jesus, I got the LORD God himself. This is self explanatory and vital. The LORD is so Holy, that I cannot wish myself in Mary's place, for my gift is also priceless.
The second person.
I would rub Queen Elizabeth ll's feet. Jesus Christ is the King of Earth, and his father the LORD God is KING of Kings of the Heavens and Earth, yet, Jesus Christ washed the feet of his disciples, he broke bread with them, and gave them his blood to drink as a meat offering and blessing so they can be anointed and saved.
I'd let her read or talk and reminisce about knights! and castles.
While rubbing her feet, I'd listen. I am sure she has a lot to say about life. There would have to be no one in the room, absolutely no one but me and her and if she desires to invite her Bishop. If she feels like confessing anything at all, I will take them and anoint her. She has my blessing.
Stiude - is for Students just for short and title ornaments.
It was like this. When I entered college, I had big dreams. That's how it is. I saw everything in a straight, perfect line. I was going to get everything from As to Bs, my professors are all going to like me.
At the start of my college years waaaay back whenever, I was going to be better. I wanted validation for something, motherhood maybe, womanhood, possibly.
All of the above? Well. I guess.
No one was going to tell me I couldn't do it.
And then life did happen. As it does for all of us. For my straight line, I now saw gaps I didn't expect to have to find a way to fill. I lost my way again and again, I was in the darkness about how aid worked. It just was not working out like I wanted. I was behind, in classes. Two years turned to threeeeee..... (Oh my). I was pretty sure when I heard about community college by the way....I read "two years college,"
That it would be actually a solid truly truly 2 (years).
It took me three probably.
Yes, that is how long it took me to finish Community College, three if you add the breaks I definitely needed. No one tells you that. I will. Now you know. I wasn't as fast as some who graduated on time. To complain about it stretching longer should not be an option for you if you really want to finish what you started.
I got stuck by math (but I learned), I got stuck by debt, I got stuck by Bio, just for the record....I'll explain this one briefly.
You see, at one point between atoms and whatever else, my professor told me I was failing. We battled that. Together. I passed. Maybe during those exams where she saw some of us were struggling, she knew that work was hard for me at the time.
She is a doctor, so she did it already. Anyway I passed. Don't ask me how. It was a miracle. With her help. Good. Onward.
What's personally indigenous to you? Is it art, music, writing, cooking, anything? everything? most things? nothing?
Like studying. That's something.
If you haven't added studying to your indigenous list, you should. We're all students of life. I can tell you that in college, no one is going to hand nothing to you. Also some professors will wait for you to have the audacity to give them shoddy work and then complain when they fail you. They already passed their stuff remember?
You are just not going to like all your professors and they are all not going to like you. I learned that one, almost asap.
If you're life line in school evaporated like mine did, and took me forever to fix meaning longer classes and the such, remember many of us have been there and still made it.
There's a name for us. But I'm not going to say it here, you have to figure that out. The name you get when you have finished, or title. That's another list you want to get on.
Have I failed classes?
You have no idea.
I mixed my education with raising my kids, (I had help from their dad too.) But as the main caretaker, I did raise my children and go to school and had a full-time job overnight. For a good while.
Did you hear that?
That means you students have no excuses.
Are you in between wondering if you should shift to online classes? I did both. There is no shame.
Briefly on that.
Don't be discouraged if you have to start somewhere and end somewhere else.
My traditional classes where I drove to school were full of excitement. I met great professors, had the rich feeling of having my school peers answer questions, debate in classes, disagree, agree to disagree, discuss stuff. Being there was hectic, but now I look back, I realize how lucky I am.
Being online to me, is the same way. Except you are on your own. Make no mistake, if you find a reputable online school you are comfortable with, just understand that everything is just mostly online, even teachers have to use online.
So either way you are going to learn something online. Professors are strict there as well, because there is no one to help you much, you are having to figure it out on your own. And if they see that you haven't formatted your work, they will fail you. They have to match it up with their own guidelines, which means match it up with another work, and find it wanting? or is it good enough to pass just like the work they are matching it up with? The same criteria that already passed elsewhere.
I have failed more classes online than I have in traditional classes. They have a quota they have to fill, and because they have to make up for not being in a traditional setting, the work can be a lot more difficult.
With that said, I loved my online classes too. I am honored to have done both and can talk about it.
There are several ways to pick a career.
1) You just pick one. And stick to it. No matter what.
2) You let one pick you, (as ministering picked me).
3) You do both, which is still picking one and letting one pick you.
4) You quit.
Surprisingly, that's still something. Don't beat up on yourself because its not for you. Its not for everyone and that's the truth.
5) Don't over address or over-use yourself too much.
College is supposed to be rewarding, not stressful, strike a balance somewhere.
6) Revisit your "Objective,"
I mean the reason you started. Why are you there? I wish I had revisited my objectives much more often. That's why I'm telling you. At the start of every school year or term, you need to figure out something........... Only you can decide what that is, and then you need to take one positive away from what you figured out no matter what it is.
I cannot explain 1-6 much more except in my terms. Only you can find your way like I had to. Like all the others who have been where you are at. I found that my objective was to learn, to study. That's not a career. An objective is more like a "point" you are making.
Did you learn anything at all from this post? Are you sure?
Are you interested in what I learned at all? I'm just going to tell you anyway.
I learned way too much and not enough.
My name is Tracy and welcome to my site and blog page. Thanks for stopping by. On this page I will try to catalogue some things or pivotal moments I feel have made me who I am. There may even be moments that are not so pivotal but more like a muse, a funny memory or otherwise. Be warned though, I may take things off, I may re-edit or remove things. If you happen to read something and it isn't here anymore, its because I am either re-editing, or getting ready to add something else. Also, some of the things I say on here may be understandable and some may not, and sometimes I may not blog or add anything for a while. It's okay with me if you don't understand me or what I write, I mean no ill will in my words or what I write so don't take it personal if it offends you that's just not my aim. My blog or this page is created for me, and for my fans or anyone who wants to come on here and read what I write.