Vietta P's Two Cents Worth

A Personal Conflict that Birth A Blessing.

2011-03-18T05:50:00.003-05:00

Hello Bloggerville USA!! A Shot out to all my blog kids especially. It's been a minuet since I have been on here to address anything that is on my mind. I threatened to vent a few things a few weeks ago but didn't show up.

I hope all is well and 2011 has proven to be a blessed year so far. Being happy, healthy and wise. I have had trouble with all three. I've been sightly depressed, been in the hospital and handled an issue I knew was the correct way to handle it, but my pride stepped in the way and it's still hindering progress by back tracking and start over but differently than the last time.

My new year's resolution has been the same one every year. To become closer and spend quality time with my family members. I need to do better with my parents and brother. It's not working out all that well. Around April/May of last year I was offended by someone after I thought I was defussing a situation but instead was viciously attacked which was very painful for me. It had been over 10 years since I displayed such an outward appearance of being in that much pain.

After I came up for air I took inventory on some hard facts. I realized that I had been using far to much energy going through the motions of "liking" some folks that are positioned real close to my inner circle. An incident around April 2010 forced me to admit, that I didn't REALLY "like" them at all. Not even a little bit. The main thing that upset me about the conclusion was, after the truth was discovered and the light bulb came on, I felt guilty about it. Another thing about it was I had given of myself, material things, time, and a LOT of energy for absolutely no benefits in return. The kind of benefits that money can't buy. Instead I'm used, disregarded, and taken for granted, ignored (unless there is a need I can provide). When folks get that kind of busy, you are WAY to busy. I love everyone as we are commanded to. I will never raise my hand to hurt my brother or sister. I will continue to pray for them and love them in the Lord. But Like?? NO.

The blessing I've received is gaining a loving, giving inner circle of Godly women that I have grown to love overwhelmingly so. We are discrete, good listeners. and share God in all we do. I look forward to hearing from them, about their projects, families, jobs, shopping bargains and just having a chat sitting in my family room here at my home or at the ice cream parlor. God is SO faithful. He gives you what you need when you need it and I'm grateful. Although I don't have a biological daughter God gave me one far better. She's the only family member other than my husband I "selected" myself. Not a relationship that was born to me as a family member, or brought to me by marriage. I Picked this one. Not because of what she brings to me, although it is emotionally healing for me, but because I can shower love upon her and her appreciation for the little things makes my heart sing and it takes my breath away. Thank you God!

I am resigned to do what I heard a senior, seasoned and wise preacher preached in our revival we had one year in the late 80's " Dr Robert L Sanders of Fort Worth, Texas says to "Invest in those, who invest in you" I am being about doing just that.

We DO reap what we sow. The good and the bad. Some of my harvest has been disappointing. Not all was lost. Keep me in your prayers! Love yall

Hope to hear from you all soon. Love to you all!

A Southern Woman with Issues who Can't do HELL!!

2010-08-19T23:03:00.021-05:00

It's been a while since I have blogged. I hope and pray that my Blog Family are all doing well. By what I have seen by viewing the dates of you all's last entry, it's been a while for you as well. I'm glad to be here to address you by giving my hellos and best wishes for your birthdays, graduations, and every high point of your lives. Then again, if there has been tragedies, I pray that it has proven to be a blessing in the midst thereof. I will always remember a Sunday school lesson of my youth, "God speaks through Tragedies" I couldn't understand it's truest lesson within until I experienced it for myself. I found that God is faithful to never leave us alone and that He knows how much we can bear.

The 2010 summer months have proven to be my hardest summer to bear in many years. I have reached the age of having hormonal issues which brings about vicious HOT Flashes. That coupled with our South Texas temperatures, I have been simply miserable. LITERALLY!! I cannot hardly wait for my favorite season of the year....FALL.

Here's the thing to make you REALLY feel sorry for me. On top of all of the above, our home air conditioning system has been completely down for two weeks. I'm grateful that the cost of replacement is covered by our insurance....GREAT!! But, we keep getting the run around as to why they are dragging their feet getting our new system installed. Our patience is wearing thin. You can imagine how a hormonal woman can be in this heat. Patience?? Not Much Left!!

We did use a little wisdom by purchasing a small unit for our bedroom. It is a wonderful refuge. You can only last so long in this kind of heat in the rest of the house tending to immediate needs. We have been able to sleep well. One good thing about all of this, we haven't spent this much time together in one spot in a long time.

I would hear folks say all the time during the summer, "this kind of heat reminds me of where I DON'T want to go when I die" and I would cordially agree. FOR REAL.....This summer I found out for SURE, that with this heat....I CAN'T DO HELL!!!!

Yall pray for this Southern Woman with issues, Lol!

Love you

"Where is THAT in the Bible"???

2010-01-04T23:19:00.008-06:00

Well, its certainly been a long time since I put in my two cents worth about ANYTHING on the blog. I hope and pray everyone is doing fine and had a wonderfully blessed holiday season. We had a great time celebrating the reason for the season and the relationship of family time together.

I am somewhat excited about something. I came across a book that is entitled by the same words I would quote when trying to verify or validate any subject that may have to have some biblical reference..."Where is it found in the Bible"? Lol. I can't remember every discussion that I have had over the years and the specifics, but I do remember on several occasions falling into a debate about homosexuality, women preachers, abortion, head of houshold and woman not having dominion over a man, why did women have to cover their heads in the temple, why Priest don't marry, etc. It's funny because I found this interesting material in a Dollar General store. All 578 pages that Ken Anderson researched and compiled is filled with over 3,700 contemporary topics and what the bible says about it. From A to Z, from "abuse & academics" to "zodiac & zoology it's in this book. Right smack in the middle is "manipulate, manpower and marching". WHERE IS THAT IN THE BIBLE????

I thought it interesting, (since I am the wife of a clergyman) the topics that was listed under the subject of Elder/clergy. Which by the way had 10 times more scripture references than that of Salvation and Jesus Christ put together. To stimulate your curiousity further, I will list some of the topics below and the scripture references. Maybe one will capture your attention.

Born of clergy stock, Exodus 2:1-2 (AB)

Seven-day ordination, Exodus 29:35

No marriage to divorcees, prostitutes, Leviticus 21:7

Holiness by occupation, Leviticus 21:8

High quaility lives for clergymen, Leviticus 21:17-23

Speaking by divine authority, Leviticus 23:1-2, 9-10, 23-24

Military exemption, Numbers 1:47-49

Wishing all could be prophets, Numbers 11:29

Stoning leaders, Numbers 14:1-11

Responsibility for sin, Numbers 18:1 (Berk)

Priests owned no property, Numbers 18:20

Speaking what the Lord commands, Numbers 23:11-12

Concerned pastor's compassionate prayer, Deuteronomy 9:25-29

Clergy twofold responsibility, Deuteronomy 10:8-9

Clergy decision not court of law, Deuteronomy 17:8-9

New clergy's earnestness, Deuteronomy 18:6-7

Detecting false prophet, Deuteronomy 18:21-22

People without spiritual guidance, Judges 2:18-19

Unique calling, circumstances, Judges 17:7-13

Hired priest, Judges 18:4 (see 5-26)

Priest who worshiped idols, Judges 18:30-31

Evil sons as priests, I Samuel 2:12-17, 22-25

Layman posing as prophet, I Samuel 13:8-14

Lost influence, I Samuel 15:11

Refusal to turn against clergy, I Samuel 22:16-17

Unqualified for priesthood, I Kings 12:31

Anyone could be priest, I Kings 13:33

Prophet named troublemaker, I Kings 18:16-18

Priest's role in government, 2 Kings 12:1-2 (GNB)

Priest consulted prophetess, 2 Kings 22:14

Trustworthy Priest, 2 Chronicles 35:2

Priest in short supply, 2 Chronicles 29:34

Mocking preacher, 2 Chronicles 36:16

Clergy wives, Ezra 9:1-2

Priest married to unbelievers, Ezra 10:18-44

Clergy, manual labor, Nehemiah 3:1-2

Priest support themselves, Nehemiah 13:10-11

Priest's office defiled, Nehemiah 13:29

Shepherd angry at sheep, Psalm 74:1

People request pleasant sermons, Isaiah 30:10

Touch no unclean thing, Isaiah 52:11

Priest rule by their own authority, Jeremiah 5:31

Depraved clergy, Jeremiah 8:10

Strong preaching ridiculed, Jeremiah 17:15 (LB)

Courage to minister under any circumstances, Ezekiel 2:6-7

Women preachers, Ezekiel 13:17 (CEV)

Priest two functions, Ezekiel 40:44-46

Priest commit shameful crimes, Hosea 6:9

Degraded clergy, Hosea 9:7

People without shepherd, Matthew 9:36

Successful preaching, Acts 14:21

There are more than 100 more topics listed under Elder/Clergy. I hope I did not bore you with my facination of this little book. If there is a subject that you wonder if it is listed among these, please comment. I look forward to hearing from you about my literature find.

Note: The Meaning within ( ? )

Amplified Bible (AB), Berkeley Version (BERK), Good News Bible (GNB), Living Bible (LB), Contemporary English Version (CEV).

Until next time, Be Blessed.

vlp

"Happy Birthday Kraig"

2009-08-14T00:06:00.026-05:00

Reverend Kraig Lowell Pullam

On August 13th, 31 years ago on a Sunday night around 11:20 p.m. I was placed in a wheelchair and taken to the labor unit at Spohn Hospital in Corpus Christi, Texas. I was accompanied by my husband William and my mother-in-law, Arlena. My husband had just started a brand new job with the IBM Corporation, so I sent him home to go back to sleep, so he could go in to work the next day THEN come to the hospital to be with me. This left me alone with my mother-in-law sitting quietly in a dimly lite room. I was in terrific pain. My Mother-in-law couldn't stand to watch. After about an hour, she went to sit in the waiting room. This left my baby and I all alone trying to get the job done. In the 70's you wouldn't know what gender your baby would be until after the birth of the child. Unless the doctor order a test for a particular reason or for high risk issues, you would remain in suspense, hoping and wishing for your preference. I would lay there between each contraction rubbing my belly, talking gently to my anticipated little girl. We already had two sons, and my husband (having had no sisters) desperately wanted a baby girl. All through the pregnancy, I hoped for a girl for his sake.

Off and on during my first two hours there, my nurse would come in to do a physical examination. Being that I was an employee of this same facility, I knew that this wasn't normal procedure at this stage in labor. I became alarmed and started asking pertinent questions. After the staff finally came to the conclusion they couldn't put one over on "one of their own", they decided to tell me their's and my doctor's concern. Being that my baby girl was two weeks early, she had not yet turned completely, and settled into the birth canal. They were trying to assess whether to take me to surgery to do a C section and/or halt my contractions. Before that determination, I asked to have a little more time because I didn't want to have a C section. After turning me on my right side for 45 minuets, the next exam resulted in my baby being in the right position, but it would take time, pain and a lot of pushing to settle her down far enough to be born naturally.

Three hours after that, around 6:30 a.m. My baby's father walked into the room and I was SO glad to see him. He had called his Supervisor and told him, his wife was in labor and wouldn't be in. My Mother-in-law wasn't seen again after she left the room earlier, and had returned home once William had arrived. Shortly after his arrival it was time to PUSH. My back was hurting and seems like every place else was out of joint. I got angry when my husband wasn't saying anything to help me. When he did say something, it was the WRONG thing, so I wanted him to shut up. After telling him hundreds of times that this was all his fault, and a few other kind words, it was time to wheel me into the delivery room. For some reason during that time, this particular hospital would not allow the father to join in the delivery room. So, he kissed my forehead and said he loved me, and walked down to the father's waiting area.

Before they knocked me out under general anesthesia, I was again upset when a doctor came in all dressed in OR attire and I found out that he wasn't MY doctor. It was another doctor taking the calls of my doctor while he was out of town for the weekend. It was a physician I was use to working with all the time, but for some reason didn't get along with very well. I was in smothering pain, so I didn't take much time to care about that. GIVE ME DRUGS PLEASE! NOW!!! Then on to some serious pushing....

As I was coming out of my deep sleep, I heard the sweet voice of my little baby girl, crying at the top of her voice. Then I heard voices of the doctor and attending nurse telling me to open my eyes, take deep breathes, and that I had a big, beautiful, healthy, baby........... B-O-Y !!!... What?... Again? I felt a mega second disappointment (mostly for my husband), glanced to my left where my precious baby was placed, and instantaneously fell in DEEP unspeakable

L-O-V-E !

Kraig Lowell Pullam was born Monday, August 14, 1978 at 7:40 a.m. After 10 hours of labor. Weighing 6lbs. 14oz. and 21in. in length. He was a breast feed baby for 10 months. From the begining he loved kisses from his mommy. I had a visit from an Angel regarding him at age 4 days old (another story).

I love you Kraig. I have not once regreted that you where not a girl. You have been a joy to my heart all your life. You were an easy child to raise. You have never been any trouble to us. I consider you as one of three of my greatest accomplishments in this life. Although, you have done most of the work becoming who you are today. I am grateful to God and feel privileged to have played a major part in bringing forth, nurturing, and raising one of His chosen men of God. I PRAY to God for you daily. Have a wonderful and happy birthday.

I love you very much,
With my Whole Heart!

Momma

I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!

p.s. Today is also the one year anniversary of my entrance into Blogging.

Used -vs- Loved

2009-06-23T01:10:00.017-05:00

I came across this little story and I was holding on to it so I could post on Father's Day. I was ill on that day, and didn't feel much like doing anything but staying in bed and taking my medication. So, it is a wee bit late for the holiday but it's appropriate anytime. Something to think about.

To whom it may concern.....

Used -vs- Loved

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up a stone and scratched lines in the side of the car. in anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench.

At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he asked, "Dad when will my fingers grow back?"

The man was so hurt and speechless, he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions.....sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches the child had written....

"I LOVE YOU DAD"

The next day that man committed suicide....Anger and love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life...

Things are to be used and people are to be loved. But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things are loved.

Be Watchful

Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions,
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits they become character,

Watch your character it becomes your destiny.

Stay Faithful and Be Grateful.

Happy Birthday!! William/Pops/Bebop/Melvin

2009-05-28T04:27:00.019-05:00

As a young girl and for as long as I can remember my ambition was to become a wife, a mother and a Nurse. I thank God that I have accomplished all three.

My dreams of being a wife brought about pre-conceived notions and expectations. In my little girl mind, the relationship was always going to be exclusively mine and his. We would love each other deeply and forever, have perfect children (two boys and a girl) Have fabulous vacations and picnics, build a huge home where everybody would have their own space. We would send our children to the best colleges and they each would become doctors and lawyers in addition to playing an instrument in the church. Ultimately becoming grandparents to six perfect grandchildren that we could afford to spoil all the time.

In all of my little girl dreams, I would accomplish a perfect marriage, children and grandchildren. I would become an awesome nurse. I never once intertained the thought of "growing old" I just could never visualized ii in my mind. A husband over the age of 25 was really getting old.

On to my Reality:

I did get married, I did have children, and, I became a nurse. But, We also aged. Who knew? Today I have become the wife of a Sixty year old man. Didn't ever think we would get THAT old. Use to think aging was awefully bad. I have come to know it is such a blessing to see our lives mature and live these many life's experiences together. We can truly say We're not getting older, we're getting BETTER. I love every gray hair on his head, the lines across his forehead, and when his knee acts up. It all tell the story of a man of wisdom that has provided through hard work. I am blessed to have watched the transformation as I transformed along side of him.

Today is the 60th Birthday of my Husband and Pastor, Dr. William Lanier Pullam. I have been with him for 41 of those years and seen him go from one stage in life to another. He did it with dignity and great integrity through the good and the bad. I am so proud to be his wife. I wish him many more wonderful years, to live life to it's fullest and in the will of our Father and Savior Jesus Christ. Thank you for your love and devotion and being my best friend and most precious gift from God. Thank you for teaching me many things along our journey togther.

I love you Melvin.

Happy Birthday !!

Anita

Sleeping on the Job??

2009-05-11T22:52:00.025-05:00

"Sleeping
on
the
Job"

Hello My Blog Family,

Thought I would drop in and let you all hear from me. I am well and blessed. I have really been busy lately and very shackled to my new vice...."facebook" A great communication's tool and a wonderful way to renew friendships, find new ones, and learn many exciting things. I thank God for a whole new network of friends and new discovered family members.

Today was a great day. I slept in because of a wonderful and streneous Mother's Day weekend in Houston, Texas, with parents, siblings, children, grandchildren, in-laws, and the Cornerstone Baptist Church family in which my son, Rev. Kraig Lowell Pullam is Pastor. After waking up and going through my morning rituals, I finally got around to replying to 20 Mother's Day text I received the day before. I returned a phone call to my Nephew, Mark Pullam in Denton Texas, then I spoke briefly with my brother, Rev. Monty Francis, in Dallas Texas. My husband invited me to see an afternoon movie, " The Soloist" starring Jamie Foxx. I ate a small lunch, and then we were off to the 4:00 p.m. matinee.

As we conversated along the way, we came upon an elementary school that had been let out about 45 minuets earlier (3:00). A school crossing guard is required to stay on duty until, withheld elementary students are released, and the nearby middle school is released for the day (at 4:00), so that those children can also safely cross the street of a busy intersection. My husband noticed the crossing guard first, and alerted me to look to my left to see her sitting in a folding chair, under a shade tree, on the corner of the intersection, by the school. Oh my God! She was fast asleep. She wasn't looking out for any children or the traffic. My husband chuckled at the fact, that he could visualize a child tapping her on the shoulder to wake her and say...."excuse me, can you help me cross the street please?" LOL. She was sleeping on the job. A very important job, that if it is not properly done, can prove to be very fatal.

After we left the movie, we ate at one of our favorite dinner places, Cracker Barrel restaurant. We have several favorite servers that we like. Today we had our 1st choice waiter, Mr. Nathaniel Stewart, who is the son of a preacher. He always share a problem, situation, or ask a question of a spiritual nature, or about raising kids or how to invest, etc. Today, he had a story about a testimony of a Muslim who turned Christian. He told of the resentment of this Muslim's father and a plot to kill him for disgracing the family. One day the Muslim's father ridculed him and gave him an ultimatum to either return to his Muslim religion or drink a poisonous mixture from a cup. He again refused the Muslim faith, then raised the cup high and said to the Lord..."for you I drink this cup". Nathaniel continued to tell us (with other customers waiting) that after drinking the poison, he was ordered to lie down and await his death. The Muslim testified that his body rejected the poison by regurgitation and did NOT die. He was then ordered to leave his home, and as he did, a servant was ordered by the Muslim turned Christian's father, to poison his son as he walked down the path by bow and arrow. With great pain, the Muslim continues his journey. Before the slow acting poison could kill him, natives found him and nursed him back to health, and he is a Christian Missionary today.

The entire time Nathaniel was telling this story, my mind could only think about how just a couple of hours before, we saw an employee sleeping on the job. Now, here is another employee, not only doing the job in which he was hired, but sharing a story of a real testimony of encouragement, to be steadfast and unmovable on our Christian journey.

I wonder if we are just doing what HAS to be done as Christians, or are we striving to go a little over the top for Kingdom building? God forbid that ANY of us, who claim to be a child of the King, is "sleeping on the job"!! Not only will it prove to be dangerous....but fatal.

Therefore, my beloved brethren,

be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.

I Corinthians 15:58

Our Server
Mr. Nathaniel Stewart

Not sleeping.
Going beyond the call of duty.

Be Blessed!!

Fellowship during A.W.E. 4/8/09

2009-04-11T13:17:00.040-05:00

As many of you know Pastor Kevin Pullam is having a month long revival that takes place each Wednesday of the month of April. I have been in attendance on each night so far. I must say, we have been blessed to hear a mighty word from two very gifted preachers already. It promises to be one of the city's most exciting and beneficial revivals we have had in many years. I know that it had to be God inspired to bring this together for such a time as this. Thank you Pastor Kevin for your step of faith and obedience to except this challenge to render unto God's people a chance to be revived and renewed through this great revival.

The first Wednesday of the month Pastor Lester Gillespie was the Evangelist. He did a marvolous job in his exposition of the word. He is from a long linage of Preachers and singers and he brought a message that brought a clearer understanding of today's issues and misconceptions. Even though, Pastor Gillespie did all of that....little did the congregation know one of MY sons was on the way for the second round of AWE.

Pastor Lance A. Mann was understandably under estimated by most since he had not yet made his debut in this area. It was immediately apparent to ME that the crowd was pleasantly surprised from the moment he began to speak. Oh My God!! We could have opened the doors of the church when he finished singing the song BEFORE he preached. I had heard about Lance's preaching, caught a small glimpse on utube, but... Mann, oh mann, oh mann!! He brought us up to another level. God really blessed him to preach. He is so gifted in all areas of the "art" of preaching. I'm not going to even talk about his tune on the end of the message. I thought he was going to hurt himself, REALLY!! We were all either on our feet or on the edge of our seats. He was Practical yet profound. Masterful exposition of the written word. He taught us, he advised us, he warned us, as well as giving us hope. YES, I'm bias. but, I KNOW preaching, I'm not a liar, I am an honest person, I try to be fair and I call it like I see it. All I can say is God be Praised for such a wonderful worship experience through the "foolishness of preaching" done by Pastor Mann.

Lastly, I would like to express, how honored I was to sit there in the midst of the congregation and beam with pride as his surrogate Mother. I stepped into the role of Lance's late Mother and was moved to tears as I felt what she would have felt if she had been in attendance. I know that kind of pride, because I experience it first hand whenever any one of my gifted, preaching, biological sons stand in John's shoes. We had great fellowship as a family the whole time he was here. Lance met new brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins that he will have for life. Everyone who has inquired about Pastor Mann since he left, addresses him as our son. Of course, it always brings a big smile on my face. Thank you Pastor Lance for coming to Corpus Christi, Texas and leaving it better than when you arrived. I can't wait to see you again.

Lance and I at the airport when he arrived in Corpus.

Pastor Arthur Lane and Pastor Lance Mann at the restaurant after we left the airport

Before Lance preached sitting in Pastor Kevin's church office

Pastors Kraig Pullam, Lance Mann, and Arthur Lane before service

My sons: Pastor Kevin, Pastor Lance, Bro. Keith, Pastor Kraig

Pastor Lance Mann at the Corpus Christi International Airport. On his departure back to Newark, New Jersey

These are just a few photos we took while our son Pastor Lance was in town. If you want to see all of the photos we took while he was here, you can view them on my facebook photo album. We had wonderful fellowship the short time we were together as a family. I look forward to the same experience with the rest of my Blog Sons in the near future.

Have a "Happy Easter" experience in Worship tomorrow! Be blessed.

Tell Me Something...(Altered)

2009-04-03T03:19:00.019-05:00

Yeah, it's really this time of the morning and I haven't been to bed yet. Well, I almost have. I signed off facebook around 2:20 a.m. and went straight to the shower and got ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, said my prayers, pulled back the covers and got into bed. I can never fall asleep without my tv on but it was off already because my husband had been asleep for a long while. I didn't want to disturb him so I left the room to sit in my arm chair in the den to watch tv. All of a sudden an earlier conversation came to mind and it bothered me a little. I wondered if I was alone in my thinking, if a man's point of view in this situation was so different from a woman's, or was I alone in my thoughts on the subject. Here's the thing....

......The rest of the original contents of this blog has been removed to protect the integrity of the commentators on my blog's comment page. I DO appreciate every one who helped with my predicament and perplexity with my bewilderment of the mindset of the sexes and/or thinking in general. I did learn a LOT more than I asked for within this particular blog experience, ESPECIALLY about my good and LOYAL friend, Melvin. Love to each of you.

Be blessed
Proverbs 3:5&6

Spring Break

2009-03-13T14:11:00.003-05:00

Hello Family,

Well, I finally bite the bullet and crossed over to facebook. Kraig and Tony finally convinced me that I was a missing person over there. I was beginning to feel very lonesome here in blogsville U.S.A. because the majority of you were becoming acquainted with a new vice. Now it has become a vice of mine. I have very quickly learned where some people I haven't seen or heard from in years are located. I've seen some great pictures and glimpsed into a few of the "hanging out" sessions/parties of my freshman grandson and other college students of our congregation ~ lol ~. Very enlightening. Thanks Pastor Kraig and Tony for taking me by the hand and helping this old lady find her way to where the action is. The reaction to most of the young people that know me was... "I didn't think I'd ever see the day, you would be on facebook". Except my grandson, Kory. He knew it was just a matter of time.

I think I will be spending my Spring Break on facebook and a little less time here on the blog. There is a lot I want to see there. But, I didn't want to be AWOL without my blog family knowing why. I'm not sick, I haven't quit, nor am I discouraged. I'm taking some time off to do research. I will be checking on the family though. Behave yourselves. I'll be back soon. Love you.

Take care.

Kristian Lanier Pullam

2009-03-07T21:00:00.018-06:00

This is my third born grandson. Today is his birthday. A very intellegent, "know it all", beautiful, low key young man. In my opinion he has the brains/smarts of both his parents, Kevin and LaTonya Pullam, and some mannerism of his Uncle Keith. He knows exactly how to be in FULL mode adolescence. And, I love him a LOT!

His name is Kristian Lanier Pullam. Affectionately known (by me) as Mini-Me. Yeah, you guessed it, he looks a lot like me. The older he gets, the more he comes into his own look. Nevertheless, still very handsome. Happy fourteenth Birthday Nana's Baby! May you have many, many, many more wonderful years. Be blessed.

Love,

Nana

"Instructing Our Children"

2009-03-05T13:59:00.026-06:00

This is my Grandson Kamaron LeSean Pullam. By the look of this fish, I would have to label him as a "fisherman in the

making". As a brand new fisherman, he is so happy and thrilled about his Catch of the day. Could he be in training for more important and meaningful prey? One of many GREAT CATCHES of a lifetime? In order to do anything well one should be taught, and give wise instruction from those who are equipped to do so.

It is suggested that our parents and guardians are charged to be good stewards over our children to prepare them for life and to exist on their own, fulfill their destiny and will for their lives. It is also a responsibility to guide towards the things of God.

We as believers and those charged to preach the gospel of Christ, take on the awesome task of the great commission mentioned in Matthew, teaching all nations, domestic and those abroad about Jesus Christ and the plan of salvation.

My Mama always told me that mission begins at home. It is a bad preacher who does not commence a ministry in his own home by precept or example. Yes, the heathen are to be sought, the highways and the hedges are to be searched, but home has first claim. Do not reverse the order of the Lord's arrangements.

Teaching our children is a personal duty. We cannot delegate it to Sunday School teachers or other friendly aids. They can assist, but this sacred obligation is primarily ours, and proxies and sponsors are unbiblical substitutes. Mothers and fathers must, like Abraham, teach their households the fear of the Lord (Geneis 17:23).

Parental teaching is a natural duty (Proverbs 22:6). Who is more able to look after a child's well-being than the parents or it's guardian? If you neglect the instruction of your children, you are worse than a brute and will prove to be powerless with a unruly, contrary, and rebellious child.

A family's religious instruction is necessary for the nation, the family, and the church. By a thousand plots, false teachings are advancing. One of the most effective methods for resisting its inroads, however, is almost neglected; namely, the instruction of children in the faith. Parents should wake up to its importance. My son Pastor Kevin, Kamaron's father, included in his sermon last Sunday, that he and his brother's were instructed by his parents, that ALL young men should read the book of Proverbs. There is great instruction through the word of God in Proverbs about most things you will face in life, even how to choose a wife.

Working in my church with the young people through our singing ministry (the St. John First Singing Angels) is a pleasant duty, to talk about Jesus to our sons and daughters, and through it God saves the children by the parent's biblical instruction, prayers and admonitions.

Who knows through this spiritual command of instructing our children as "fishermen in the making", will reap even greater rewards for the kingdom of God, and many GREAT CATCHES throughout their lifetime and generations to come.

"Tell your children about it. Let your children

tell their children. And their children

another generation

Joel 1:3

The Inner Fight

2009-02-25T20:00:00.019-06:00

For the flesh lusts against the Spirit,

and the Spirit againt the flesh."

Galatians 5:17

This week I shared with my Son, some disturbing news of a friend of his (to protect the innocent, I will call this friend "Kemp"). By Kemp's inordinate behavior and uncontrolled vices, he has single handedly pushed himself against the wall. Not only is this a disservice to his young family, but it also contributed to him being excommunicated as a Pastor and gifted Preacher. The overall impression of most who are aware, seems to think (by the arrogence of Kemp) that there was no lessons learned from his fiascos. Unfortunately, from years of him burning bridges among his relationships, there is little tolerence by most in stretching out a brotherly hand only to be disappointed by Kemp's inability to take charge over his battles.

Knowing Kemp's family, when I first heard the news, I allowed myself to think, (Lord forgive me) "he was destined to fall into divers temptation". Having preaching Sons myself, I feel a great sense of urgency in this young man's situation. I felt horrible for borderlining into self-righteous judging. If not by the grace of God this could be ME, my family, my sons, and our situation.

In EVERY believer's heart there is a constant struggle between the old and the new natures. The old nature is still active and loses no opportunity to employ its deadly weapons against newborn grace. On the other hand, the new nature is always watching to resist and destroy its enemy. Grace within us will employ prayer, faith, hope, and love to cast out evil. Grace puts on the whole armor of God (Eph. 6:11)

These two opposing natures will never cease their struggle as long as we are in this world. We battle with ourselves from the Wicket Gate to the river Jordan. The enemy is so securely entrenched that it can never be totally driven out while we are in this body.

What adversary are WE fighting today? I want to tell Kemp and many others, do not be discouraged, fight on. God is with us. He is the healer of our wounds. Fight on, looking unto Jesus. Though the conflict is long and demanding, sweet will be the victory, glorious the promised reward:

From strength to strength go on;

Wrestle, and fight, and pray,

Tread all the powers of darkness down,

And win the well-fought day.

____Unknown

Keep Kemp, his family, church family, and his " Inner Fight" in your prayers.

VALENTINE'S DAY!!

2009-02-14T20:00:00.032-06:00

This is one of my favorite times of the year. Not because of any material gain. Although, it could be an added bonus. But, just setting aside a time to acknowlege and have a celebration of Love itself , to me is truly AWESOME. Recognizing all the wonderful people I love and cherish, and reflecting and communicating with all those I am privileged to be loved by, thrills my very being. I love the idea of love. I love everything love represents. I love being IN love with a significant other/my husband and everything that it entails.

Valentine's Day is also a special anniversary for my husband and I. This was the day we officially began courting one another. This happened after growing up and serving together in the same youth fellowship at the same church, then becoming good friends and confidants. My life changed after Valentine's Day 1967 that began my life's destiny. I regret nothing or would I change anything in my tranformation from being a singularity to a plural with William L. Pullam. By the goodness of God our plural has gotten bigger and bigger. He has richly enlarged our territory, and I am thankful.

Whenever my husband/pastor has the opportunity to introduce me publicly, he always borrow some of the lyrics of a song produced in the 50's that was sung by Sam Cook. The crowd always anticipate the words because he never fails to include them in his narration. I also have the words in print, matted, framed and it's one of my cherished posessions. Here are a few of the words.

You are the Apple of my Eye

my Cherry Pie

my Cake and Ice Cream

My Sugar and Spice

and Everything Nice

You are the Girl of my Dreams!

He has treated me as though I am everything that is good in his life. I have always felt loved through the good and throughout our struggles. But most of all, I thank God for His love and the awesome love displayed by my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ over 2000 years ago. John 15;13

Thank you for the Beautiful two dozen Roses

that reflects the beauty of our relationship

and

our Eternal Love

I love you William with my Whole Heart. You mean so much to me and there is non that can compare. Thank you for your Love and Respect. I'm yours forever and a day.

Happy Valentine's Day

to all

of my Loved Ones and Dear Friends

Be blessed

1 John 4:7

Finally Got Me!

2009-02-09T22:57:00.014-06:00

I have done amazingly well not contacting any winter illnesses this season. Usually in early fall my sinuses act up really bad. I am very happy it didn't happen this time. We took our annual trip to Vegas the first week in November. My Mother was ill the whole time we were there as the result of her taking her yearly flu shot days before we left. I thought I was destined to get sick by being with her all week. It never fails that after being on a plane, I get a cold but neither incident caused me any trouble. During this past Thanksgiving at least 3 people that arrived for dinner had colds and I dodged the flu bullet again. While preparing for Christmas 2008 to be at my house, everyone called me at least once a week and DEMANDED that I stay healthy so our Christmas festivities would be accomplished. Christmas Day arrived and I was on top of my game, cheerful and energetic. As I greeted guests that showed up for the opening of gifts and dinner, every other person that came into my home had a cough or cold, including my Mom who hadn't gotten over her flu symptoms since Vegas. She was on her third round of antibiotics from her doctor. After a lengthy time of opening gifts with 25 persons in attendance, my kitchen crew and I put dinner on the table. Someone was missing from our circle of prayer. It was Kevin. It was his turn to say grace. I went to one of the bedrooms to look for him and he was shivering in a chair under a blanket. It turned out that he was in the begining stages of the flu with a 102 degree temperature. Kraig also had a cold, Kraig's baby son had a temperature and was throwing up, and Mama is still coughing. After Kraig and his family goes back home to Houston, my husband comes down with the same virus the baby had, but it's coming out the other end. STILL, with all of that, no problems for me.

I was concerned about my Mother because she again went to the doctor for the same cold since November and it is now January. She had a chest xray and more medicine to take. Still I had no symptoms of a cold. Now, we are days before getting on a plane to go to the inauguration. I am praying "please Lord, don't allow me to get sick" I didn't want such an exciting time to be tainted in any way. The Lord granted my request. I had a wonderful time, a great flight there and back.

BUT, ten days after we deplaned our fight back home here in Texas, It Finally Got Me. A sore throat, coughing, hot and cold flashes, body aches, upset stomach, no voice, speaking at a whisper, and a lot of drainage.

Although, there is no reason to feel joyous over how bad I am feeling at this moment, I am grateful that God was merciful and granted me the gift of sustained health. He allowed me to remain healthy so that I could fulfill the duties that were set before me, and my desire to take an unhibited trip to Washington, New Jersey and Philadelphia without any obstacles of feeling bad.

Thank you God! Please say a little prayer for me that I don't linger to long with this cold. I have no doubt that I am in his keeping care and healing hands. Until I'm feeling better, stay healthy, and I'll blog at you soon.

On my way back to Bed. Love you all.

The Inauguration? I'm Almost Speechless!

2009-02-02T22:40:00.076-06:00

We are back in Texas from the bitter cold of Philadelphia Pennsylvania, Newark and Jersey City New Jersey, and Washington D.C. We had a fabulous time visiting each place. We are still in awe of being a part of history in the making and having the opportunity to probe into past history. It was thrilling to glimpse artifacts of America in her infancy and chronological records of events in Philadelphia.

I am speechless and there are no words to capture the essence of our experience at the Presidential Inauguration. Not only could I not believe I was really witnessing such an illustrious celebrated occasion, but that I was truly there in the flesh. Great God Almighty!! The consensus expressed in all the news programs about the feelings, reactions of everyone in attendance and the aura of the event was 100% accurate in the many emotions felt by my family and I. I thank God for the opportunity, experience, and for simply allowing it to be so. Thank you God.

My husband and I were blessed to have the companionship of our son Rev. Kevin and his wife LaTonya on our trip. We had a great time of bonding and fellowship. I am certain this will be one of our greatest family memories.

Surely, there were many great moments. One of the highlights for me was having the opportunity and privilege of meeting my first born blog son, Pastor Lance Mann. As soon as he arrived at our meeting place in Newark, I realized how TRULY excited I was. My husband and Pastor Kevin greeted him first with a declaration, that if they hadn't brought me over to meet him, they wouldn't have been able to return back to Texas in peace. Lance was then introduced to my daughter in law LaTonya. He turned to look at me. I asked him if he knew who "I" was. With a great big smile on both our faces, he reached out his arms to embrace and annouced me as Momma V! This happened two days after the inauguration, before seeing and touring any of the other sites and cities. If nothing else had happened after meeting my Lance, I would have returned home very happy and satisfied. He did not disappoint me, he met my every expectation of him. He felt just like family, a fine young man. We had a great time of fun and fellowship. He showed us a few sites, took us to Jersey city to see the New York skyline and Lady Liberty. He also took us to a fantastic place to have lunch called Je's. It was the best meal we had the entire time we were on our trip including our meal of the famous Philadelphia cheese steak. Thank you Lance for everything. I love you.

This is a picture I took at a funeral of one of our beloved Deacons standing in front of our church a few days ago. I just wanted to show off "Momma's Babies" on my blog. Has nothing to do with my trip. They are (L to R) Mr. Keith Lloyd (33), Rev. Kevin Lanier (37), Rev. Kraig Lowell Pullam (30). They are so beautiful.

Dad, Mom and the Boys!

On to the Inauguration trip photos ...

I hope you enjoyed viewing just a few of MANY pictures we took. Wish you all could have been there with us. I hope some day I will have the opportunity to meet the rest of my blog family.

P.S. I was also excited to see Will Smith's (Fresh Prince of Bel Air) neighborhood and the basketball court that he played on in West Philadelphia. I saw the Rocky Balboa statue and Patti LaBell's childhood home also.

I said, I was ALMOST speechless!!!! (lol)

My grandson,

Kai Livingston Pullam age 5

son of Kraig and D'Ani (Dee) Pullam.

Blessings to each of you

Up Up and Away, We're Off....

2009-01-16T16:48:00.013-06:00

......to see the Forty Fourth President of the United States, Barack Obama inaugurated on Tuesday January 20, 2009. I thank God for being able to witness such an awesome, historical event in the life of our nation. I can hardly contain my excitment.

I have prepared myself for a rigorous day of events since we will be lodging in Philadelphia prior to leaving for DC early Tuesday morning and getting to the site of the inauguation which will include a bus there and another shuttle. We will do the same getting back after the swearing in.

I don't know how much sleep I will get between leaving Texas EARLY Monday morning and arriving in Philly early afternoon of the 19th. We get our rental car and go to DC to pick up our inauguration tickets at the Congressman's office there before 6 p.m. Afterwards, back to Philly that evening. We then go back to DC at 2 a.m. by bus for the event on the 20th (gates open for ticket holders at 9 a.m.), then finally that evening back to Philly. We will be there the rest of the week. I already know that the best seat in the house is at home in my cozy chair and heat. But, we wanted so much to be there and the Lord opened a door and we were one of the 250 who won the ticket lottery offered in South Texas. It took us a week to finally believe we actually won.

I wanted so much to meet a couple of my blog sons while in the area but so far it is not looking very promising. I hope something works out though. You have my cell phone number, call me.

I'm asking my blog family to please be in prayer for my husband and I along with our son Pastor Kevin and his wife LaTonya as we travel by air, bus, shuttle, car, and possibly a train (lol). I am in great hopes that this will be an unforgetable experience, one that we will not soon forget.

Matthew 19:28-30

Blessings to each of you.

A Kraig's kind of gift? Yeah, sort of.

2009-01-08T00:07:00.018-06:00

Well, it's been a while since my last post. I have been pre-occupied with many things and preparations for the holidays. I do hope and pray that your holiday season was a blessed one and filled with family, friends and all the wonderful blessings of life that are "free" Happy New Year to each of you. Thank you Pastor Rhone for your concern and for checking on me.

My husband and I were riding along in our Escalade truck reflecting on our 2008 Christmas blessings yesterday afternoon. We always end up reminiscing on one of our Christmas' past and remembering our 3 young boys at home and how excited they would become. As parents it was a blessing to see them at times wanting to do more giving than receiving. I must admit that one (Kraig) was more prone to this than the other two at Christmas. This is really kind of strange since one of the other two (Kevin) that didn't have an overall giving spirit at this particular time of the year, was the one most giving all the rest of the year. Kevin is known as the "benevolent one" in the family. My son Keith? He LOVED getting new toys but would be upset if Mama didn't get what was to his approval like a puppy or pet snake (lol).

My husband asked during our conversation "do you remember the gift Kraig would give to you every year"? I chuckled and said (to his amazement) "I still have it in a box on a shelf in my closet, I will always keep it". Kraig was about 5 to 7 years old at the time. We had ordered a book entitled "Women of the West". Every year for my birthday, mothers day, and without fail Christmas for about three years in a row, he would pull it off the shelf, gift wrap it, and present that same book to me each time with overwhelming joy. The thing that was most amazing to me was watching the anticipation on his little face wondering how I would receive his gift, if I would like the gift, how proud I would be of the giver, and most of all anticipating my physical response of appreciation to him. Of course, each time my responses to his gift was exactly what he had desired. Although, at first I worried...is his memory so lessened that he doesn't remember from one event to the next that he gave me this SAME gift before? Then I would wonder, of all the hundreds of books we own, why THIS particular one? My husband asked "I wonder why he insisted on giving you this same book each time you had a holiday?" I thought about it and answered, there could be multiple reasons. Maybe he saw a need, or he was so pleased with my response and appreciation, he wanted to witness the thrill his mother would get by receiving the same gift I seemed to love each time before.

Just think about it. Those of us who exhort the true meaning of Christmas should NEVER become anesthetize of the joy and celebration of the "gift" that is represented in our Christmas season. The Master has made it possible for us to be offered this same gift over and over again because He sees the need, He is blessed by our appreciation, and it is a manner of praises to God when we are thrilled through our words, deeds and physical responses of "The same Gift"

I anxiously look forward to Christmas of 2009, and all the days and seasons that preceed to rejoice in "The Gift" and it's Benefactor.

And thou shalt have joy and gladness;

and many shall rejoice at His birth.

Luke 1:14

House Church

2008-12-01T16:14:00.033-06:00

In the era in which I grew up, it was not uncommon to see a HUGE family bible (free gift with purchase of encyclopedias) being displayed on the coffee table in the "living room" or the place where you would receive guests. Being there on the coffee table served as a badge of honor that (1.) the family placed high regards and was mindful of the importance of higher learning and education (it indicated encyclopedias were in the home) and (2.) the family was a bible believing Christian family. One of my weekly chores was to dust that area. I am confessing, for the first time (before God and Mama) that I NEVER removed that big bible before dusting the coffee table. I just dusted around it :-). We as a family never had family devotion using THAT bible. From time to time my parents would gather us together to review the Sunday school lesson or just share stories from the bible. There was no doubt to all friends and family that we were a staunch church going bible centered family.

The first time I entered my in-laws small home, stairing me in the face, was their wood framed family altar. On top was placed a beautiful silk scarf with gold fridge and their family bible. As a young teenager, courting their son at the time, I was truly impressed by that. It scored points towards my goal of a potential "Christian" husband which had always been my desire. I wanted someone as much like "my" Daddy as possible. As a daughter, I realize how blessed I am to be able to say that and to also have received. Since then, their home has been beautifully renovated and it's more than doubled in size. All the children are gone and the family altar as well. We have never come together as a family there without prayer and devotion of some sort.

This causes me to wonder...is there a church in your house? Are family, friends, neighbors members of it, or are some still not saved? This was a desire of Philemon but yet he had a wicked servant. This servant did wrong towards his master and ran away. As the story goes the prayers of Philemon followed his servant, (as I'd hope my prayers would always follow my children). The servant eventually heard the preaching of Paul. He not only returned to his master with a changed heart but also a beloved brother and another member to the church in Philemon's house. I LOVE THIS STORY!

I realize that I can move ALL common affairs into my home with deliberate holiness, diligence, kindness, and integrity. More is expected of a church than an ordinary household. Internal love must be warmer and unbroken, and external conduct must be sanctified and Christlike.

Let us pray that He will give us grace to go forth from our "House Church" and shine in this world to the glory of His name.

"The Church In YOUR House"

__Philemon 2

God be Praised!

Eat, Drink & Be Merry....

2008-11-22T21:10:00.034-06:00

........without gaining pounds.

It's that time of the year again. So, enjoy your family and friends. Don't lose what you have gained (lost weight). Continue to make healthy choices (Fitts and Kevin) while celebrating this holiday season.

Here are some tips from dietitian Versie Larkin of Monroe, La.

Eat smaller portions
Avoid second helpings (good luck)
Limit alcohol (good luck to me)
Eat appetizers made with fresh vegetables
Eat something before the party or family gathering
Don't fast before the party; it could cause you to overeat
Select baked, grilled or broiled foods rather than fried
Remove the skin from chicken and all visible fat from meat
Take small bites and eat slowly
Drink extra water - it's an effective appetite suppressant
Be selective. If you don't really want it, don't eat it. Don't waste calories
Look at every bite of food before you eat it; that provides a mental connection to how much you are actually eating.

With a little bit of discipline and some planning, you can get through the holidays. Remember, moderation is the key.

HOLIDAY CALORIE COUNTER

Favorite Food Item - Calories

Cranberry Sauce ( 1/2 - inch slice) - 86

Deviled Egg - 141

Greens (with Hamhocks) - 200

Spinach Dip (2 oz.) - 246

Pound Cake (1/16 of cake) - 250

Mashed Potatoes (with gravy) - 254

Eggnog (cup) - 304

Baked Ham (4 0z.) - 307

Roast Turkey (dark and light with skin) - 344

Macoroni and Cheese - 350

Chitterlings (Cup) - 398 - 614 (depending upon preparation)

Buffalo Wings (8 oz.) - 513

Cornbread Dressing - 541

Sweet Potato Pie - 548

I have just added the calories of each item I KNOW will be on the menu that I plan to eat. One plate adds up to... 2,539 calories. Wow! I will have to compromise something.

This is the most dangerous time for gaining more weight. I hate to rain on your parade and time of festivities. As African Americans, being overweight is a major concern because it is a contributor of diabetes, heart disease, stroke and some forms of cancer. So, take some simple steps towards eating right this season. Be careful with that Sweet Potato Pie!! Also those Chitterlings (Doc. Spoon & Me).

Have a Happy, Merry, Safe, and THANKFUL good Time.

Umm, I'm hungry now, think I'll get something to eat.

Enjoy!!

An "Obamatopia" Hopeful

2008-11-18T17:10:00.031-06:00

First there was "Obamamania," punctured in places by naysayers crying "Nobama!" Now as President-elect Barack Obama prepares for the White House, his message of change, resounding both at home and abroad, seems to have unleashed a barrage of Barackisms. Or, maybe they should be called Obamanyms. Below is an Obama glossary culled from many sources.

OBAMAPHORIA: The post-election rapture that swept over Obama's supporter worldwide.

OBAMANATION: A twist on "abomination," expressed by evangelicals and other conservatives who oppose Obama's stance on abortion, gay marriage and other social issues.

OBAMARAMA: The celebration around the January 20, 2009, inauguration.

OBAMANOS: A play on "Vamonos," or "Let's go," among Obama fans in Mexico.

OBAMATOPIA: The political paradise that Obama's staunchest supporters hope he'll usher in.

OBAMALUJAH: Exultation shouted by his fans.

OBAMATRONS: The policy wonks who will occupy the West Wing of his White House.

OBAMASCOPE: Media scrutiny of the new leader. Everything he does will be under this scope.

OBAMANATOR: Hollywood-inspired nickname for the new president, even if he's got what California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger contends are "skinny legs" and "scrawny little arms."

OBAMALICIOUS: Complimentary term used by those who like Obama's looks.

OBAMALOHA: Goodbye, Obama-style, with a nod to Hawaii, his birthplace.

OH-BAMA: Joyful exclamation, via headlines in the Kennebec, Maine, Journal, The Register Guard in Eugene, Ore., and The Namibian, from the southern African country of Namibia.

BAMALOT: Description of his presidency, from a New York Post headline that played on the youth and freshness of John F. Kennedy's administration that came to be known as "Camelot."

OBAMERIKA: Headline from the Croatian newspaper Slobodna Dalmacija.

BARACKSTAR: Description from those who believe Obama is "the Mick Jagger of politics."

__Associated Press

Certainly, this is only the begining of things to come. We have already seen videos, special lyrics put to melody and even poems. I have never before watched or have even been interested in knowing the most intimate details of the life of the President and his family. So, bring it on. I'm ready to see more history unfold. I'm ready to study the trends that will result and become fashionable because of our President Elect Barack Obama.

May God Continue to Protect he and his family.

"November Thirteenth"

2008-11-11T14:40:00.025-06:00

As a child, anticipating November 13th drew a lot of excitment. Thoughts of who would remember that date, how many gifts would I get, if I would have a great big birthday cake with colorful candles would thrill my very soul. This was a day that was a celebration of ME. My own special observance. Well.... until my baby sister came along. She was born on November 13th eleven years later. I vividly remember only two birthdays of my youth and this is one of them. Being the only girl, the eldest of three brothers, my sister's birth was a great joy. A child under 14 years of age was not allowed to visit patients in the hospital. I could not wait until they brought her home. She was so beautiful, and she is still beautiful today (even though she was a bit of a brat growing up :-) I love her dearly.

To this day, my greatest birthday memory was my 7th birthday. My parents were a struggling young couple and my mother was attending nursing school. My father would use the family car to get to work on a swing shift at a refinary. My mother would wake at 5 a.m. to get ready and catch the bus to school each day. She would drop me off at a close friends house around 6:30 a.m. where I would stay until it was time for me to go to school.

On this particular day (11/13th) she woke me up which seemed to be in the middle of the night. I couldn't understand why she didn't turn on any lights in the darkness. We turned the corner in the small hallway and I saw a dim light coming from the kitchen. My little tiny heart begin to beat a little faster and I became very anxious. And then... WOW!! the breakfast table was filled with candlelight. I had no cake, no present, no card, no guests. But, OH!!!...I did have my Mama, her home cooked breakfast, her love, just she and I alone in the dim lite kitchen talking about what "I" wanted to talk about. Most of all I appreciated her thoughtfulness and imagination to make her little girl happy inspite of having no other means or money. After we ate, she put me back to bed for a little while longer until it was time to leave for the day. For the rest of that day my mind would relive my moments with Mama over and over. With great pride, I told all of my closest friends at school that day. This shall be my most cherished memory for as long as I live. It's remembrance ALWAYS bring tears. Thank you Mama.

As an adult I have had many wonderful gifts and celebrations. My husband never forgets and has given me priceless memories, birthday parties, trips, etc. The congregation has also been very thoughtful and generous to their First Lady. I love the happy birthday song that is sung to me by my grandchildren on the phone and hearing from my Sons and wives. Oh yes, and the birthday card my Mom sends in the mail even though we live in the same city :-) My excitement is different of that of a child. I reflect upon the blessings of God and the valley and mountaintop experiences and rejoice.

When approaching my 35th birthday I became depressed because I didn't want to be 40. In the meantime, God taught me through some hard lessons to be grateful for added life. By age 50 I had learned to rejoice. I am excited about the gifts that God has ALREADY given me. My family, my faith, salvation, contentment in mind and spirit, shelter, food, health. I could go on and on. I can truly say that I don't need a thing for my birthday as I look towards 60 but prayer.

As I close, I would like to borrow a thought from my husbands favorite scripture, Phillippians 1:21. It is my desire and pleasure to daily live for Christ. He is my greatest joy and excitement. I wait in great anticipation to "gain" my greatest gift that awaits me.....
Eternal Life.

Thank you Jesus!

Happy Birthday to my beloved Sister

on November Thirteenth

Ms. Malinda L. Francis Ward

I love you

XOXOX

Vietta

President Barack Obama!!

2008-11-05T14:47:00.010-06:00

Thank God for this history making event. We serve an awesome God. Truly President Elect Obama is the man chosen by God for the great task that lies before him. May God continually keep His arms of protection around he and his entire family. I pray that he adheres to the direction and voice of God at all times. God Be Praised!!!

Proverbs 3:5&6

I'm Back! Did I Miss Anything?

2008-11-04T20:19:00.018-06:00

I had a wonderful time during the weeks away from home. We had no car trouble, and each flight was relatively smooth during our vacation. We had a grand time the week of our State Convention. Each lesson, sermon, inspirational talk and presentation was outstanding. Our new Minister's Wives President did a fantastic job during her "first" annual address. I am the outgoing President that served nine years and I was in charge of our "love in action" portion of the program for our president. The ladies went beyond what was asked of them to shower her with gifts and money. Our President's recommendations during her message included electing me as President Emeritus of the Minister's Wives Auxiliary. I was surprised and honored as they carried the motion to except her request. Please be in prayer for our convention President, Dr. A.S. Johnson who at the time of the convention was in ICU suffering with the aftermath of a stroke. He is presently in a medical rehab facility. God bless 1st. vice president, Dr. K.W. Tillmon, 2nd vice president, Dr. W.L. Pullam, and 3rd vice president, Dr. R. Stewart for moving the convention forward during our session in the absence of our beloved President. We were truly blessed.

What can I say about my time in Vegas. WOW!! I had a terrific time. I didn't do anything unlawful in the state of Nevada or immoral. I did win $145 by accident (long story). There were six of us that was in fellowship there and we all agreed that it was well worth the time and money we spent. The fellowship was priceless. One tiny little issue....my arthritis in my right knee was on the rampage. The last two days I was on a walking cane and in much pain. I took advil and kept up with the group. That's all I'm saying about Vegas. What happens there, stays there. I will try to post photos soon.

Glad to know all is well here at home. Tony must have done a good job keeping you all in line. I did cheat and looked in on you all a couple of times real quick. A snitch (not Lance) told me that Fitts acted up a little bit but it all resolved itself peacefully. So glad that each sermon seemed to be dynamic as usual by each outline that I read and your comments to each other, not that I am an expert (lol).

Thank each of you for your comments on my last blog. I was pleasantly amused and drawn closer to each of you. Thank you for your prayers and can't wait to get back into your lives and giving my "two cents worth" Thank you also for being in my life. Reading the comments of my last blog, it seems as though another Brother wants to become a son of mine. It is perfectly ok with me Bro. Wilson. Although, being that you are REAL close to crossing over to age 50, we might have to settle for just being siblings instead. I will let you and my sons decide which. What do you all think? A son or a sibling?

Oh yes, the answer to the question raised in my blog subject is....Yes, YOU!

having confidence in you all, that my joy is the joy of you all

2 Corinthians 2:3b

Mother

Be Good and Behave!!

2008-10-20T22:07:00.016-05:00

I had a fantastic weekend. I was in fellowship with the Friendship Baptist Church in celebration of Pastor Kevin Pullam's 8th pastoral anniversary. Starting with a luncheon given Saturday in honor of the First Lady, Sis. LaTonya D. Pullam that was really really nice with good food, gifts, words of appreciation and (my favorite) $$$$$$$. Saturday evening an outstanding musical was held in honor of the pastoral family. Sunday morning worship, Pastor Arthur Lane of St Matthew Baptist Church of the city was his guest preacher. I was unable to attend that service because my church was having our Annual Men's Day program. Pastor Leonard James of Austin, Texas preached in our (SJFBC) service. Pastor Kevin's final service was at 3 p.m. and we had a grand time in the Lord. Pastor Dr. C. E. Richarson Sr. of Calvary First Baptist Church of the city did an awesome job. A special tribute was given by his father Pastor W. L. Pullam (and he sure did preach). I do believe Pastor Pullam and his family was made very happy and encouraged by the acts of kindness rendered.

Well, I am going to be out of pocket for a couple of weeks. I will be attending our State Convention this week. We will leave the convention headed for our vacation in Nevada, which will be for an additional week. I am ssssooooo ready to go. We usually take this week alone but this year my husband's brother and his wife will be going with us, as well as my mother and my aunt (my mom's sister). We look forward to the fellowship.

To my Sons, you all behave yourselves while Mama is away. Play fair and share. I am leaving Tony in charge until I get back. Fitts, you and Spoon stay on your own side of the room. Lance (the tattler) will report to me everything that's going on. I already know that Mcghee, Ed, Clinton and Reggie will be neutral so don't sway them. I don't have to worry about Kevin and Kraig they NEVER get in trouble, it has always been the "other" fella's fault (Aaron & Lane). Study hard and do your homework!! I expect nothing but great reports from the congregation :-)

I am REALLY going to miss you a lot. I will be thinking of you. I might be tempted to check on you via laptop or business center. I promised the group I would just relax and stay off the computer. Keep us in your prayers and I will do the same. Be obedient. I'll be back soon. I love you.

Mother
Proverbs 25:12

"Better than Wine"

2008-10-13T22:47:00.020-05:00

During my clinical training in nursing school I learned a lot about the benefits of what we would consider as non traditional medicine. After I got my nursing degree and met all the requirements to pass the Texas State Board Exams, I received my license to begin my nursing practice. But, after working awhile I wanted to get a promotion and a financial increase by practicing in a specialized area prior to going into OB nursing. To do this, further training had to take place. I took and passed a ten week course in pharmacology at our local college. It was there that I found out some of the benefits of an ocassional glass of red wine. With Geriatrics (the elderly) wine therapy would sometime stimulate the appetite. Wine can also be instrumental in raising your CBC (red blood count) when you are suffering with anemia. The Doctor would actually write an order for it to be given at a certain time to the patient in the hospital. A written prescription for the wine was required from the Doctor in order to administer the dose. Wine in moderation can even be used to eliminate certain stomach ailments and parasites. I wondered why no one could guess the REAL reason I wanted my CBC checked all the time with hopes of it being a little low. (LOL).

The first time I tasted wine I was a newly wed. A good friend came by our apartment to toast our new marriage with a bottle of sweet cheap red wine. I'd never tasted anything so good before. To me it was like drinking kool-aid with a kick. I couldn't drink it fast enough. I thought it was the greatest invention since the wheel. Our friend left about an hour later. What a difference a couple of hours make. I was so sick and I vowed to the Lord, "if you heal me and don't let me die", "I will never do this again". no more wine for me. Well....I kept most of the promise, I didn't do it THAT WAY again. Until I got it out of my system, I thought wine (in moderation) was pretty good. What could be better than a great refreshment that gives joy at the same time?

Nothing gives the believer more joy than being loved by Jesus Christ. Like others we enjoy the good things of life plus the added benefits of the gifts and works of God. There is nothing equal to the delight found in our Lord. I would prefer one mouthful of Christ's love and one sip of His fellowship than a whole world of carnal delights.

Speaking of carnal, all earthly pleasures are earthy, but the comforts of Christ's presence is heavenly. There is no emptiness with Jesus. There is no dregs (sediment) in His wine. The joy of the Lord is solid and enduring. The joy of the Lord in time and in eternity will be worthy to be called "the only true delight"

For nourishment, comfort, exhilaration, and refreshment, no wine can rival the love of Jesus.

"For your love is better than wine"

__Song of Solomon 1:2b__

"we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee"

__Song of Solomon 1:4b__

Drink Deeply Today!

"Ear that Hears, Heart that Listens"

2008-10-05T22:11:00.026-05:00

My third grade teacher was my favorite in elementary school. Her name was Miss. Flores. I didn't know it at the time but she was an early twenties, unmarried woman just two years into her teaching career. As young as I was at the time, she seemed to be very conscientious and she wanted her students to get as much as we could from her class, and in our learning experience with her. She was the type of teacher that was very personal. She wanted to know about our weekends, holidays, favorite colors, and if we had a visit from the tooth fairy lately. She was even interested in what we wanted to become when we grew up. It felt very genuine to me. I was an average student having a hard time with multiplication, and we developed an unacknowledged closeness. Until graduation from high school I would periodically go by to see her in room 38 at Prescott Elementary.

After getting married, having children and becoming the very thing I told her (at age 9) I wanted to be when I grew up, we would run into each other from time to time. She never married. Later in life she adopted a son who was the same age as my second son Keith. My children were very small when my husband and children had the priviledge of meeting her while eating at the same restaurant. They felt as if they already knew her because I spoke of her often. The last time I saw her was at a high school football game (1991) where both our sons, Freddie and Keith played in the same band. I didn't know it would be my last time. We moved to a different school district and we lost touch.

From time to time, I would bring up the conversation Miss Flores had with us in class one day about "hearing vs listening" with my husband and children. She told us that you can "hear" many things at the same time. We could "hear" her speaking, the birds outside singing, someone tapping on the desk, the pencil sharpener, all at the SAME time. But, you can only "listen" to ONE thing at a time and comprehend. For example: I talk to my husband all the time right in the middle of a play during the football game. After I've said what I wanted to say, I would ask "are you listening to me?" he says "yes" then I'd ask "what did I say?" he couldn't tell me because he wasn't "listening" to ME. He "heard" me (along with the tv I was watching in the other room, because he had asked me to turn it down) but he was "listening" and "comprehending" the game. He would always have the last word though by asking "can we have this conversation after the game?" But, my final last words (while leaving the room) would be... "by then it will be to late and it wouldn't matter".

As Christians, it is painful to think that this is an accusation against believers who are spiritually insensitive. We should regret that we do not hear the voice of God as we should. there are gentle motions of the Holy Spirit in the soul that often go unheeded. There are whispers of divine commands and of heavenly love that are ignored. We have been carelessly ignorant. There are situations we should have seen, iniquities that went unnoticed, sweet feelings left unattended. We missed glimpses of His divine face because our soul's windows were fogged. We did not hear or know because we were preoccupied with other sounds in our ears. As we think about it we are deeply humbled. God deals with us in mercy. Even with His awesome sacrifice He knew what we would be like. Isaiah 48:6-9

Oh redemption, how wonderfully resplendent you shine when I think of how sinful we are! Oh Holy Spirit, give us the "hearing" ear and the understanding heart that "listens".

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Today, I would like to wish my Mother a very Happy Birthday!

Mrs. Louia L. Francis

I love you Mama

XOXOXOX

Vietta

"Ongoing Grace Growing"

2008-09-22T00:35:00.009-05:00

It is late and I am still up. A lengthy nap after church has caused my insomnia. As I sat in front of the television tonight flipping stations with the remote, my mind kept going back to this word "Grace". For over fifty years I have heard my Mother say... "she hopes as she ages, she will grow in grace". For about the same amount of years I have heard many prayers for our senior adults... "as they grow older may they grow older in grace". I know of the grace of God displayed towards me and its benefits. But what does it mean for us to become full grown in grace? Is it important enough to generations that follow behind us to grow in grace among other Christian qualities and character? How necessary is it?

Grow in the grace. Grow not just in one grace, but in all grace. Grow in that root grace: faith. I believe we should let faith increase in fullness.

Grow in love. Ask the Lord that your love will be more extended, more intense, more practicle, influencing your every thought word and deed.

Grow likewise in humility. Grow upward in your approach to God in prayer and a more intimate fellowship (there's that word again) with Jesus.

May the Holy Spirit enable you to grow in grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior. By not doing so we are refusing to be blessed. To know Him is life eternal. If you have no desire to learn more about Christ, you know nothing of Him. If we don't want to know Him better then we simply don't love Him. The absence of Christ is hell. But the presence of Jesus is heaven.

We should not rest until we have increased our acquaintance with the Lord. Learn more of Him and of His divine nature. Learn more in His human relationship, His finished work, in His death, in His resurrection, in His present intercession, and in His second coming. We should want to know more and more of Him. This is one of the reasons I love blogging with the Ministers and other fellow Christians the most. I have learned so much in such a short time. In all practicality I know I have lived better than half my life. Still I want to know as much as I can about Him. In doing so, as I grow older I am growing in grace.

So, an increase of our love for Jesus and a more perfect concept of His love for us is one of the best ways to grow in grace.

"Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord

and Savior Jesus Christ"

2 Peter 3:18

Still Searching??

2008-09-15T01:17:00.026-05:00

Tell me where you lost your fellowship with Christ and I will tell you where you can find Him. Did you lose Christ by forgetting the prayer closet? Then that is where you go back to seek and find Him. Did you lose Christ through sinning? Then the only way to find Him is to give up your sin and ask the Holy Spirit to discipline you. Did you lose Christ by neglecting to read and study the Sciptures? Then yes, (you guessed it) you will again find Him in the scriptures. The old proverb is true, "Look for a thing where you dropped it." Look for Christ where you lost Him for He has not gone away.

It is difficult to go back and look for Christ. When you get lost in a big forest and it's getting dark, it is hard to find your way back. I know this to be true because my oldest brother Alvin got lost in the woods. It got dark and he thought all hope was gone. The road back can be the hardest to travel. Twenty miles forward is easier than one mile back. When you find the Master stay close.

How did you lose Him? One would think you would never leave a friend so precious. He is ssssooo sweet. His words are comforting. His company is no doubt desirable. Why did you not watch Him every moment? Were you not afraid of losing Him?

Even though you let Him go, what a miracle that you are now seeking Him. Keep on looking. It is dangerous to be without the Lord. Without Christ you are like a sheep without a shepherd, a tree without water. With your "Whole" heart seek Him. Give yourself fully to the search and you will discover Him to be your joy and your gladness.

I am sharing what I know to be true. I have had to seek him more than once in my life. As a young wife and mother, hard times would challenge my faith and would cause me to fall out of fellowship with Jesus. I even struggled while wading through rough waters as my husband dealt with the call into the gospel ministry. God had to "prepare" me as well to be a compatible helpmeet, viable asset and not a liability. After many ups and downs throughout this process, I finally cried unto the Lord as did David...."Lord return unto me my salvation". It was then that the Lord took me back where I first believed and restored me back into the fellowship with Him. I don't want to ever have to search for Him again. For He is truly my joy and my gladness.

And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.

Jeremiah 29:13

Ode of Dora Anderson Wilson...

2008-09-03T19:13:00.021-05:00

Have you ever had the blessed priviledge of being loved by an extrodinary individual? I mean VERY extrodinary. It is an experience above all others. The love is so great that you see no fault and don't believe that a person that has this overwhelming ability to make you feel completely loved can do anything wrong. You can't even explain it. Hardly no one else has come close to this kind of love (except mama). It is a love and relationship like non other. It isn't a love like a mate to a mate, a sister or brother kind of love. It is very very close to the love of an exceptional mother, father, grandparents and bodyguard rolled into "one" person.

I have had this kind of love that started before I knew I ever existed and it was cut off way before I wanted it to while in middle school. Her name was Dora Anderson Wilson, affectionately known as Aunt Dora. She was double kin to me. She was the sister to my maternal (big mama) grandmother's father, which made her my great great aunt first. She later married and became the second wife of my maternal (big daddy) grandfather's father, which made her my step great grandmother. She raised my grandfather from the age of three after his mother died and was a wonderful step-mother. She was also very much in the life of my grandmother (her niece) from the time my grandmother lost her mother at age eight years old. She became an Angel to many during that time. She was very much a nurturer, teacher, role model, and mentor. Very quiet and unassuming. She was plain and average looking with dark brown, beautiful, soft skin and very soft fine hair. She stood about 5'1" and about 65 lbs over her ideal weight. To lay against her or rest on her lap was very cozy. She was a devout Methodist and Godly woman who prepared wonderful Sunday dinners and holiday meals. She had NO patience with unruly children. She knew how to put you back in check and on the strait and narrow path.

My mother was her pick of the liter out of eleven children my grandparents had, and she took her to live with she and her husband while mama was a small child. After my parents were married and had me they were still living with her until relocating to the city where they reside presently. I was about 18 months old at the time. The story goes that I became very very ill as an infant and it was she who stayed up for days after the doctor gave up. She nursed me back to health, smearing me with all kind of stuff and praying so loud that the neighbors could hear. I am not supposed to be here according to that story. She became completely deaf after a bout with smallpox as a young adult. She learned how to read lips perfectly on her own. You would not have ever suspected she could not hear anything. When I was about five years old one warm sunny summer day in the country; she and I were walking through the woods on a narrow trail. I was singing (as usual) as I skipped along behind her. Little did I know (but her instincts did) that a whipping snake was making a whistling sound coming up behind me. She grabbed me and ran to safety. Listen, I was walking behind her, the snake was behind me, she was COMPLETELY deaf, how did SHE know about the snake? The family's reply to MANY stories like this one was always...."nobody but God".

I could go on and on about her unconditional love and I'm sure she will come up again in another blog. The only other person who shares this sentiment with me and knows exactly what I mean about Aunt Dora is my own mother. She also had this kind of love from her. I'm blessed to be loved by so many other people. I have great parents, an incredible husband, loving children, grandchildren, etc. and I am truly blessed. I thank God daily that I have them.

I pray that All of you experience a "human" love like this on this side of the Jordan. I know her love was sent from the very heart of God, for He IS love. I thank God for the human touch of my loving family but especially my Aunt Dora's. Thank you God for giving exceptional love through your Son Jesus Christ. I truly loved her and I know without a doubt she loved me.

Thank you Aunt Dora!

Mrs. Dora Anderson Wilson 1882 - 1966
Proverbs 31:10-31
R.I.P.

"Don't Worry, Be Happy"

2008-08-30T00:30:00.005-05:00

We can all agree that we have had some good days and we have had some bad ones. Our Pastor tells us every Sunday morning that "EVERY day is a good day when you love the Lord". Each time he says this, especially when I have had a tedious week of struggle, it convicts me. I began evaluating whether I spent to much time worrying than I should have. Then I think about where would I be without God. Knowing without Him my circumstances would be fatal. There is hope in Jesus. In spite of how bad I think it is...because of Him, it is a good day.

What makes YOU happy? I know it could be a variety of things. What is the top five? The things money can't buy or do you think....more money, more happiness? Certainly, it could buy less worries... don't you think? Come on, be real. Worries out of the way could make way for happiness, right? I'll give you a minute to think about it. Are you going to answer what is politically correct or do you have a different analogy about real happiness?

The word tells us many things about having joy and contentment. There are ways to have such happiness. First of all the believer should take care that our happiness has its foundation in the Lord (Psalms 43:4). We should be happy and rejoice that He sits on the throne and He rules all things. The Christian delights not only in what God is, but also in what He has done. So let His people tell of His mighty acts. A real good and happy day for me is thinking upon His goodness and praising Him because He's God. In recent days I have been shouting about another storm he just brought me through. This feeling of great relief to a problem solved. Thank you Jesus! "It sure is a happy day" (quote from Gone with the wind).

Let us not cease from rejoicing. As new mercies flow, our gladness in the Lord's loving acts and grace should make us thankful. It should make us happy and it should make us sing (Exodus 15:1-2). Let us be glad in the Lord.

Matthew 6:31-33

"A Charge To Keep I have"

2008-08-26T15:39:00.020-05:00

In the process of anwering many emails and my response to some of my blog family members, I have reflected on many seasons of my life lately. I have thought about (thanks to Rev. Aaron) the very early memories of my childhood. I have also thought about my relationships with the opposite sex and its experiences, and how I came to fall in love with an incredible man. I shared with my youngest son not long ago that with life comes more and more experiences to share. I have communicated so much of my life, the good and the bad, with many who seek answers to so many questions about what they are facing. It is strange how they are drawn to me even before their own family members or parents. All I have is life's lessons to draw from along with the word of God to warn of the do's and don'ts of a particular issue. I have been approached by Pastors seeking a female's point of view ocassionally. I believe and I KNOW God has given me these life experiences and stories to share with "whomsoever" for such a time as this.

As the Pastor's wife, when "I" have questions, when "I" am in despare "WHO" (humanly speaking) am "I" to go to? To my Pastor? What if the issue at the time may be WITH my Pastor? I have had to struggle many times alone and lonely. It was only God who brought me through when I felt no one would understand and/or would make light of my concerns. Then here comes Satan. Trying to conquer my soul at it's most vunerable time. I am wide open. The struggle gets more intense because I have to deal with the discouragement tactics of the devil PLUS the problem at hand. I am grateful that I have gathered along the way some astonishing victories and praise reports.

After the ocassional conflicts life brings I have found that for me a revival has to take place within my soul. I sing songs like "Take me back where I first believed" to relive my rebirth into the life of Christ. Then I say to my soul that "I made a vow" a long time ago and I'm determined to reach my goal. As Pastor Kraig so plainly puts it..."this is just a shift in the wind" on my Christian journey. It can be all good today, then the wind shifts and I'm fighting to remain strong in the Lord. God has found favor in each of my attempts bouncing back with a greater witness and determination. It has been proven to me time after time that God does answer prayer.

And finally, I rejoice being always reminded that "A charge to keep I have and a God to Glorify an ever dying soul to save and fit it for the sky" I will take nothing for my journey thus far and gladly share what I have learned and overcome to help strengthen others for this same pilgrimage. Thank God for His amazing restoring and keeping power. I will remain steadfast until this race is over with the help of the Lord.

James 1:12

Vi's Expressionism...

2008-08-22T22:18:00.011-05:00

Hello Blog Friends,

Since becoming a new blogger, I have been anxious to put my thoughts to blog on a regular basis. That is not always an easy thing to do. I have been hanging around you fellas for quite a while now, even before I started my own blog. I couldn't wait to see what you wanted to share and talk about each time I logged on. I always tried to hold myself back from being the first to comment. That didn't always happen.

I was itching to put my "two cents worth" in (and still do) on every subject you all talked about. So far I haven't messed around or commented on the sermon outlines. I do read them and learn a few things in the process. You had me going to my study bibles and dictionaries many times. It is a welcomed and refreshing challenge. I was really happy when my thoughts, insight, outlook, and conclusions coincided with yours. I was REALLY thrilled when Pastor H.B. Charles preached from my favorite scripture (you all know it) and placed the outline on his blog. Ocassionally, I have had a few questions (sometimes very painful) for you to answer. Thank you for your patience and sensitivity to my dilemmas even though you didn't know who I was.

So far I have been gathering my Sons blog buddies and you have been very gracious to me. If you are just humoring your Pal's Mom, don't worry, maybe the newness will wear off quickly and I will be off into a new thing. You can incorporate that request into your daily prayers (LOL). We all know God will hear and He answers.

I am not through gathering new blog constituents. So far I have been hanging out with some of you Pastors. I look forward to inheriting the Sistas, Brothas, Young People, and folks of other cultures. I anticipate learning even more and the sharing of one another's lives.

I had the need to communicate this to you since you are still getting to know me as your new blog friend. I pray that some that I am about to gain are reading this and will comment. I get sooooo excited to see you stop by. It makes my day. I really really do honor every prayer request and hope you do the same for me.

So, I can hardly wait, I want to know...."What do YOU think about "Something"? Blog me.

"Black is not only Beautiful But..."

2008-08-18T21:31:00.005-05:00

I like many others have been preoccupied by the media with subjects, opinions, accusations and curiosities of the African American or Black sociological culture. Recently, I have even seen old movies resurface on just about anything that will better enlighten other ethnic groups on the subject. They give a "standing on the outside looking in" prospective on the everyday life of the African American. Almost every talk show, major television newwork special, professional panal discussions, etc. are putting it on out there. Why Now? I have my thoughts why we (blacks) are so closely analyzed at this particular time in history. I think it is a good thing to come out of darkness into the marvolous light about anything. I am just so surprised how until now, there was no initiative.

I was reading a couple of articles in my issue of Jet magazine. I came upon a headline in the communication's section entitled "CNN's Black America Report Sets Viewing Records". It goes on to say that the documentary series "Black in America" was the highest rated program in its time slot. It aired two nights "The Black Man" and "The Black Woman & Family" with over 2.6 million viewers both nights. The article did not say black viewers only. Another article: "Vogue Italia Goes Black" informs Jet readers that Vogue released an all black issue in July for the first time EVER. Featuring black related subjects, only black models, they even included an article on Ebony magazine. It sold out in the United States and England in less than 72 hours. It went back for reprint for 30,000 copies for U.S., 20,000 for Italy and 10,000 for Britain. Am I the only one amazed by this?

For some reason, NOW our diversities must be made clear. Is it because "if I am to follow you, take instructions from or let you have authority over me, I've got to completely understand you? Isn't the character of a human being and individual enough? I was young when President Kennedy campaigned. For some reason I was intensely interested for my age. I don't remember documentaries made of his ethnicity (an Irishmen) or religion (Catholic). As a people we wanted to know if he was going to be sensitive to the issues at hand. We had some serious "Negro" issues and problems in that day. We had to trust blindly that he was the candidate that could best serve the entire american society and not put blacks on the back burner. One thing I do remember. Hearing the opinions of our Pastors, Elders and seniors of the black community. They were concerned that whomever was to take office in our government, had to be saved. A person that was filled with the fear of God and would head this nation in a manner that would reflect Christian beliefs.

So, what I have heard, read and seen lately,"Black is not only Beautiful but Profitable"

This is my "two cents worth" I'd like to get yours. Be Blessed.

BonVoyage My Kwee...On to the Next

2008-08-15T22:14:00.015-05:00

This is our first born Grandson

Kory LaQuess Pullam

Affectionately known as Kwee

by Me

Today has been a strange kind of day for me. I am feeling fine since fighting a summer cold for awhile. I have been going through some minor emotional spurts throughout the day. Because Kory leaves for college camp today before the fall semester starts. He won't be back until he has a fall break. This is his first college year and he will be off on his own without his parents and of course "me".

I have been reflecting all day of his many transitions since his birth. I was there at the hospital when he took his first breath. I could not believe I was somebody's Grandma. I was to young to be called that so, Nana it was going to be from now on. He touched my heart in a unique way. I didn't think that would happen again as lovingly, after the birth of my own sons but it did. Everything seemed as though it was a first for me all over again although I had been a mother three times already. The firsts were so exciting again.....LOOK, he smiled, he laughed, sitting up on his own, Did he say Mama or Nana? Oh boy! he took his first step. We all were so proud to see him take on each challenge like a champ. With each new conquest I felt as I always did about Kory's dad (Kevin)...there is nothing he can't do, so on to the next.

Well, it's been a lot written in your history since that first step. Grade school, sports, acne, hurt, pain, driving lessons, prom, graduation, etc. Now, it's on to the next.

Again I feel like he is about to take his first step. I know there is a possibility of falling but there is no doubt in my mind that he will get up and eventually began running. There will be some more firsts before him. May he choose always to follow Christ in all of his ways.

I know his parents are feeling much of the same way that I am, probably even more so. I pray for all of us as we settle into the idea that Kory is off and running. He has been prepared for this season in his life. I am sure he will have a safe journey.

Bonvoyage My Kwee

Nana

Weez Here Fellow Bloggers!!

2008-08-14T20:37:00.005-05:00

Well I finally made it to the wonderful world of Blogging. I have been snooping around for a while on many of your blogs and putting in my "two cents worth". Thought it was time for you to return the favor. I am anticipating the possibility of gaining some wonderful blog friends. I don't know if I will post daily, weekly, etc. I will however do so when my mind is stirred up to do so. I will expect your complete honesty in your comments. NO REPROBATE MINDS ALLOWED. So, Dont be shy, lets share. I have an open mind to exchange insights and ideas as long as the subject matter is decent and in order.

All I have left to say to annouce my arrival is a quote from my favorite movie

Gone With The Wind

"Weez Heah Miss Scarlett"