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I am the grandmother of 6 handsome young men, aging from 15 to 32. I am the mother of one beautiful, courageous woman. I am the daughter of a strong proud mother. I am the product of the influence of two extraordinary men that I was privileged and blessed to call ‘Dad’ and ‘Daddy’. I am the ‘Big Sister’ to six remarkable people who really don’t know me and I really don’t know them, as brothers and sisters should. I am a love-filled misunderstood child of God. I have been blessed to create poetry effortlessly for as long as I can remember. I know this gift is from God because throughout my life, during times of trials and tribulations, I have found myself with a pen in my hand, writing something that I personally was not even thinking about at the time. The finished product has always been a masterpiece to me. I know the Lord intends for me to share these words with His people.
This book is the recipe for my walk with Christ while at Second Baptist Church in Merced, CA where Dr. Ronald Dunham Sr. is the Pastor. I call it a recipe because these sermons were what kept me going for fourteen years. They were my soul’s food.
When I came back to Merced in 2003, I was still a new Christian. I had been going to church regularly for six years. I prayed for God to send me to where I could grow. I prayed for Him to send me where I could be of service to glorify His kingdom.
He sent me to Second Baptist Church where most of the members were related to me. I had been gone for over 35 years and all throughout that time, I heard nothing but bad gossip about Second Baptist Church and had made up my mind that I did not want to go there.
One Sunday, after leaving the morning service of one of the many local churches on the (what used to be) black side of town, I felt like I had just left a performance instead of worship. I asked God to send me to a place where my soul could be fed. He led me straight to Second Baptist. When I walked through the back door, the Pastor was in front of the church with his arm around a little boy’s shoulder. He told the congregation that this young man was asking for prayer for his father. At that moment boys and men of all ages came from all over the church and stood around this young man as the Pastor prayed. After the prayer, the men and boys stood in a long line and each came by and either hugged the young man or shook his hand. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. There was such a feeling that came over me.
I had come home to be a part of a village. This was my village.
A collection of inspirational poems written for and about women....mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends. Our bond is unbreakable.
On December 31st, 2019
I was full of hope, like so many.
For all the possibilities of change
That would come with 2020
Well, it was all that and a bag of chips
The good and the bad were there
The devastation was historical
Many families found power in prayer
There are so many empty seats at the table
Because of what happened in 2020
The Pandemic, hatred, COVID-19
You name it. The reasons are plenty
Living through a pandemic is hard enough
The restriction is too much for some
They become mean and take it out on others
And then violence overcomes
With limitations on businesses opening doors
People’s livelihoods on the line
Advocates formed all across the world
True colors began to shine
What does your neighbor truly stand for?
Where is his or her heart in this fight?
COVID-19 has a mind of it’s own
So together we must do what’s right.
We must wear masks and use sanitizer.
We must social distance and pray
We open our eyes and continue to fight
For a future that’s a better way.
We need a better way to communicate
No matter what party you vote
We need a better way than yesterday
That’s fueled by prayers and hope.
Lord as we end this month of Black History
In two thousand twenty-two
I lift you up and praise your name
It’s all because of You
It’s because of you we made it through
You’re in our souls....in our bones
The Pandemic created roadblocks
That we’re turning into steppingstones
Help us to not let our children fall
Because of their Wi-Fi connection
Help us hold them up and lead them
Giving guidance and direction
Help us continue to make Black History
To contribute and answer our call
It’s who we are and what we do
It’s American History after all
Lord as we’re celebrated across the nation
During this month of February
Let us end on a positive note
That we will continue to carry
Help us to positively show some love
To a stranger…to a friend
Help us to do this every month
In Jesus’ Holy name