Which Do You Want?

Meditate On This (Jesus Transforms)

God Wants You To Know....

What Have You Thanked God For?

I Love To Read...

Be Positive

Give Me Strength

Remembering Those We Lost in the Tornado....

Minnie Acklin, 73 
Jerry Artis, 51 
Scott Atterton, 23, UA student from Bryant 
Jennifer V. Bayode, 35 
Michael Bowers, 3 
Loryn Brown, 21, UA student from Wetumpka 
Mary Bryant, 43 
Graham Davie, 55 
Ta' Christianna Dixon, 11 months
Danielle Downs, 24
Arielle Edwards, 22
Makayla Edwards, 5
Melgium Farley, 58
Cedria Harris, 8
Keshun Harris, 5
Ashley Harrison, 22, UA student from Dallas, Texas
Shena Hutchins, 26
*Carolyn Ann Jackson, 50
Jacqueline Jefferson, 45
Thelma Krallman, 89
Davis Lynn Latham, 57
Tennie Mozelle Lancaster, 95
Velma T. Leroy, 64
Dorothy Lewis, 61
Thomas D. Lewis, 66
Yvonne Mayes, 61
Christian A. McNeil, 15 months
William Robert McPherson, 85
Zy'Queria McShan, 2
Melanie Nicole Mixon, 26, UA student
Perry Blake Peek, 24
Lola Pitts, 85
*Terrilyn Plump, 37
Kevin Rice, 36
Annie Lois Humphries Sayer, 88
Judy Sherrill, 62
Morgan Marlene Sigler, 23, UA student from Bryant
William Chance Stevens, 22, Stillman College student
Justin Leeric Thomas, 15
Patricia Turner, 55,
Willie Lee Turner III, 21,

I Know For A Fact...

Today...

Praying For My Hometown....

Sunday marks three years since an EF4 tornado swept across parts of northwest Alabama, and devasted our city and state...

When I First Met You

When I first met you 

I felt like I had known you forever, 

telling you my secrets 

and what I didn't want ever. 

you listened to me 

I bet you thought I'd never end, 

who would have thought 

we would become more than just friends. 

Over a period of time, 

I got to know the real you. 

A boy so caring and gentle, 

with a heart so true. 

You've survived your life 

with hurt and loneliness by your side. 

I told you I'd never leave 

because of the feelings I have inside. 

I know you 

like no one I have ever known, 

and sometimes I wonder 

what I'd do if you were gone? 

So I have decided 

time answers all. 

If it is meant to be 

time will remove the wall. 

I love the way we are together, 

you can always make me smile. 

Will it ever really be forever? 

I guess I will have to wait awhile. 

Time will reveal, what lies ahead 

but always remember 

what I have said. 

Meeting you has changed my life 

and I really love you so, 

the feelings I feel for you 

I am never letting go. 

Remember me always 

and I will too. 

I always think of 

me and you.

© Katie

Be You...

Change

Who Are You?

Are You A Visitor?

God loves us all.

 Why is it that some people attend the house of the Lord on certain holidays?

Easter is one of those holidays.

God is not a part time God...

So stop being a part time "child of God".

\Give Him every day of your life here on this earth

Happy Easter

Thank You Lord

Life Moves On

He May Not Be The Man For You

Sometimes a man's purpose in a woman's life 

is to help her 

to become a better woman for a another women.

It Will Be O-kay....

Healthy Women

I Am Not A B*&%h

Society has somehow made it okay to call a woman a b**ch and / or a whore.
But I want you to know, IT IS NOT okay !

It's sad, because there are some women

who aren't offended by being called those names.

Well, YOU SHOULD BE.

Neither of those names are on my birth certificate . . .
And I am sure they aren't on yours either.

There is something wrong when a woman thinks it okay to be called a "whore" ( a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet. )
or a "b**ch" ( a female dog).
There is nothing cute nor funny about it.

One of the things I want from a man is

that he not call me any name he wouldn't call his mother .
And if he does call his mother that. . .
Well, I am "not" his mother.

My name is Rose.

Another name I don't want to be called, is the "N" word.

Yes, I am Black. African American.
but I AM NOT a N****

No matter how you spell it .

Ladies,

( and if there are any men reading this...you too),

it's time for us to take a stand.

We are beautiful beings that God created
and God does not make junk. So
LET"S STOP THE MADNESS !!!

It Will Get Better

Time For A Change

Philippians 4:13

All That I Need by Henry Lee Battle

I can do all things through Christ 

who strengthens me.

Our First Dance

Blue Moondance by Jason Delancey

So I dreamed of you last night, 

A dream of pure laughter, 

But in this dream, 

We danced

Into the morning light, 

It twas no ordinary dance, 

We danced close, 

Staring into the eyes of our partner, 

It twas like a waltz, 

One two three, 

One two three four, 

One two three, 

But do I remember your name? 

Really wished I did, 

Remembering your smile, 

Oh your beautiful smile, 

But… those eyes, 

Speckles of joy, 

Shimmering through your eyes, 

I still do remember that first embrace, 

Your hands so soft, 

As soft as velvet, 

Holding me as we danced, 

A dance I cannot and will not forget, 

I was dazed by your beauty, 

The first time we danced, 

To a song close at heart, 

One two three, 

One two three, 

Out and a loop, 

Out and around, 

Out and a loop, 

And into my arms once again

It twas magical, 

It twas that of pure beauty, 

I waited for time, 

To give us another round, 

As I lay down my head, 

Thinking of dreams ahead, 

I asked to myself, 

May I never forget, 

The dance we had on the night we met… 

Tinus Erasmus

Today's Funny

Autism Awareness

Love Yourself First

Hmmm....

The Difference Between Men And Women

Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

And then, there is silence in the car.

To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.

And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...

"Fred," Martha says aloud.

"What?" says Fred, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)

"What?" says Fred.

"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Fred.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.

"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Fred.

"That way about time," says Martha.

"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

"Thank you, Fred," she says.

"Thank you," says Fred.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.

They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"

And that's the difference between men and women. 

The Word For Today is "Forgiveness"

Autism Awareness

The Only Way "You" Can Be

Try To See The Good In Everything...

Masterpiece

Kisses In The Rain

Pouring outside

we're running hand in hand

jumping in puddles

and laughing like kids

Never thought we'd meet

You couldn't believe

How we fit together

perfectly

That spark 

when your hand touches mine

or those butterflies

we feel all the time

How I can take 

your breath away

just by kissing you

in the rain 

Jasmine Thompson