James 3:13-18 The Right Kind of Wisdom

Christ, RetroStank, Self Esteem, self improvement

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“Who is wise and understanding among you? By his good conduct let him show his works in the meekness of wisdom. But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth. This is not the wisdom that comes down from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.”

‭‭James‬ ‭3:13-18‬ ‭ESV‬‬

I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. 

Africa, Atlanta, Beauty, Creativity, Culture, Entertainment, Ethnic, Family, History, Latin America, Love, Music, My Happenings, New York, Self Esteem, Technology, Videos, Writing

I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a ‘mistake’ is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown.-Hugh Prather

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Sun splash, 

Crystal Palace,

Bob Marley and green pear tea.

Pancake breakfast for three:

The century before cars, ministers travelled on their feet.

Prayer amidst the pain, mellifluous and soothing.

Rich enough to spare a smile when the  purse is down to dimes. 

Life (is) spiced by relationships.

As permanent as white beaded anklets, sincerity is its own tatoo.

The ratio of joy to rain is 3:2.

-R.S.

Written 5-2-2015 amidst surviving.

Sweet Orchard Skittles

Atlanta, poetry., Self Esteem, Spirit and In-Spirit-ation

The Answer

Family, RetroStank, Self Esteem, Spirit and In-Spirit-ation

This is a Read-Aloud exercise.

A MUST READ-ALOUD EXERCISE:
A MUST READ-ALOUD EXERCISE:

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

My grandmama taught me to meditate  on Him. Repeating His name as she cleaned the kitchen, washed her dishes, and cooked the vegetables from her garden. She chanted His powerful name while she put the cornmeal back in the cabinet, and the milk and eggs back in the box.

The peace and the energy that gave her!

My grandmama was a witness wherever and whenever: at Brookshire’s, at Simmons Bank, at the Extension Office, at Ford Car Servicing. She was a little old Paul of Tarsis in terms of her fervency in spreading the Good News.

So I am obligated by her example to share who He is. Our Redeemer. The Master. Our Savior. Forever.

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.  John 14: 6

I love the Lord. He IS ALWAYS there. In my darkest hour, I tried Him. When my grandmama died, I was eight months pregnant. It was about 10 pm when I found out. I laid across the sofa and called His name. I loved my grandmother. I lived with her in my youth and in young adulthood. I expected that she would meet her first great-grand. But He is your present help.

I’m still here. Ain’t wearing head-to-toe black everyday and crying all over myself, I trust Him.

Confess your sins, repent, and be baptized. He is waiting on you.

💗

R.S.

All My Trials

Family, Mind., RetroStank, Self Esteem, Spirit and In-Spirit-ation

folks wanna read that light, fluffy stuff, but I have to be real: life in 2015 is often full of doo-doo. 

I done took some hits, yall.

Like Langston Hughes, life sho ain’t been no crystal stair. 

  
I am asking God to tell me. Show me, what I must do. 

The “shucks” or “lowballs” are up in the thousands like those arrow-shaped waiting tickets near closing time…I been holding back the tears so long my mouth taste like  straight salt water from all the Undropped tears slipping back into my throat. I will tell you what my shortcomings are: too hard-headed, too self-reliant, uncommunicative about issues, and lately, a bad planner.

 I am striving.

 My husband is STRIVING. 

The systems, man, are structured against us. The odds are stacked like monoliths. 

BUT!

Jesus is the only one for me, when I think of Him. My mind is worry-free, so free, so free. All the struggles of this world can’t get me down. Cuz in Him, I found. In Him I found, sweet peace of mind. 

(Song here: http://youtu.be/AL8Ohs39O5Q)

That’s all folks. 

  

Emotional Abuse stemming from childhood

Family, Self Esteem

Invisible scars. Wells, scratches and bruises on the spirits of many adult African-American men and women. Talking sharply is a strong suit in our culture, but God wants us to speak life and speak love. I pray that our emotional scars be made whole.

Read the following:

http://www.vachss.com/av_dispatches/disp_9408_a.html

Unlocking your inner champion

Entertainment, History, Self Esteem

Anthropology is the dream field of Lauren Nicole Akins. Alas, most people think that means I want to go on digs and look at dusty, crusty bones and fossils (there is completely nothing wrong with that, except the fact that they are confusing anthropology with archeology).

I remember doing high school fieldwork experiments with my kooky teacher, Maureen Ellis. Yall, I lived for seventh period on Maroon days: Stonewall Jackson High had an altering schedule of Gold days and Maroon days, so anthro was special. I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this. My mama can tell you I had Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece, slave tales, food from around the World, and other culturally specific books sprawling across my tan bedroom floor. I am a creep lol. Don’t let me go to Dekalb International Farmers Market or to a festival or an airport. I will be busy gazing at the beautiful Somali grandmother or the Japanese sushi chef’s gestures or the turquoise flower in ponytail of the Ecuadorian bus rider. People watching to the max! It makes me happy to see families out together or pretty people trying to be dainty or Kool ones expressing their unique swagger. And all I can think about, is creating characters out of each of them. You know, what are their favorite songs, colors, foods, and stories. Why do they do what they? For traditions? For social status? For personal happiness? I promise, if you looked at my thoughts, all of this would be there 65% of the time. I graduated with my Bachelor’s Magna cum laude. No, this fact is not included to boast, but to remind me of how astonied I am that three grad programs passed me over like I was a door marked with blood. I’ll admit, it took anthropology out of my daily thoughts and removed it to a less-frequented portion of my temporal lobe. Mind you, anthropology inherently involves travel, writing, and beauty (of art, clothes, food, people, so on and so forth) and that gets me going.

Today my little prince turned two months old and also, a couple of my good friends graduated from college, AND today I am twenty-five and eleven months old. So I’m thinking, what do I want out of next year and how will I make anthropology and writing a big part of my 2015?

My hubby put me on to Maxwell Maltz’s timeless guide called Psychocybernetics. Psychocybernetics
(Fast forward the video to about 12:00)

It is some hardcore stuff to get you noticing your opinions about yourself and how changing them WILL springboard you into a better and BEST future.

I encourage you to mentally timeline your childhood/adulthood area of passion and go hard for it!

Love and light.
Lauren Nicole