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Ready or Not


Are you ever really ready for what life may throw you? I think, for myself that is where faith comes in. It is sooo difficult for me to not try and control all that is around me. Even though honestly, I don’t control any of it at all.

Life sometimes feels like a looking glass. Do you ever just stop and look at the people that you pass by? The guy holding the sign that says “will work for food”? How easy could that become you or me?

We all have dreams and goals right? My dream when I finally decided to publish my book was to have the ability to help others like myself, to give back. Until then, I was also working full-time at a day job to make ends meet. As of last Friday, I am now unemployed. Am I scared? Yes & No.

I know God will provide. Maybe this was His way of telling me my focus needed to be solely on my book, and all the outreach that I was limited on doing b/c of my job. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I do know that there is no such thing as a sure thing in this life.

God has always been there, and I just need to let go & let Him. I am amazed and humbled everyday with the fans I talk too. The strength and courage it takes for so many to share is nothing short of amazing. I feel honored to be able to share my experience, strength and hope with all of them and them with each other.

For today, I have a roof over my head, food on the table to feed the 4 little mouths I am responsible for, and the health of our family of 6. Be grateful always…when someone is down, reach to him or her and help to uplift them.

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  1. YOU HAVE BEEN DOWN ROADS THAT THE REST OF US COULD NOT TRAVEL AND YOU HAVE TRAVELED THEM GRACIOUSLY. THIS IS JUST A SMALL BEND IN THE ROAD

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