Well, someone who has gone through with the same thing that I have wasn't at Watch Meeting service. I was so surprised. That is so unlike him. A couple of people asked me about him. I didn't know what to tell them. I am praying for him.
He wasn't at Watch Meeting Service. What's up with that?
Excuse me Whilst I pray...
Lord, touch him. God heal the pain that he feels. God help him to forgive those that hurt him. God help him to continue on in his ministry. God bless his ministry.
Amen.
This is the personal diary of deartra d. Boone, where she posts her current thoughts, feelings, interests, and other things as needed. Everything that is written here, is In HER Own Voice!
12.31.2002
The Phone Call
Mother Moore called and blessed us out because we didn't call her on Christmas. Jerry and I didn't even call our birth mother. Mother Moore wouldn't listen. Oh well.
She got upset with us, also, because we ate nachos and pizza for Christmas. It was our Christmas, so we could do what we wanted to do.
Merry Christmas ya'll.
She got upset with us, also, because we ate nachos and pizza for Christmas. It was our Christmas, so we could do what we wanted to do.
Merry Christmas ya'll.
12.22.2002
A Prom Conversation
I didn't get to go to my prom in 1988 because of the religion of my mother. I have always felt slighted because I didn't go. I told my little god sister Shalitria. She is working on getting me a date so that I can go to HER prom. She is really working. She gives me updates regularly. She is going to let me go to HER prom. I am so shocked. I had always thought she was joking around with me, but she is serious.
I found out today what she is going to wear. She is going to be gorgeous and all dolled up. It looks like now, I am going to have to go all out and get dolled up, too. As she says, "This is my prom and I am going to look good." I told her that I wouldn't look better than her since it was HER prom.
I found out today what she is going to wear. She is going to be gorgeous and all dolled up. It looks like now, I am going to have to go all out and get dolled up, too. As she says, "This is my prom and I am going to look good." I told her that I wouldn't look better than her since it was HER prom.
Someone To Talk To
I won't say that I lied in my previous entry, but the Lord provided someone for me to talk to. I had planned on talking to Sis. S, but she wasn't at church. I ended up talking to my Trinity Temple godmother.
Let me tell you, she was on it. That woman can give some good sound advice when you catch her on a good day. What she said, was exactly what I needed.
Thank God.
She help me to understand some things about the humanity of people.
So often we forget that as Christians were are humans as well as the people in positions of authority are humans as well. We are all capable of getting our feelings hurt and hurting the feelings of others.
I just have to pray and put things in the Lord's hands.
Let me tell you, she was on it. That woman can give some good sound advice when you catch her on a good day. What she said, was exactly what I needed.
Thank God.
She help me to understand some things about the humanity of people.
So often we forget that as Christians were are humans as well as the people in positions of authority are humans as well. We are all capable of getting our feelings hurt and hurting the feelings of others.
I just have to pray and put things in the Lord's hands.
12.18.2002
No One To Talk To
I am very burdened by what is going on in my life right now. I really do not have anyone to talk to. I really need some kind of relief. Hopefully, I will figure out who to talk to eventually.
12.16.2002
Still No Word
I still have not received any word about my situation from the person in authority. I am wondering if I will ever hear anything about the situation.
12.15.2002
Trifling Drivers
I was riding with someone who is so trifling. We were on a two lane highway. He drove in the passing lane for most of the trip. People had to keep going around him in the right lane, because he was in the left lane. The sign clearly said, Left Lane Is For Passing Only. I read the sign to him, too. He said, "I'll pass someone eventually."
At one point and time, about seven cars passed us. I wouldn't have minded so much, but everyone kept cutting their eyes at me like I was the one driving.
Can I get a little help here, please?
Trifling drivers get on my nerves.
At one point and time, about seven cars passed us. I wouldn't have minded so much, but everyone kept cutting their eyes at me like I was the one driving.
Can I get a little help here, please?
Trifling drivers get on my nerves.
12.14.2002
The Dinner Party
Well, Jerry and I ended up sitting at the kid's table during the dinner party. Ain't that bout nothing.
The dinner party was nice. There was this couple there, I can't remember their last name, but the guy's first name was Larry. I forgot the lady's name. (I need Jesus.) I guy named Neil was there. He is Mother Moore's "friend".
It was fun listening to Bro. Larry talk. He had something to say about everything. Neil talked to. He was okay. The lady was nice. I was very impressed by her. She was very polite and respectful. It was cool.
The dinner party was okay.
Jerry and I were going to try to clean up the kitchen for Mother Moore, but she had this thing about no one else washing her dishes. It's no skin off my nose.
The dinner party was nice. There was this couple there, I can't remember their last name, but the guy's first name was Larry. I forgot the lady's name. (I need Jesus.) I guy named Neil was there. He is Mother Moore's "friend".
It was fun listening to Bro. Larry talk. He had something to say about everything. Neil talked to. He was okay. The lady was nice. I was very impressed by her. She was very polite and respectful. It was cool.
The dinner party was okay.
Jerry and I were going to try to clean up the kitchen for Mother Moore, but she had this thing about no one else washing her dishes. It's no skin off my nose.
Feeling Used
I have issues. When I go to visit someone in their home city, I expect them to spend time with me.
Mother Moore invited us down here for a Christmas dinner party. She has had Jerry and I doing all the work so far. She has been running all over creation and to the mall. I am beginning to feel a little used. Had she told us that she wanted us to come down to Atlanta to help her with the dinner party, I would not be feeling like this. She was supposed to be coming down here to chill and participate in a dinner party. We were not supposed to be cooking.
I am being nice because it is the holiday season, the time of giving and sharing, etc.
I will talk to her about it later.
Mother Moore invited us down here for a Christmas dinner party. She has had Jerry and I doing all the work so far. She has been running all over creation and to the mall. I am beginning to feel a little used. Had she told us that she wanted us to come down to Atlanta to help her with the dinner party, I would not be feeling like this. She was supposed to be coming down here to chill and participate in a dinner party. We were not supposed to be cooking.
I am being nice because it is the holiday season, the time of giving and sharing, etc.
I will talk to her about it later.
12.13.2002
Installation Service
I was able to see Eld. Richard "Mr. Clean" White installed as a bishop. It was a nice ceremony. I couldn't see anything from where I was sitting.
I wore a mink to the service. It was exhilarating wearing a full-length mink coat.
Everyone who was anyone was there. Jerry and I went with Mother Moore. We tried to sit with her, but the usher or seating coordinator would not let us sit with her. According to Mother Moore, the usher said, "Those are her children." The other lady said, "That makes no difference." Jerry and I didn't hear her say that. We understand how things work at the COGIC. If you are not someone in a position of authority, you will have to sit at the back of the church.
This one woman called some guy to sit by her. The seating coordinator tried to make him move several times. The woman told him not to move. She even told the seating coordinator to go on about her business. The seating coordinator did.
The seating coordinator made another man move and have to go sit by himself. It was very rude to make that man have to go sit by himself.
I once said that I wanted to be a jurisdictional supervisor in the COGIC, but I may change my mind after being at the installation. It was mostly about what the supervisors were wearing. That's pretty much the question asked by the people who were not there. "What did soinso have on?"
I am going to have to email Evg. Taylor and tell her that I feel her for real.
I wore a mink to the service. It was exhilarating wearing a full-length mink coat.
Everyone who was anyone was there. Jerry and I went with Mother Moore. We tried to sit with her, but the usher or seating coordinator would not let us sit with her. According to Mother Moore, the usher said, "Those are her children." The other lady said, "That makes no difference." Jerry and I didn't hear her say that. We understand how things work at the COGIC. If you are not someone in a position of authority, you will have to sit at the back of the church.
This one woman called some guy to sit by her. The seating coordinator tried to make him move several times. The woman told him not to move. She even told the seating coordinator to go on about her business. The seating coordinator did.
The seating coordinator made another man move and have to go sit by himself. It was very rude to make that man have to go sit by himself.
I once said that I wanted to be a jurisdictional supervisor in the COGIC, but I may change my mind after being at the installation. It was mostly about what the supervisors were wearing. That's pretty much the question asked by the people who were not there. "What did soinso have on?"
I am going to have to email Evg. Taylor and tell her that I feel her for real.
12.11.2002
Hurt Feelings
I tried to speak to someone in authority today, just so that I would not harbor any ill will to this person. I can tend to do that. When I am upset with someone, I will not speak to them. I tried to make sure that my heart was pure and unburdened.
I made eye contact with this person on several occasions. This person did not look at me or acknowledge me once. It is getting hard to be cordial and polite to this person.
I was not the only person to notice this. Someone else who was with me noticed it, too.
Lord, help me to be strong and to not have any hard feelings towards this person.
I didn't know people with this kind of rank could act like that.
I made eye contact with this person on several occasions. This person did not look at me or acknowledge me once. It is getting hard to be cordial and polite to this person.
I was not the only person to notice this. Someone else who was with me noticed it, too.
Lord, help me to be strong and to not have any hard feelings towards this person.
I didn't know people with this kind of rank could act like that.
12.10.2002
More Controversy
It's some more controversy going on in my life. I can't say much about it because it would open up the flood gates.
Something major is going on in a big organization and the head person in charge has not said anything on a big scale. I am wondering when the leader is going to say something.
Who knows?
Something major is going on in a big organization and the head person in charge has not said anything on a big scale. I am wondering when the leader is going to say something.
Who knows?
12.09.2002
New Story
I have come up with a new story that coinsides with LaDawnya's World. It explores the relationship between Kourtnee Adams and Colt Austin. It should be interesting as it developes.
12.03.2002
I Didn't Get to See Her
Mother Moore was in this part of the state for Thanksgiving. She was supposed to get by to see Jerry and I. Jerry got to see her, but I didn't.
I would be upset, but Mother Moore had a lot of drama this holiday, so I can't be upset.
I would be upset, but Mother Moore had a lot of drama this holiday, so I can't be upset.
Praying Yet Again
Lord, help me not to harbor any hard feelings or animosity. Please grant me the grace to stand fast.
Help me to continue to love and respect all those who are involved. Help me to be strong.
Amen.
Help me to continue to love and respect all those who are involved. Help me to be strong.
Amen.
D's Nails
D came up to the school today. He actually came by the church to pick up the cymbals from the drum set. He sat down and talked to me for awhile. I looked at his hands told him that they were dirty. I sat at the desk and cleaned them with the fingernail file that I had at my desk. I got a brief sensation while cleaning his nails. I quickly made the sensation go away.
I told him that the school was closing. I made sure that I told him not to tell anyone about it. He said that he was going to pray for me. He gave me a hug before he left.
Good grief that boy is too much for me! Why isn't he my age?
I told him that the school was closing. I made sure that I told him not to tell anyone about it. He said that he was going to pray for me. He gave me a hug before he left.
Good grief that boy is too much for me! Why isn't he my age?
12.02.2002
It's Official...
Well, it's official. I am losing my job. The school is closing. The letter we are sending out says that it is due to lack of students and exorbitant expenses. If only you knew the whole story.
Pray for me, please.
Excuse me while I pray.
Pray for me, please.
Excuse me while I pray.
11.30.2002
Thanksgiving Holiday
Thanksgiving was nice.
We got out of church late on Wednesday night. Jerry and I picked up the car and then drove to Stephenville. We reached Stephenville a little after 12:00 AM. Everyone was still woke. Us kids, Jerry, Alisha, Jamal, and I played video games, Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, until 4:00 AM in the morning. My stepmother was cooking.
We ate breakfast around 9:30 AM. Dinner was not going to be ready for a long while.
Jerry, Jamal, and I played video games (Pac Man) some more.
My daddy was not there for most of the day. He didn't get home until four something. Alisha spoke a word when she said, "It's quiet when Dad isn't here." I thought about it. It was very quiet without Daddy being there. Oh brother.
Dinner was ready at 5:45. I didn't eat that much because I didn't want to have a lot of food sitting on my stomach while we were riding back to Dallas. I must be too use to Jerry's cooking, because Mama Paulette's food did not taste like it had any seasoning on it.
Jerry and I drove back to Dallas.
Friday, I picked up my pay check and did some running around.
We drove to Refugio around 3:00 PM. We called my grandmother to tell her that we were on our way. She was about to begin fussing because we wouldn't get down there until 10:00 or 10:30. I had to tell her to stop fussing. We had to wait until Jerry got off from work.
We went with my mother to get a cellular phone. That was indeed an adventure of epic proportion. Everything was going smooth. We got the phone at Radio Shack. She had picked out one she liked. She picked out the Sprint plan she wanted. The Radio Shack staff was very cordial and helpful. I was very pleased with their customer service. The Radio Shack Staff called Sprint to activate the phone. The phone operator for Sprint acted a fool. He kept trying to get my mother to get a higher plan. She kept refusing. She got upset and handed me the phone. He tried to get me to get a higher plan. I told him no. He asked me to give the phone back to my mother. I did. He went back to trying to get my mother to get a higher plan. My mother went off...
"The people here have already explained this to me. I have told you several times that I don't need a bigger plan. I know I have fourteen days to change my mind, at the rate you are going, I am about to cancel this now!"
When she said that, every member of the Radio Shack Staff stopped what they were doing and looked at my mother. Jerry walked off from my mother. I stared at her. She handed the phone back to the clerk. He talked to the guy.
After all of this, my mother's phone was finally activated. The Radio Shack Staff teased us for a few minutes before we left the store. My mother thanked the Radio Shack Staff and told them that they had done a wonderful job. Jerry and I laughed all the way home, fooling with my Mama.
Jerry and I left Sunday morning. My mother's church was having a 3:00 service, so they didn't have church Sunday morning.
We stopped in San Marcos to go to the outlet mall. Traffic gong back to Dallas was congested and backed up. We stopped at a gas station. There was a line for the restroom. We had to go to another gas station.
We finally made it home.
This Thanksgiving holiday was great!
We got out of church late on Wednesday night. Jerry and I picked up the car and then drove to Stephenville. We reached Stephenville a little after 12:00 AM. Everyone was still woke. Us kids, Jerry, Alisha, Jamal, and I played video games, Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, until 4:00 AM in the morning. My stepmother was cooking.
We ate breakfast around 9:30 AM. Dinner was not going to be ready for a long while.
Jerry, Jamal, and I played video games (Pac Man) some more.
My daddy was not there for most of the day. He didn't get home until four something. Alisha spoke a word when she said, "It's quiet when Dad isn't here." I thought about it. It was very quiet without Daddy being there. Oh brother.
Dinner was ready at 5:45. I didn't eat that much because I didn't want to have a lot of food sitting on my stomach while we were riding back to Dallas. I must be too use to Jerry's cooking, because Mama Paulette's food did not taste like it had any seasoning on it.
Jerry and I drove back to Dallas.
Friday, I picked up my pay check and did some running around.
We drove to Refugio around 3:00 PM. We called my grandmother to tell her that we were on our way. She was about to begin fussing because we wouldn't get down there until 10:00 or 10:30. I had to tell her to stop fussing. We had to wait until Jerry got off from work.
We went with my mother to get a cellular phone. That was indeed an adventure of epic proportion. Everything was going smooth. We got the phone at Radio Shack. She had picked out one she liked. She picked out the Sprint plan she wanted. The Radio Shack staff was very cordial and helpful. I was very pleased with their customer service. The Radio Shack Staff called Sprint to activate the phone. The phone operator for Sprint acted a fool. He kept trying to get my mother to get a higher plan. She kept refusing. She got upset and handed me the phone. He tried to get me to get a higher plan. I told him no. He asked me to give the phone back to my mother. I did. He went back to trying to get my mother to get a higher plan. My mother went off...
"The people here have already explained this to me. I have told you several times that I don't need a bigger plan. I know I have fourteen days to change my mind, at the rate you are going, I am about to cancel this now!"
When she said that, every member of the Radio Shack Staff stopped what they were doing and looked at my mother. Jerry walked off from my mother. I stared at her. She handed the phone back to the clerk. He talked to the guy.
After all of this, my mother's phone was finally activated. The Radio Shack Staff teased us for a few minutes before we left the store. My mother thanked the Radio Shack Staff and told them that they had done a wonderful job. Jerry and I laughed all the way home, fooling with my Mama.
Jerry and I left Sunday morning. My mother's church was having a 3:00 service, so they didn't have church Sunday morning.
We stopped in San Marcos to go to the outlet mall. Traffic gong back to Dallas was congested and backed up. We stopped at a gas station. There was a line for the restroom. We had to go to another gas station.
We finally made it home.
This Thanksgiving holiday was great!
11.20.2002
11.14.2002
My Poetry Site
I have created a new poetry site called, My Poet's Voice.
I decided that I wanted a diary devoted solely to my poetry.
Enjoy.
I decided that I wanted a diary devoted solely to my poetry.
Enjoy.
Excuse Me Whilst I Pray
Lord, I just received some bad news. Please help me to hold fast, be strong, keep my joy and to know Your peace.
I will praise you in the midst of this storm.
Thank You, God.
Thank You for the strength to stand.
Thank You for the peace that passes all understanding.
Thank You for Your joy that is my strength.
Thank You, Jesus.
Amen.
I will praise you in the midst of this storm.
Thank You, God.
Thank You for the strength to stand.
Thank You for the peace that passes all understanding.
Thank You for Your joy that is my strength.
Thank You, Jesus.
Amen.
11.13.2002
Driving A Jaguar While Young and Black
We headed back to Dallas on Monday, 11-11-02. It was smooth sailing until we got into Greenville, Texas. In our home state. They have a billboard as you enter Greenville that says, "Greenville, You'll like the style." That's a lie especially if you are young African-American and driving a Jaguar.
We were stopped by the police of Greenville, Texas. The female officer came to my window and started talking. She says that we were going 80 miles in a 65 mile zone. I question that greatly. Jerry might have been going 75, but he was not going 80. Anyway, she asked Jerry to step out of the car. Then she began to grill me.
Officer: Where are you all coming from?
Me: Tennessee.
Officer: What were you all doing in Tennessee?
Me: We were at a church conference.
She shines her flashlight in the back of the car.
Officer: What are those in the back of the car?
Me: Oxygen tanks.
Officer: Why are they in the back of the car?
Now, I am thinking to myself, "Common sense should tell you that oxygen tanks are used for breathing."
Me: A friend of ours needed them to breath. We are taking them home for her.
Dumb Officer: Why do you have them?
It should be obvious to anyone that either our friend did not have a way to take them home or that our friend did not have enough room for them.
Me: Our friend flew and she asked us to bring them home for her.
Dumb Officer: Who is the driver to you?
Me: Huh. (I couldn't hear her.)
Dumb Officer: Who is the driver to you?
That should have been obvious to her. My brother and I look like my mother spit us both out at the same time instead of three years apart.
Me: He's my brother.
She walks off and goes to where my brother is.
When my brother got back in the car, this is what he told me.
The dumb female officer asked him,
1. Why did he rent a Jag?
2. When did he rent it?
3. When was he going to take it back?
4. How long was he going to keep it for?
5. Why did we have tanks in the back of our car?
1. The rental company gave it to us. (None of her business).
2. It was listed on the rental agreement which I gave her. (Again I say, none of her business).
3. It was listed on the rental agreement which I gave her. (Again I say, none of her business).
4. It was listed on the rental agreement which I gave her. (Again I say, none of her business).
5. We were transporting them. (She had already asked me that.)
I guess a young black man and woman cannot rent a silver Jaguar XJ8.
Dumb officer. Don't get me wrong, I respect police officers, but racism and stupidity is hard to respect.
Needless to say, Jerry and I plan on writing every official we can find an address or email for in the city of Greenville.
It's a bit ironic. On Friday night (11-8-02) at the Back Home Revival Hour of the Convocation, one of the preacher's said this, "He was alright while he was on the Arkansas side of Texarkana, but when he got on the Texas side of Texarkana, he got into trouble. When they say don't mess with Texas, they mean it."
Truer words have never been spoken.
Our crime was... Driving A Jaguar While Young and Black!
We were stopped by the police of Greenville, Texas. The female officer came to my window and started talking. She says that we were going 80 miles in a 65 mile zone. I question that greatly. Jerry might have been going 75, but he was not going 80. Anyway, she asked Jerry to step out of the car. Then she began to grill me.
Officer: Where are you all coming from?
Me: Tennessee.
Officer: What were you all doing in Tennessee?
Me: We were at a church conference.
She shines her flashlight in the back of the car.
Officer: What are those in the back of the car?
Me: Oxygen tanks.
Officer: Why are they in the back of the car?
Now, I am thinking to myself, "Common sense should tell you that oxygen tanks are used for breathing."
Me: A friend of ours needed them to breath. We are taking them home for her.
Dumb Officer: Why do you have them?
It should be obvious to anyone that either our friend did not have a way to take them home or that our friend did not have enough room for them.
Me: Our friend flew and she asked us to bring them home for her.
Dumb Officer: Who is the driver to you?
Me: Huh. (I couldn't hear her.)
Dumb Officer: Who is the driver to you?
That should have been obvious to her. My brother and I look like my mother spit us both out at the same time instead of three years apart.
Me: He's my brother.
She walks off and goes to where my brother is.
When my brother got back in the car, this is what he told me.
The dumb female officer asked him,
1. Why did he rent a Jag?
2. When did he rent it?
3. When was he going to take it back?
4. How long was he going to keep it for?
5. Why did we have tanks in the back of our car?
1. The rental company gave it to us. (None of her business).
2. It was listed on the rental agreement which I gave her. (Again I say, none of her business).
3. It was listed on the rental agreement which I gave her. (Again I say, none of her business).
4. It was listed on the rental agreement which I gave her. (Again I say, none of her business).
5. We were transporting them. (She had already asked me that.)
I guess a young black man and woman cannot rent a silver Jaguar XJ8.
Dumb officer. Don't get me wrong, I respect police officers, but racism and stupidity is hard to respect.
Needless to say, Jerry and I plan on writing every official we can find an address or email for in the city of Greenville.
It's a bit ironic. On Friday night (11-8-02) at the Back Home Revival Hour of the Convocation, one of the preacher's said this, "He was alright while he was on the Arkansas side of Texarkana, but when he got on the Texas side of Texarkana, he got into trouble. When they say don't mess with Texas, they mean it."
Truer words have never been spoken.
Our crime was... Driving A Jaguar While Young and Black!
Back From Convocation
Jerry and I got back from convocation on Tuesday after 12:00 AM. We would have been back earlier, but we had a complication. (I will get into that later.)
Guess what we drove to Memphis in. A JAGUAR. We were the lick rolling in an XJ8. God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good. All we had to pay for the Jag was $139. Can I say it again? God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good.
Excuse me. I feel a praise break. 1, 2, 3.
Ok, I'm back.
On Wednesday night, 11-6-02, our Aunt Cheryl brought some oxygen tanks to church for us to transport to Memphis for her. Good grief woman. We were told that it was an oxygen tank. We ended up riding down there with count them 1, 2, 3, 4, 5; yes five oxygen tanks in the back seat. Good grief woman.
We left Thursday morning at 3:30 AM. We had a nice trip down there. A girl named Dana from the church rode down with us. Dana was fun to hang around. We went to a museum in Arkansas. Dana decided to ride the handicap elevator instead of taking the three steps down to the next level. The girl hit the emergency button instead of the start button. That sent us running through the rest of the museum. When we got back to the first floor, we could still hear the alarm sounding. The security guard was running around on her walkie talkie trying to figure out what was going on. Jerry and I had to catch up with Dana because she was swiftly moving out the door.
Jerry and I did not make it to the main service until Monday. We stayed in until 10:30 each night and went to the Back Home Revival Hour with Madame Emily Bram Bibby and Superintendent McClendon Winbush. The services were nice. I played the drums as usual. I let a few people play this year. I got paid. Mother J gave me a think envelop with a bunch of ones, fives, and tens in it. Hey, money spends no matter what denomination it is.
Monday, we saw all of our people -- Evg. Francis Kelley, Mother Margaret Moore, Evg. Patricia Lewis, Evg. Dorinda Clark-Cole, and Eld. and Sis. Delley.
I spent $100 maybe even more on souvenirs this year. Lord have mercy on me.
We made it home safely. Thank the Lord.
Guess what we drove to Memphis in. A JAGUAR. We were the lick rolling in an XJ8. God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good. All we had to pay for the Jag was $139. Can I say it again? God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good.
Excuse me. I feel a praise break. 1, 2, 3.
Ok, I'm back.
On Wednesday night, 11-6-02, our Aunt Cheryl brought some oxygen tanks to church for us to transport to Memphis for her. Good grief woman. We were told that it was an oxygen tank. We ended up riding down there with count them 1, 2, 3, 4, 5; yes five oxygen tanks in the back seat. Good grief woman.
We left Thursday morning at 3:30 AM. We had a nice trip down there. A girl named Dana from the church rode down with us. Dana was fun to hang around. We went to a museum in Arkansas. Dana decided to ride the handicap elevator instead of taking the three steps down to the next level. The girl hit the emergency button instead of the start button. That sent us running through the rest of the museum. When we got back to the first floor, we could still hear the alarm sounding. The security guard was running around on her walkie talkie trying to figure out what was going on. Jerry and I had to catch up with Dana because she was swiftly moving out the door.
Jerry and I did not make it to the main service until Monday. We stayed in until 10:30 each night and went to the Back Home Revival Hour with Madame Emily Bram Bibby and Superintendent McClendon Winbush. The services were nice. I played the drums as usual. I let a few people play this year. I got paid. Mother J gave me a think envelop with a bunch of ones, fives, and tens in it. Hey, money spends no matter what denomination it is.
Monday, we saw all of our people -- Evg. Francis Kelley, Mother Margaret Moore, Evg. Patricia Lewis, Evg. Dorinda Clark-Cole, and Eld. and Sis. Delley.
I spent $100 maybe even more on souvenirs this year. Lord have mercy on me.
We made it home safely. Thank the Lord.
11.06.2002
This Here Hair of Mine
Well, I made it to the beauty shop at 5:05 PM. I didn't leave until 9:03 PM. My hair acted crazy. First of all, it wouldn't let go of the perm. Nette was washing my hair for have past forever. Secondly, my hair would not co-operate. She took the back part down three times. she took the front part down over five times. She would put a hair pin in to hold one part of my hair and the other part would pop up. It was working on my nerves. I worked Nette so hard that I felt guilty when I thought about not giving her a tip.
She kept telling me, "Are you telling your hair to act right?" I had told my hair to do right, but it wasn't listening. I even prayed.
I told her to fix it over twice. The back of my hair was not looking nice. I don't want people to be talking about me behind my head.
Anyway, I'm gone to Memphis. I will be back in business on Tuesday.
I'm gon get my praise on.
Up in here (Memphis)
Up in here (Memphis)
She kept telling me, "Are you telling your hair to act right?" I had told my hair to do right, but it wasn't listening. I even prayed.
I told her to fix it over twice. The back of my hair was not looking nice. I don't want people to be talking about me behind my head.
Anyway, I'm gone to Memphis. I will be back in business on Tuesday.
I'm gon get my praise on.
Up in here (Memphis)
Up in here (Memphis)
10.29.2002
Caught in the Mix
I nearly got caught up is some mess on Monday. I can't go into any details, but let's just say that none of it has anything to do with me. It is other folks project. I am only involved in it because I have some computer skills.
The main person in charge of the project was trying to pass the buck off to me. I am not even a part of the department that is doing the project. It turned it back on the project manager. Now, it's up to him to get back with the top man and get the go ahead.
My brother laughed at me because I actually decided to help out for a brief moment. I am sympathetic. I hate to see folk struggle, but I can only do so much. It's not on my back anymore.
That's what you get when you wait until the last minute to do something that you knew about three months ago.
The main person in charge of the project was trying to pass the buck off to me. I am not even a part of the department that is doing the project. It turned it back on the project manager. Now, it's up to him to get back with the top man and get the go ahead.
My brother laughed at me because I actually decided to help out for a brief moment. I am sympathetic. I hate to see folk struggle, but I can only do so much. It's not on my back anymore.
That's what you get when you wait until the last minute to do something that you knew about three months ago.
10.28.2002
Hormones, Old School COGIC...
And Some Other Stuff
Last week was a very hormonal week for me. I was having issues all week long.
Wednesday was the worse, because I was hormonal at church. I was irritated greatly at church. I sung with the praise team. I shouldn't have as hormonal as I was feeling. The praise team sung mostly moderate tempo songs. The elder in charge said, "Come on praise team, sing some Zion songs." I was expecting the praise team to sing some uptempo, make you wanna shout, hand clapping, foot stomping, songs, but no. I was standing in front of the church singing and thinking, "Can I get a little pepper sauce in this?" I hope no one in the sanctuary could tell what I was thinking.
I know that part of it was because I am anxious and excited about the upcoming COGIC National Convocation that occurs in a couple of week. Actually, it's in 13 days. I am so ready to go.
I grew up old school Church of God in Christ. I love the COGIC style of praise and worship. It is upbeat, lively, and it gets the blood going. You want to praise the Lord in the old school COGIC style of praise and worship.
Sunday at Superintendent Rylander's church, I got a dose of what I needed, old school COGIC style of praise and worship. It was wonderful. The organist played and sang during the offering. The music helped the offering move quickly. The whole congregation was singing, clapping, and giving.
We raised over $10,000 for Superintendent and Missionary Rylander in about 20 minutes. That's a miracle! Most anniversary or appreciation offerings take over 30 minutes. I have been at some where they have taken over an hour.
Squeezing money from "saved, sanctified, Holy Ghost filled church folk" is like pulling an alligator's teeth... your subject to get your head bit off.
Last week was a very hormonal week for me. I was having issues all week long.
Wednesday was the worse, because I was hormonal at church. I was irritated greatly at church. I sung with the praise team. I shouldn't have as hormonal as I was feeling. The praise team sung mostly moderate tempo songs. The elder in charge said, "Come on praise team, sing some Zion songs." I was expecting the praise team to sing some uptempo, make you wanna shout, hand clapping, foot stomping, songs, but no. I was standing in front of the church singing and thinking, "Can I get a little pepper sauce in this?" I hope no one in the sanctuary could tell what I was thinking.
I know that part of it was because I am anxious and excited about the upcoming COGIC National Convocation that occurs in a couple of week. Actually, it's in 13 days. I am so ready to go.
I grew up old school Church of God in Christ. I love the COGIC style of praise and worship. It is upbeat, lively, and it gets the blood going. You want to praise the Lord in the old school COGIC style of praise and worship.
Sunday at Superintendent Rylander's church, I got a dose of what I needed, old school COGIC style of praise and worship. It was wonderful. The organist played and sang during the offering. The music helped the offering move quickly. The whole congregation was singing, clapping, and giving.
We raised over $10,000 for Superintendent and Missionary Rylander in about 20 minutes. That's a miracle! Most anniversary or appreciation offerings take over 30 minutes. I have been at some where they have taken over an hour.
Squeezing money from "saved, sanctified, Holy Ghost filled church folk" is like pulling an alligator's teeth... your subject to get your head bit off.
10.21.2002
Most Supportive Usher
Sunday was our Usher Annual Day at church. I won Most Supportive Usher. I didn't win Female Usher of the Year. Sis. J got it. I was hoping that I would get it. I was disappointed that I didn't receive it. But since it was Sis. J that beat me, I wasn't upset as much as I would have been. Oh, well, there's always next year.
I asked someone why I was so supportive, the person told me that it was in my nature. I guess so. Anyway, always next year.
Sis. MJ gave Sis. R and Min. D a plaque honoring their mothers who were ushers, but have gone on to be with the Lord. Sis. R boohooed. Yesterday, Oct. 20, 2002, was the anniversary of Sis. R's mother's funeral. Sis. MJ is very good with dates.
Here's another date to remember. Sis. S's mother died on Sept. 11, 2002. If I know Sis. MJ, she will remember.
I asked someone why I was so supportive, the person told me that it was in my nature. I guess so. Anyway, always next year.
Sis. MJ gave Sis. R and Min. D a plaque honoring their mothers who were ushers, but have gone on to be with the Lord. Sis. R boohooed. Yesterday, Oct. 20, 2002, was the anniversary of Sis. R's mother's funeral. Sis. MJ is very good with dates.
Here's another date to remember. Sis. S's mother died on Sept. 11, 2002. If I know Sis. MJ, she will remember.
Guess What?
Guess what? Somebody dogged me out in my guestbook. They didn't even have the nerve to leave their name or their email address. Ain't that a blip.
Like I learned this weekend from listening to a message from 1978 by Dr. Richard Henton, "the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar.
It's my diary and I can talk about what I want to.
God is a good God.
Like I learned this weekend from listening to a message from 1978 by Dr. Richard Henton, "the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar, the devil is a liar.
It's my diary and I can talk about what I want to.
God is a good God.
10.04.2002
Other Stuff...
Editing & Writing
I am still editing the book for my father. He likes to use the word And. He also like using the ellipsis and quotation marks. It works my nerves sometimes. The typist that he has working for him types every and, ellipsis, and quotation mark that he writes down. I am still wondering how I was drafted to do the editing.
I am a very good editor. I am a good writer as well. Writing is in my blood. I have always written poems, stories, and essays that held people's interest. I remember when I was in the seventh grade. We were given the first few sentences of a story. We had to complete the story. We had to read our stories out loud. While everyone else was reading their stories, no one was paying attention to them, including the teacher. When I read my story, everyone paid attention to my story. Everyone liked my story, too. I was glad. I felt good. The writing bug bit me then.
Domino Interjection...
The computer is cheating again. Hold up... Fifteen Baby! Here we go, Fifteen more! Oh well, the computer just made me draw again.
Back to Editing & Writing
I enjoy writing probably about as much as D enjoys playing the drums. I work on my craft, so that I can get better. I think I am good. I have been published a couple of times in college. I don't know which way I want to go to get paid for writing. I have a textbook in the works. I also have a novel in the works. I am unsure of which way to go.
I think I am as creative with words as D is with the drums. I can just sit down and make up stuff. I do it all the time. When people see me writing, they always ask me, "What are you writing?" I usually say, "Nothing. I have to write things down when they pop into my head or my head will burst."
Since I have been editing the book for my father, it makes me want to be a writer even more. I have to stop procrastinating about it.
Musical Interjection...
I am listening to Karen Clark Sheard's 2nd Chance CD. I am feeling the cut entitled "I've Been Changed." I keep playing it over and over.
It's playing now.
I feel like doing the running man. I know that is an old dance, but the song is so mellow. The running man is the best dance to do to the song.
I am going to close on the musical interjection. I am going to get my praise on...
Later ya'll!
I am still editing the book for my father. He likes to use the word And. He also like using the ellipsis and quotation marks. It works my nerves sometimes. The typist that he has working for him types every and, ellipsis, and quotation mark that he writes down. I am still wondering how I was drafted to do the editing.
I am a very good editor. I am a good writer as well. Writing is in my blood. I have always written poems, stories, and essays that held people's interest. I remember when I was in the seventh grade. We were given the first few sentences of a story. We had to complete the story. We had to read our stories out loud. While everyone else was reading their stories, no one was paying attention to them, including the teacher. When I read my story, everyone paid attention to my story. Everyone liked my story, too. I was glad. I felt good. The writing bug bit me then.
Domino Interjection...
The computer is cheating again. Hold up... Fifteen Baby! Here we go, Fifteen more! Oh well, the computer just made me draw again.
Back to Editing & Writing
I enjoy writing probably about as much as D enjoys playing the drums. I work on my craft, so that I can get better. I think I am good. I have been published a couple of times in college. I don't know which way I want to go to get paid for writing. I have a textbook in the works. I also have a novel in the works. I am unsure of which way to go.
I think I am as creative with words as D is with the drums. I can just sit down and make up stuff. I do it all the time. When people see me writing, they always ask me, "What are you writing?" I usually say, "Nothing. I have to write things down when they pop into my head or my head will burst."
Since I have been editing the book for my father, it makes me want to be a writer even more. I have to stop procrastinating about it.
Musical Interjection...
I am listening to Karen Clark Sheard's 2nd Chance CD. I am feeling the cut entitled "I've Been Changed." I keep playing it over and over.
"I was a bird on the ground, using my legs to get around. I was a piano out of tune, but I've been turned around... Cause I can fly now and the song I play let's me know, I've been changed."
It's playing now.
"Twinkie, you know what I'm talking about. I know you do."
I feel like doing the running man. I know that is an old dance, but the song is so mellow. The running man is the best dance to do to the song.
I am going to close on the musical interjection. I am going to get my praise on...
"Nevermind what you heard, I'm not the same somewhere, somehow, some way, I reversed the way I do things... I've been changed."
Later ya'll!
Email To D & From D This is what I sent to D...
I have been promising to email you. I don't want to be a liar. I hadn't emailed you because I couldn't think of anything to say.
You are getting very skilled at playing the drums. You sound very good. Everyone at church can tell when you aren't on the drums. I am not trying to inflate your ego or anything, but you sound even better than Name Omitted on the drums. I don't know if that is because of your skill or because Name Omitted's heart is not into playing the drums anymore. I am going to say that it is because of your skill. (SMILE.)
I don't get to see much these days since you want to be a BMW (Black Man Working). Every woman wants a BMW. (SMILE). I'm not mad at you.
There is not a lot new with me. I am writing a story online. You can check it out http://ladawnya.diaryland.com/. IF you have time, I know you are busy these days.
I have to run, these crazy children are acting up. I gotta go regulate.
Later,
deartra
This is what D sent to me...
Hey girl, I really wanted to thank you for all our encouragement. It really means alot to me. You are the one person that notices my playing all the time. Its surprises me soooooo much how much you actually listen. Thanks for supporting me. You won't have to worry about me getting "Big Headed". I know none of this would be possible if it wasn't for God. Ever since I came back from North Dakota I have been seriously concentrating on my playing and my relationship w/God. I just think its now starting to pay off. You don't have no idea how I practice everyday, and I do mean everyday. I'm not satisfied w/just being Good, I want to be great. I always think that everytime I play, I'm sitting at the Lords feet and he is just telling me to worship him. I want to give him my best everytime I play. I still have to get a whole lot better, but hopefully by the end of this year I'll be where I want to be skill wise.
Again, thank-you for just simply being there for me. I know I have been a little busy going to work and doing my music thing. I need to do a better job at keeping in contact with you. Especially since you have e-mail, I have no excuse. I will talk with you soon. Miss ya!
Love, D.
That's all I can do at the moment. I feel my emotions working on me again.
You are getting very skilled at playing the drums. You sound very good. Everyone at church can tell when you aren't on the drums. I am not trying to inflate your ego or anything, but you sound even better than Name Omitted on the drums. I don't know if that is because of your skill or because Name Omitted's heart is not into playing the drums anymore. I am going to say that it is because of your skill. (SMILE.)
I don't get to see much these days since you want to be a BMW (Black Man Working). Every woman wants a BMW. (SMILE). I'm not mad at you.
There is not a lot new with me. I am writing a story online. You can check it out http://ladawnya.diaryland.com/. IF you have time, I know you are busy these days.
I have to run, these crazy children are acting up. I gotta go regulate.
Later,
deartra
This is what D sent to me...
Hey girl, I really wanted to thank you for all our encouragement. It really means alot to me. You are the one person that notices my playing all the time. Its surprises me soooooo much how much you actually listen. Thanks for supporting me. You won't have to worry about me getting "Big Headed". I know none of this would be possible if it wasn't for God. Ever since I came back from North Dakota I have been seriously concentrating on my playing and my relationship w/God. I just think its now starting to pay off. You don't have no idea how I practice everyday, and I do mean everyday. I'm not satisfied w/just being Good, I want to be great. I always think that everytime I play, I'm sitting at the Lords feet and he is just telling me to worship him. I want to give him my best everytime I play. I still have to get a whole lot better, but hopefully by the end of this year I'll be where I want to be skill wise.
Again, thank-you for just simply being there for me. I know I have been a little busy going to work and doing my music thing. I need to do a better job at keeping in contact with you. Especially since you have e-mail, I have no excuse. I will talk with you soon. Miss ya!
Love, D.
That's all I can do at the moment. I feel my emotions working on me again.
10.03.2002
He Emailed Me!
I am playing dominoes on the computer. Why did the computer make me draw all of the dominoes in the bone yard? This has nothing to do with this entry. I just felt it.
Here's The Reason for this Entry...
D finally emailed me. I am glad. I have emailed him three or four times and he hasn't returned any of my emails. My heart did a flip when I saw that he had emailed me.
(Maybe I'm Not) Over Him
Maybe I'm not over him. Maybe I still wish a friend. He could be to me. Together forever be. Maybe I'm not over him.
He's gone. Gone away. Maybe I'm not over him.
I don't know what to do. My hearts still hurts to the core. I don't know what to do. Oh, Lord, please help me to go through. Cause maybe I'm not over him.
Here's the explanation behind D.
D is ten years younger than me. I would have to be difficult and decide to like someone that much younger than me. He is a guy from my church. My pastor and single's ministry director is quite adamant about younger men - older women relationships. So, it would probably be a real struggle if we decided to date.
A number of other people in my life have told me to go for it, but I haven't. I make myself not think about him. It hurts to know that you have feelings for someone and you can't do anything about it. I am too old for this.
Here are some poems I wrote about/for him.
The poem mentioned above was not written about/for him. I wrote it about someone else, but the poem fit D, so I put it here.
He had been asking me to email him for the last two weeks. I had lept putting it off because I knew that it would cause me to feel emotions that I am trying to surpress.
Well, all day I am going to be feeling weird because of all of this. I am tearing up as I am writing this. I might have to put my name on the prayer list today. I can never do anything like a normal person. Abnormality is normal in the Madkins' family.
I am feeling too much emotion to finish this. I will try again later.
I didn't mean to go into all of this, but D finally emailed me.
Here's The Reason for this Entry...
D finally emailed me. I am glad. I have emailed him three or four times and he hasn't returned any of my emails. My heart did a flip when I saw that he had emailed me.
(Maybe I'm Not) Over Him
Maybe I'm not over him. Maybe I still wish a friend. He could be to me. Together forever be. Maybe I'm not over him.
He's gone. Gone away. Maybe I'm not over him.
I don't know what to do. My hearts still hurts to the core. I don't know what to do. Oh, Lord, please help me to go through. Cause maybe I'm not over him.
Here's the explanation behind D.
D is ten years younger than me. I would have to be difficult and decide to like someone that much younger than me. He is a guy from my church. My pastor and single's ministry director is quite adamant about younger men - older women relationships. So, it would probably be a real struggle if we decided to date.
A number of other people in my life have told me to go for it, but I haven't. I make myself not think about him. It hurts to know that you have feelings for someone and you can't do anything about it. I am too old for this.
Here are some poems I wrote about/for him.
The poem mentioned above was not written about/for him. I wrote it about someone else, but the poem fit D, so I put it here.
He had been asking me to email him for the last two weeks. I had lept putting it off because I knew that it would cause me to feel emotions that I am trying to surpress.
Well, all day I am going to be feeling weird because of all of this. I am tearing up as I am writing this. I might have to put my name on the prayer list today. I can never do anything like a normal person. Abnormality is normal in the Madkins' family.
I am feeling too much emotion to finish this. I will try again later.
I didn't mean to go into all of this, but D finally emailed me.
10.02.2002
I am A Reviewer Now
I recently became a reviewer for China Doll Reviews. I have done four reviews already. It's not that I am that good. I am just overzealous at times, but that's my character.
I am supposed to be a reviewer for another review site, LaLa Reviews.
In my profile, I made sure that I put that I am a missionary/preacher. First and foremost, that's what I am, A Woman of God.
I reviewed a diary where a young lady was considering no longer being a virgin. I felt the preacher in me rise up. I prayed for her as well as told her that there is nothing wrong with being a virgin.
I through for the moment. I might say something else later.
I am supposed to be a reviewer for another review site, LaLa Reviews.
In my profile, I made sure that I put that I am a missionary/preacher. First and foremost, that's what I am, A Woman of God.
I reviewed a diary where a young lady was considering no longer being a virgin. I felt the preacher in me rise up. I prayed for her as well as told her that there is nothing wrong with being a virgin.
I through for the moment. I might say something else later.
9.26.2002
Just Felt An Interjection
I just felt like adding this...
I have been surfing around through Diaryland. There are some very nice layouts on some of the diaries. How can you not help but follow the example of others.
Right now I'm listening to Detrick Haddon, "Lost and Found," track number 2...
I know how he feels too. My mama still thinks I'm her baby, too.
I will be glad when November gets here. I am ready to go to Memphis for the Convocation.
I have been surfing around through Diaryland. There are some very nice layouts on some of the diaries. How can you not help but follow the example of others.
Right now I'm listening to Detrick Haddon, "Lost and Found," track number 2...
I know how he feels too. My mama still thinks I'm her baby, too.
I will be glad when November gets here. I am ready to go to Memphis for the Convocation.
I'm Getting My Praise On...
All of the students are gone before 3:30 this afternoon. I am totally shocked. I am glad. I am sitting here by myself waiting on Jerry to come pick me up. He should be here by 4:30.
During lunch, one of my nostrils cleared up. Why in the world does one nostril clear up and the other stay congested. I have yet to figure that one out. I feel a little better.
I am still editing my father's book. He has some deep stuff in the book. It is a book about Christian Discipleship. He challenges the reader to really think. He is challenging me because I have to think like he thinks. Oh, Lord, help here somebody.
I received an email from someone who will remain nameless at this time. I believe that the person is a bit upset with me at the moment. That's the tone I got from the email. I am working on correcting it.
I really hate pop-up windows, but who doesn't. (I felt that one.)
Excuse me, I gotta go wipe my runny, itchy eyes.
Later!
P.S. Is it alright if I get my praise on right quick? 1-2-3, let's go in with it.
During lunch, one of my nostrils cleared up. Why in the world does one nostril clear up and the other stay congested. I have yet to figure that one out. I feel a little better.
I am still editing my father's book. He has some deep stuff in the book. It is a book about Christian Discipleship. He challenges the reader to really think. He is challenging me because I have to think like he thinks. Oh, Lord, help here somebody.
I received an email from someone who will remain nameless at this time. I believe that the person is a bit upset with me at the moment. That's the tone I got from the email. I am working on correcting it.
I really hate pop-up windows, but who doesn't. (I felt that one.)
Excuse me, I gotta go wipe my runny, itchy eyes.
Later!
P.S. Is it alright if I get my praise on right quick? 1-2-3, let's go in with it.
Sinuses, Oh Sinuses
My sinuses are acting crazy. I woke up twice in the wee hours of the morning with a snotty, runny nose. Good grief. It's 8:29 am and I can't breathe. How am I supposed to deal with these children. My head is pounding?
I have a lot on my plate now.
Interjection: What is it going to take to get through to him?
Back to my main thought:
I have a lot on my plate now. I don't mind. I am helping my father to edit a book he is working on. It's a lot of work to do.
Interjection: I cried, Lord, please help me!
I'm back. Not only am I editing the book for my father, but Mother Margaret Moore wants me to do a website for her. I haven't gotten to it yet. I am planning to spend this weekend devoted to doing it. (She can be very demanding at times.)
I have to go sneeze. I'll holla back later.
P.S. I wish I was getting paid for all this work I am doing. SMILE!
I have a lot on my plate now.
Interjection: What is it going to take to get through to him?
Back to my main thought:
I have a lot on my plate now. I don't mind. I am helping my father to edit a book he is working on. It's a lot of work to do.
Interjection: I cried, Lord, please help me!
I'm back. Not only am I editing the book for my father, but Mother Margaret Moore wants me to do a website for her. I haven't gotten to it yet. I am planning to spend this weekend devoted to doing it. (She can be very demanding at times.)
I have to go sneeze. I'll holla back later.
P.S. I wish I was getting paid for all this work I am doing. SMILE!
9.24.2002
FGAC Convention 2002
Convention Week 2002 begins... September 16, 2002
Well, my hair doesn't look a mess anymore. I went to the hair salon on Tuesday. Nette hooked me up right as usual.
Y'all pray for me. I hadn't gotten a perm since July. It's September now. Lord, it had been three months since my last perm. I felt so bad. I need help. I am going to try to do better.
My hair has gotten long. I am going to wear it down one of these days. So, much for the hair.
Well, my hair doesn't look a mess anymore. I went to the hair salon on Tuesday. Nette hooked me up right as usual.
Y'all pray for me. I hadn't gotten a perm since July. It's September now. Lord, it had been three months since my last perm. I felt so bad. I need help. I am going to try to do better.
My hair has gotten long. I am going to wear it down one of these days. So, much for the hair.
We (FGAC) are in convention this week.
Tuesday night was the musical. It was good. Every group was anointed, but that's easy to be, because as much prayer that goes on a tour church, the anointing rests in our church.
Jimmy Wyatt tore the church at the end of service. He was the last person to perform before the end of the musical. He sung "My Soul Loves Jesus." He had sung about three verses of the song, and then he got up off the organ and went to his seat. Everybody was like aww. The MC told him that he couldn’t just leave us there, he had to come back. He had folk doing stuff coming from out in the back of the church to see who was singing. It was funny. After church everyone was saying, "He was wrong for that."
Wednesday night Pastor/Evangelist John Black preached. He did good. His subject was "The Point of No Return." He talked about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. I will have to look at the video tape to see what text he used.
Speaking of the video tape... The extension cord that I was using would not work. I had to go get the 4 group of household extension cords that I had plugged together to use in service. It was the middle of service and I had to run around looking for an extension cord. I had to run two video cameras because Bro. Ransom wasn’t there to run his camera.
I had to pick Jerry up from the airport. I didn't think Evg. Black was going to be through with his message before it was time for me to leave for the airport, but he was. I was glad. I didn't want to have to leave the service with the video still recording. (I am using Barry's video camera this year. He has a nice camera. I am a little nervous about using it.)
Thursday morning it was raining. I couldn't find an umbrella so I had to make a ghetto umbrella. I rode to work with a Minyard's grocery bag on my head.
It's raining, so we are going to have to close the school down. It is leaking in the closet where the air conditioner is. We can't run the air conditioner. It's too hot to be sitting up here. We are waiting on two parents to come pick up their children. It might be a minute.
Thursday night was okay. It was cold in the sanctuary. Folks was covered up with coats, sheets, and blankets. It was cold!
Friday was a trip. We met with the Queens. Sis. Queen and I were to pick up the singer, Crystal Rucker. Jerry and Bro. Queen were to pick up the speaker, Dr. Oscar Benton. Sis. Queen and I left late to pick her up. She hadn't been waiting on us long though. I told Sis. Queen to go to the wrong hotel. We changed hotels this year and no one told me. I was so embarrassed. It was okay. We all (Jerry, Bro. Queen, Sis. Queen, and I) went out to eat with Dr. Benton. He was very nice and down to earth. It was fun.
Friday night the service was off the chain. It was a little cold in the sanctuary, but the service was good. Dr. Benton preached and Crystal sang. It was good. I went through the prayer line. When we began to praise the Lord at the end of the altar call, Kim Greer fell out on the floor. Sis. Campbell went to dancing. A few seconds later, he husband went to dancing. Before I knew it, I was bucking myself. It was anointed in the house. Everyone was getting their praise on.
Saturday, Jerry and I took Crystal to the airport. Bro. Queen took Dr. Benton. I came back home and slept most of Saturday. Jerry and I picked up the guest for Sunday morning, Evg. William Morris. We dropped him off at the hotel and went back to the house.
Sunday I was late for 8:00 AM service. The organist was not there so I had to play the drums. I had to sing with no music. It is hard to try to sing an upbeat congregational song with no music at all. I did okay.
11:00 AM service was good. I had to run around and get the flyer ready for the missionary garage sale that is schedule for this Saturday. I had Joseph with me for awhile. I sat by Janice. Jerry had me take pictures of Evg. Morris. After service, Jerry and I went out to eat with Dr. E.C. Carson and Evg. Morris. We went over the Myles' house after we ate.
We didn't have church on Sunday night. Thank God!
All in all, the convention week was good. I am tired because of it. I am getting ready for November, when it is Memphis time.
9.16.2002
My Head, My Head
I am in a dilly of a pickle. It's my own fault.
I was scheduled to get my hair done today, but my hair stylist is having complications. I should know by now that no hair salon is open on Monday. I am supposed to go tomorrow, but our convention starts tomorrow. I will be pushing trying to get my hair done and make it to church on time. I am the videographer & media ministry co-ordinator for the convention, I can't be late.
Oh, well.
I was scheduled to get my hair done today, but my hair stylist is having complications. I should know by now that no hair salon is open on Monday. I am supposed to go tomorrow, but our convention starts tomorrow. I will be pushing trying to get my hair done and make it to church on time. I am the videographer & media ministry co-ordinator for the convention, I can't be late.
Oh, well.
9.12.2002
School Time Tales and Such
So far, school has been going good. I don't have the added pressure that I had last year. Thank God for moving things out of the way. I have students that are doing good. It's good.
I have some new ideas that I think will work. Hopefully, they will.
We didn't have school today, because of construction on the building. So, right now, I am watching some collections of Fred Flintstone. It's been fun. I haven't seen any with the children.
I have a question, was there more than one Dino. In some episodes, Dino is purple. In other episodes, Dino is reddish orange. What's up with that?
I tried doing a little work, but I got tired. I didn't feel too good. I took a nap and now I feel a lot better.
That's it for now.
I have some new ideas that I think will work. Hopefully, they will.
We didn't have school today, because of construction on the building. So, right now, I am watching some collections of Fred Flintstone. It's been fun. I haven't seen any with the children.
I have a question, was there more than one Dino. In some episodes, Dino is purple. In other episodes, Dino is reddish orange. What's up with that?
I tried doing a little work, but I got tired. I didn't feel too good. I took a nap and now I feel a lot better.
That's it for now.
I Preached Myself Some Good News
Week of 9/8/02 - September 11th was on the news. - Bad News
Monday 9/9/02 - "African-American Women are more likely to get various deadly diseases" - More Bad News
Wednesday 9/11/02 - September 11th is on every channel. I can't get away from it. - More Bad News
Thursday 9/12/02 - Received an email that says You can get cancer from a chemical in shampoo and toothpaste. - More Bad News
I became frustrated. I needed to hear some good news. I prayed and asked God for some good news. I begin to think about Heaven. I decided to work on a sermon about Heaven. (I am a missionary. You can check out my ministry.)
I began practicing my sermon as I usually does. Before I knew what had happened, I had jumped up from my desk and I was praising God and speaking in tongues. I know the neighbors downstairs must have though I had lost my mind.
There is good news amidst all the bad news in the land. There is a place called Heaven where, the wicked will cease from troubling, the weary shall be at rest, and all of the saints of the ages, will sit at God's feet and be blessed.
There is a prerequisite for getting to Heaven, you must be born again.
God gave me my good news and I preached it to myself.
Monday 9/9/02 - "African-American Women are more likely to get various deadly diseases" - More Bad News
Wednesday 9/11/02 - September 11th is on every channel. I can't get away from it. - More Bad News
Thursday 9/12/02 - Received an email that says You can get cancer from a chemical in shampoo and toothpaste. - More Bad News
I became frustrated. I needed to hear some good news. I prayed and asked God for some good news. I begin to think about Heaven. I decided to work on a sermon about Heaven. (I am a missionary. You can check out my ministry.)
I began practicing my sermon as I usually does. Before I knew what had happened, I had jumped up from my desk and I was praising God and speaking in tongues. I know the neighbors downstairs must have though I had lost my mind.
There is good news amidst all the bad news in the land. There is a place called Heaven where, the wicked will cease from troubling, the weary shall be at rest, and all of the saints of the ages, will sit at God's feet and be blessed.
There is a prerequisite for getting to Heaven, you must be born again.
God gave me my good news and I preached it to myself.
8.20.2002
Uggh, This Computer Of Mine
I have become totally frustrated with my computer. It is giving me all kinds of problems, especially when I am using Internet Explorer. I know my computer is old, (I bought it in 1994). I have upgraded some components on it. I am going to upgrade some more components on it later. I can't right now. I have other things coming up that require my money, Our Association's Convention and the COGIC Convocation.
My browser is really acting crazy. It didn't start doing this until after I installed this software that was supposed to speed up your internet connection.
(Yea, right.) It's caused more problems than anything. I deleted the software, but it is still acting crazy.
I am just getting tired of this computer. If I hadn't had to pay my mother back for buying me this computer, I would throw it out the window.
My browser is really acting crazy. It didn't start doing this until after I installed this software that was supposed to speed up your internet connection.
(Yea, right.) It's caused more problems than anything. I deleted the software, but it is still acting crazy.
I am just getting tired of this computer. If I hadn't had to pay my mother back for buying me this computer, I would throw it out the window.
8.16.2002
3-5-99: I Want To Talk About A Funeral
My aunt died. That's really sad. I'm sad for a different reason. I found out at the funeral, that my aunt was the lick. She was all that, then some, plus a little bit more. I tripped out. I learned a lot of stuff about my aunt at the funeral that I never knew.
She was the first lady of several churches. She was also nationally known in her association. She did not even hold a office at the national level. She was also known at the state level where she held an office and at the local level where she held several offices. She had ten resolutions read at her funeral. Five were from her church, one from the national level of her association, one from the state level, one from a lodge or civic group, and two from the local level of her association.
It's like man I did not even know. I was so impressed with my aunt's life. To me she was just my aunt, but in reality, she was a great woman of God that I could have really learned a lot from. I talked to her from time to time about some church stuff, but she really had a vast knowledge of wisdom that I never gleaned from.
I was doing fine at the funeral until my cousin (12 years old) hugged her dead body. I have seen grown folk hug the dead but not a child. Then I was really missed up when I saw a tear come to my father's eye. I have never in my 28 years of existence seen a tear ever form in my father's eyes. I have been with him a couple of times when he should have broken down, cried and boohooed like a sick hungry baby, but he didn't. At the funeral, it really messed me up, seeing a tear in my father's eyes. I think my father is getting soft in his old age. He didn't even cry at his own Mama's funeral and she loved him like crazy and he loved her even more. Then I started crying. My brother was like "Oh, Lord". But I wasn't crying because she was dead, but because I had missed a great opportunity to know a great woman of God. I knew my aunt the aunt, but I did not get to know the woman of God side of her. It's just really weird. I don't like to keep funeral programs, but I actually kept my aunt's funeral program. I'm just so impressed with her life. I am rambling aren't I?
I'm Getting Old
I have got to be getting old. I am getting to where I actually like talking about how I feel. I remember back in the day when I wouldn't tell anybody what I was feeling, thinking, or wanted. I would just keep stuff to myself and suffer in silence. Now, I am always talking to my Trinity god mother about how I'm feeling. What in the world is really going on.
Well, I'm finished.........
She was the first lady of several churches. She was also nationally known in her association. She did not even hold a office at the national level. She was also known at the state level where she held an office and at the local level where she held several offices. She had ten resolutions read at her funeral. Five were from her church, one from the national level of her association, one from the state level, one from a lodge or civic group, and two from the local level of her association.
It's like man I did not even know. I was so impressed with my aunt's life. To me she was just my aunt, but in reality, she was a great woman of God that I could have really learned a lot from. I talked to her from time to time about some church stuff, but she really had a vast knowledge of wisdom that I never gleaned from.
I was doing fine at the funeral until my cousin (12 years old) hugged her dead body. I have seen grown folk hug the dead but not a child. Then I was really missed up when I saw a tear come to my father's eye. I have never in my 28 years of existence seen a tear ever form in my father's eyes. I have been with him a couple of times when he should have broken down, cried and boohooed like a sick hungry baby, but he didn't. At the funeral, it really messed me up, seeing a tear in my father's eyes. I think my father is getting soft in his old age. He didn't even cry at his own Mama's funeral and she loved him like crazy and he loved her even more. Then I started crying. My brother was like "Oh, Lord". But I wasn't crying because she was dead, but because I had missed a great opportunity to know a great woman of God. I knew my aunt the aunt, but I did not get to know the woman of God side of her. It's just really weird. I don't like to keep funeral programs, but I actually kept my aunt's funeral program. I'm just so impressed with her life. I am rambling aren't I?
I'm Getting Old
I have got to be getting old. I am getting to where I actually like talking about how I feel. I remember back in the day when I wouldn't tell anybody what I was feeling, thinking, or wanted. I would just keep stuff to myself and suffer in silence. Now, I am always talking to my Trinity god mother about how I'm feeling. What in the world is really going on.
Well, I'm finished.........
11-9-98: Reflections from Memphis
Well, we got back from Memphis yesterday at about 6 PM. Memphis was really great. I enjoyed myself so. At one point, I thought that I was not going to be able to go, but of course, God came through and worked things out for me.
I got to play the drums at the COGIC National Convocation... Three nights in a row.
Hooray!
We did have a few issues at first. Avis did not have our reservation correct, but we got that straightened out. We had to try three different credit cards in order to get the hotel room. Everything was pretty much up hill after that except the meal we ate at Spaghetti Warehouse. It was not enjoyable at all.
So, here's the highlights. We went to the convention center on Thursday. We walked around. We found out that Madame Emma Bram Bibbey was going to be at Pentecostal Temple. Of course we were excited. We got to actually sit in the convention center. That was a miracle in itself. So we enjoyed the service there. Then we went to Pentecostal Temple. Madame Bibbey was there. The service was good.
I got to play the drums at the COGIC National Convocation... Three nights in a row.
Hooray!
We did have a few issues at first. Avis did not have our reservation correct, but we got that straightened out. We had to try three different credit cards in order to get the hotel room. Everything was pretty much up hill after that except the meal we ate at Spaghetti Warehouse. It was not enjoyable at all.
So, here's the highlights. We went to the convention center on Thursday. We walked around. We found out that Madame Emma Bram Bibbey was going to be at Pentecostal Temple. Of course we were excited. We got to actually sit in the convention center. That was a miracle in itself. So we enjoyed the service there. Then we went to Pentecostal Temple. Madame Bibbey was there. The service was good.
9-23-98: Evg. Dorinda Clark-Cole
Evg. Dorinda Clark-Cole came to our convention this year. Ya know I was like messed up, right. I was so excited. I asked Bishop could I help serve her. He said I could. I got to go pick her up from the airport when she came to town.
She is so nice. She looked somewhat different than I expected. She was alot skinnier than I thought she would be.
We picked her up from the airport. She was kind of talking to me. She talked really soft. She said she had a cold. I had to ask her to repeat herself a couple of times.
When I met her coming off the plane, she hugged me and asked me my name. I grabbed the bags that she had with her and took them to the car. We were waiting on her other suitcase. Of course I embarrassed my big headed self. When her other suitcase finally came, I tried to pick it up and the bag was heavy. I like saying, what does she have in here. I got my face crunched. We both had to carry the bag a couple of steps then Barry came and got the bag. I sat in the front seat. Later, Jerry told me I was suppose to sit in the back with her. We got her checked in and everything. And went on our way.
And That Night...
First of all, Jerry and I had to clean up the church because somebody didn't even bother to clean up the church that day. So, I'm like in my girdle and all running around the church sweating trying to clean up the church. I am like who needs this. I am going to mess up my face before the service even gets started. Oh, well.
I was waiting around the church for service to start. I dressed up of course, so I was looking kind of nice. According to one of the men of the church, I got about 5 proposals that night. And while this guy was over complimenting me, one of the other missionaries of the church heard him and he made a comment to her about how I couldn't take a compliment. She said, "You need to get out of that flesh." I was thinking, if you only knew. (I'll explain that later.)
So, Barry and I went and picked up Evg. Cole. When we got to church, it got crazy. It was okay until we got ready to walk Evg. Cole into the sanctuary to preach. Someone who shall remain nameless told me to go in and take her stuff to her seat. She actually wanted me to go in a different way so that I couldn't been seen walking in with her and Evg. Cole. (Evg. Cole should have been walked in down the side hallway and then into the sanctuary, but somebody wanted to be seen walking in with her so she took Evg. Cole through the sanctuary. I didn't take the her stuff to her seat like she told me too, because I was not going to leave Evg. Cole vulnerable to that person's scheming. So, I walked in behind Evg. Cole and that person. I sat on the front row and passed the that person's stuff to another evangelist who she was sitting next to. I really think that upset that person.
So, Evg. Cole preached. When she got finished and ready to go back to the women's lounge, I looked around for that person to come get her, but she was no where to be found. Evg. Cole looked at me and pointed to her stuff. So, I had to get her stuff. A couple of her friends were at the service and they were talking to her after the service. I had to run to catch up with her after getting her stuff. She was already gone up too far the aisle for me to catch her and take her out the side door. She was kind of trapped in the sanctuary. Her friends were still talking to her as the preacher gave the benediction. She got caught in the back of the sanctuary and had to sign some autographs and take a couple of pictures. She cut her eyes at me a couple of times. I knew I was in trouble, but hey, it wasn't really all my fault. When I finally got her out of the sanctuary, she looked at me and said, "You were suppose to get me out of there." I was like I know, and I'm sorry. I felt really bad. When we got to the women's lounge, that person looked at Evg. Cole and said, "Where were you?" Evg. Cole said, "She was suppose to get me out of there." and pointed to me. Then that person looked at me and said, "You know you are in trouble don't you. You know the pastor wanted me to get her out of there. You are going to get punished later. Now, go on over there and sit down." Evg. Cole was standing right there. I mean, if I had been anyone else, she would have gotten told off. I went and sat down. That person tried to get me out of the room, but I really didn't go do what she told me to.
I went and helped Evg. Cole fasten her shoes. She asked me what kind of cologne I was wearing. I had to think about it because I couldn't remember.
Later on, I asked Evg. Cole if she felt like taking another picture. She said, "No." I was like cool. Then she said, "When." I said, "Now." She asked, "With who?" I replied, "With me." She looked at me and smiled and said, "Yea, come on girl." And wouldn't you know it, that person jumped her big head up and got in the picture before I could even get a chance to take it. Whatever. I finished taking the pictures and stuff. I had Evg. Cole cracking up the whole time. That was that, not quite, but that's for later.
While Barry and I were driving her back to the hotel, she was talking to me. Rather she was kind of fussing at me, but the stuff she was fussing at me about I had no control over. All in all, the adventure was really great. Evg. Cole really made me feel better about the whole evening because she was nice to me even after I got her trapped in the back of the church. She was really nice.
Jerry, Barry, and I drove her to the airport on Wednesday. I got to talk to her a little more. It was really cool. I gave her a card and a beanie baby. She said that she was going to remember us in Memphis. I hope she does, because if she doesn't I just know I am going to be crushed. I may just bust out crying right in her face. Her remembering me will make all this madness I have endured behind this one night will make it all seem worthwhile.
She is so nice. She looked somewhat different than I expected. She was alot skinnier than I thought she would be.
We picked her up from the airport. She was kind of talking to me. She talked really soft. She said she had a cold. I had to ask her to repeat herself a couple of times.
When I met her coming off the plane, she hugged me and asked me my name. I grabbed the bags that she had with her and took them to the car. We were waiting on her other suitcase. Of course I embarrassed my big headed self. When her other suitcase finally came, I tried to pick it up and the bag was heavy. I like saying, what does she have in here. I got my face crunched. We both had to carry the bag a couple of steps then Barry came and got the bag. I sat in the front seat. Later, Jerry told me I was suppose to sit in the back with her. We got her checked in and everything. And went on our way.
And That Night...
First of all, Jerry and I had to clean up the church because somebody didn't even bother to clean up the church that day. So, I'm like in my girdle and all running around the church sweating trying to clean up the church. I am like who needs this. I am going to mess up my face before the service even gets started. Oh, well.
I was waiting around the church for service to start. I dressed up of course, so I was looking kind of nice. According to one of the men of the church, I got about 5 proposals that night. And while this guy was over complimenting me, one of the other missionaries of the church heard him and he made a comment to her about how I couldn't take a compliment. She said, "You need to get out of that flesh." I was thinking, if you only knew. (I'll explain that later.)
So, Barry and I went and picked up Evg. Cole. When we got to church, it got crazy. It was okay until we got ready to walk Evg. Cole into the sanctuary to preach. Someone who shall remain nameless told me to go in and take her stuff to her seat. She actually wanted me to go in a different way so that I couldn't been seen walking in with her and Evg. Cole. (Evg. Cole should have been walked in down the side hallway and then into the sanctuary, but somebody wanted to be seen walking in with her so she took Evg. Cole through the sanctuary. I didn't take the her stuff to her seat like she told me too, because I was not going to leave Evg. Cole vulnerable to that person's scheming. So, I walked in behind Evg. Cole and that person. I sat on the front row and passed the that person's stuff to another evangelist who she was sitting next to. I really think that upset that person.
So, Evg. Cole preached. When she got finished and ready to go back to the women's lounge, I looked around for that person to come get her, but she was no where to be found. Evg. Cole looked at me and pointed to her stuff. So, I had to get her stuff. A couple of her friends were at the service and they were talking to her after the service. I had to run to catch up with her after getting her stuff. She was already gone up too far the aisle for me to catch her and take her out the side door. She was kind of trapped in the sanctuary. Her friends were still talking to her as the preacher gave the benediction. She got caught in the back of the sanctuary and had to sign some autographs and take a couple of pictures. She cut her eyes at me a couple of times. I knew I was in trouble, but hey, it wasn't really all my fault. When I finally got her out of the sanctuary, she looked at me and said, "You were suppose to get me out of there." I was like I know, and I'm sorry. I felt really bad. When we got to the women's lounge, that person looked at Evg. Cole and said, "Where were you?" Evg. Cole said, "She was suppose to get me out of there." and pointed to me. Then that person looked at me and said, "You know you are in trouble don't you. You know the pastor wanted me to get her out of there. You are going to get punished later. Now, go on over there and sit down." Evg. Cole was standing right there. I mean, if I had been anyone else, she would have gotten told off. I went and sat down. That person tried to get me out of the room, but I really didn't go do what she told me to.
I went and helped Evg. Cole fasten her shoes. She asked me what kind of cologne I was wearing. I had to think about it because I couldn't remember.
Later on, I asked Evg. Cole if she felt like taking another picture. She said, "No." I was like cool. Then she said, "When." I said, "Now." She asked, "With who?" I replied, "With me." She looked at me and smiled and said, "Yea, come on girl." And wouldn't you know it, that person jumped her big head up and got in the picture before I could even get a chance to take it. Whatever. I finished taking the pictures and stuff. I had Evg. Cole cracking up the whole time. That was that, not quite, but that's for later.
While Barry and I were driving her back to the hotel, she was talking to me. Rather she was kind of fussing at me, but the stuff she was fussing at me about I had no control over. All in all, the adventure was really great. Evg. Cole really made me feel better about the whole evening because she was nice to me even after I got her trapped in the back of the church. She was really nice.
Jerry, Barry, and I drove her to the airport on Wednesday. I got to talk to her a little more. It was really cool. I gave her a card and a beanie baby. She said that she was going to remember us in Memphis. I hope she does, because if she doesn't I just know I am going to be crushed. I may just bust out crying right in her face. Her remembering me will make all this madness I have endured behind this one night will make it all seem worthwhile.
9-19-98: Class Reunion
This is not really a big issue, but it's the easiest way I can talk about. I went to my high school reunion in September. It wasn't really worth the time and effort I went through to go. I didn't remember anyone although most of everyone remembered me. My class reunion was really an encouragement, because I was about the only person there that did not look old and worn out. I mean most of the people there looked as if they had lived hard lives. I got so many compliments and praises. It made me fell really good. Two things have kind of bugged me about the whole thing. First, the guy that I wanted to go with me couldn't. Somewhere between the time I asked him in July and September, he got a girlfriend. Man, I was so crushed when he told me he couldn't take me. I kind of developed a crush on him and I just wanted to spend some time with him I suppose. I mean, the only guy I ever hang around with is my brother. I really get tired of hanging around with him all the time. I just wanted to spend some time with another guy beside him. Well, he fell through, but I asked another guy at church to go with me. He said he would, but that really wasn't much fun. I suppose I could have made it more fun, but oh well. HE didn't seem to want to just hang out. I was enjoying just being out of the house doing something. He was just ready to go home. Especially on Saturday night at the mixer. I think he got frustrated because everyone else was drinking and all the secular music they were playing. I was like, whatever. I was just glad to be out with a guy beside him. We left really early. I was kind of upset, but since I had rode with him, I kind of didn't have a choice. It was really a let down in that department. So oh well right.
The other thing that bugged me was there was a girl in high school that I was pretty close to and I cared a lot about. When I got to the reunion, I walked right by her and didn't even recognize her. She just barely recognized me. Even after we recognized each other, she didn't make an effort to act like she knew me. Although I didn't make an effort either, but I just didn't know any of those people, so it all seemed like an effort of futility. It mostly bugged me because I cared so much about the girl. Well, I hadn't made any contact with any of those people since 1988. It's over with now. I guess I'll see them in the next 10 years.
The other thing that bugged me was there was a girl in high school that I was pretty close to and I cared a lot about. When I got to the reunion, I walked right by her and didn't even recognize her. She just barely recognized me. Even after we recognized each other, she didn't make an effort to act like she knew me. Although I didn't make an effort either, but I just didn't know any of those people, so it all seemed like an effort of futility. It mostly bugged me because I cared so much about the girl. Well, I hadn't made any contact with any of those people since 1988. It's over with now. I guess I'll see them in the next 10 years.
1998 Begins
So, here goes another section in my life that I feel like writing.
I have actually written quite a few songs this year. I guess my inspiration has come back to me, Huh.
Well, ya know how I always begin this things...
All about my personality...
I am a very sensitive and caring person, although I do have my moments. A lot of people really don't know about this side of me, because the only time I show it is when I am working with children. Everyone sees me as the fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, casual person that I usually am. I really have a soft side. Please don't tell anyone. I don't my secret out. :<) I love to have fun and laugh. I also like to make people laugh.
I like to make people feel good about themselves. When I was growing up, I always felt so bad about myself because the children at school teased me about how I looked. They said I was ugly. It took me 18 years to get over that. (I'll tell you the story later.) So, I know first-hand the importance of feeling good about yourself. I can't say that I had low self-esteem, I just thought I was ugly.
I love to work with children ages 12 and down. I will work with children older than 12, but sometimes teenagers can be a hand full. Most of the children love me at church. It's fun when children look up to you and think you are cool. I really like to work with children under five. They are young and innocent and I think that is the best time to teach them.
Off the subject...
We took our Sunday School Class (2 to 5 yr. olds) to Chuckie Cheese. I really did not want to go, but I went. Once I got there, I went crazy having fun. I mean I played with those children so until I was tired. They beat up on me pretty good. I had to chastise one of them, but after she got over it, she went back to playing with the rest of us. They had me chasing them all over Chuckie Cheese. It was fun.
Back on the subject...
I am very creative. I love to write poetry, stories, and song lyrics. I also love to do research papers. I still don't understand that. I also like to swim, skate, and bowl. Probably the weirdest thing about me is that I love to go grocery shopping. I find it very relaxing. I hate to go mall shopping though. The only way I ever go to the mall is if I have a special event coming up that I need to buy something for.
I am very mechanical. I love to fix stuff. When I was younger, I used to break stuff just so that I could fix it. That got me in trouble a lot. I love to those "do-it-yourself" projects. I don't have a place to just go and work on stuff so I really don't do to many "do-it-yourself" projects. When my dad bought ("my") our first computer, I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning fixing the office up that it was in. I had to put up some mini blinds, then I had to put my dad's desk together, and then I had to put the computer together. I had so much fun that night. I really love computers. I think they are so cool.
I don't have a lot of friends. Just about four or five. I don't even have a best friend. Sometime that frustrates me, but hey I do have my twin, Jerry. I don't really have anyone that I can talk to about the crazy stuff you think up sometimes. Jerry just ignores me and tells me I am talking to much. I have had best friends before, but they either end up finding new friends or the end up getting a man. I still try to figure that out. It gets so crazy sometimes. If I got married today, I would not even have a maid or matron of honor. Whatever, right.
Let's see... That's pretty much my personality, except that everyone calls me old-fashion. I was raised old-fashion COGIC. Back in the day. Sometime I think it was a bad thing (cause we couldn't do too much), but I really know it was a good thing because it made me the woman that I am today. I really appreciate the training and teaching that I got. It helped me a lot in life.
More about me...
I graduated from Tarleton State University with a Bachelor of Business Administration in Human Resource Management. That means I can boss people around. I almost have my Masters in Computer Information Systems.
Well, I when I was younger, I wanted to be the next great COGIC choir director, but a couple of bad experiences crashed that dream. (That's a long story). Now I think I want to be the General Supervisor of Women. (Hey, it could happen! ;<) ) Really though, I want to be a published author. I already am, but I am not a paid published author. I have a poem I wrote published and an essay I wrote published. I really don't know what genre of literature I would like to focus on just yet because I love them all.
I'm a missionary in training, that's what I am in our association. I want to eventually work with young girls in some way in the future. I have preached a couple of times at church. Everyone fusses at me because I grab my ear and kick my leg up. They say I preach too masculine. O.K. I think I am the most hyper female ministers at our church.
Sometimes, I think that I would love to travel with an evangelists as their adjutant, but that probably wouldn't work because I would be trying to sight see in everywhere we went. I love to travel and go sight seeing. I really like to hop in the car and just drive, (no particular destination, just driving). I use to do that when I lived in Stephenville, TX, but I haven't since I moved to Dallas in 1994.) Sometimes I miss Stephenville, rather I miss my little younger brother and my little sister. (My siblings: Jerry, Jeremy, Alisha, and Kendrick (he is a cousin that my father adopted.) I'm the oldest.
That's pretty much me.
I have actually written quite a few songs this year. I guess my inspiration has come back to me, Huh.
Well, ya know how I always begin this things...
All about my personality...
I am a very sensitive and caring person, although I do have my moments. A lot of people really don't know about this side of me, because the only time I show it is when I am working with children. Everyone sees me as the fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, casual person that I usually am. I really have a soft side. Please don't tell anyone. I don't my secret out. :<) I love to have fun and laugh. I also like to make people laugh.
I like to make people feel good about themselves. When I was growing up, I always felt so bad about myself because the children at school teased me about how I looked. They said I was ugly. It took me 18 years to get over that. (I'll tell you the story later.) So, I know first-hand the importance of feeling good about yourself. I can't say that I had low self-esteem, I just thought I was ugly.
I love to work with children ages 12 and down. I will work with children older than 12, but sometimes teenagers can be a hand full. Most of the children love me at church. It's fun when children look up to you and think you are cool. I really like to work with children under five. They are young and innocent and I think that is the best time to teach them.
Off the subject...
We took our Sunday School Class (2 to 5 yr. olds) to Chuckie Cheese. I really did not want to go, but I went. Once I got there, I went crazy having fun. I mean I played with those children so until I was tired. They beat up on me pretty good. I had to chastise one of them, but after she got over it, she went back to playing with the rest of us. They had me chasing them all over Chuckie Cheese. It was fun.
Back on the subject...
I am very creative. I love to write poetry, stories, and song lyrics. I also love to do research papers. I still don't understand that. I also like to swim, skate, and bowl. Probably the weirdest thing about me is that I love to go grocery shopping. I find it very relaxing. I hate to go mall shopping though. The only way I ever go to the mall is if I have a special event coming up that I need to buy something for.
I am very mechanical. I love to fix stuff. When I was younger, I used to break stuff just so that I could fix it. That got me in trouble a lot. I love to those "do-it-yourself" projects. I don't have a place to just go and work on stuff so I really don't do to many "do-it-yourself" projects. When my dad bought ("my") our first computer, I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning fixing the office up that it was in. I had to put up some mini blinds, then I had to put my dad's desk together, and then I had to put the computer together. I had so much fun that night. I really love computers. I think they are so cool.
I don't have a lot of friends. Just about four or five. I don't even have a best friend. Sometime that frustrates me, but hey I do have my twin, Jerry. I don't really have anyone that I can talk to about the crazy stuff you think up sometimes. Jerry just ignores me and tells me I am talking to much. I have had best friends before, but they either end up finding new friends or the end up getting a man. I still try to figure that out. It gets so crazy sometimes. If I got married today, I would not even have a maid or matron of honor. Whatever, right.
Let's see... That's pretty much my personality, except that everyone calls me old-fashion. I was raised old-fashion COGIC. Back in the day. Sometime I think it was a bad thing (cause we couldn't do too much), but I really know it was a good thing because it made me the woman that I am today. I really appreciate the training and teaching that I got. It helped me a lot in life.
More about me...
I graduated from Tarleton State University with a Bachelor of Business Administration in Human Resource Management. That means I can boss people around. I almost have my Masters in Computer Information Systems.
Well, I when I was younger, I wanted to be the next great COGIC choir director, but a couple of bad experiences crashed that dream. (That's a long story). Now I think I want to be the General Supervisor of Women. (Hey, it could happen! ;<) ) Really though, I want to be a published author. I already am, but I am not a paid published author. I have a poem I wrote published and an essay I wrote published. I really don't know what genre of literature I would like to focus on just yet because I love them all.
I'm a missionary in training, that's what I am in our association. I want to eventually work with young girls in some way in the future. I have preached a couple of times at church. Everyone fusses at me because I grab my ear and kick my leg up. They say I preach too masculine. O.K. I think I am the most hyper female ministers at our church.
Sometimes, I think that I would love to travel with an evangelists as their adjutant, but that probably wouldn't work because I would be trying to sight see in everywhere we went. I love to travel and go sight seeing. I really like to hop in the car and just drive, (no particular destination, just driving). I use to do that when I lived in Stephenville, TX, but I haven't since I moved to Dallas in 1994.) Sometimes I miss Stephenville, rather I miss my little younger brother and my little sister. (My siblings: Jerry, Jeremy, Alisha, and Kendrick (he is a cousin that my father adopted.) I'm the oldest.
That's pretty much me.
Voices From Way Back When
I have been keeping a journal since I was twelve. I have a lot of old journals. I was looking at some journal entries that I had from way back when. I decided to post them.
I am not going to post anything from when I was twelve. I choose some more recent years.
I am not going to post anything from when I was twelve. I choose some more recent years.
Do You Go to...
A Black PENTECOSTAL Church!
BY: ddm (except where indicated)
If you would like to add your own to this list,
Just email it to: bpchurch@mrsboone.com
And it will be added to the list.
You can include your name if you would like credit.
BY: ddm (except where indicated)
- You have ever seen a lady neatly take her hat off and place it on the seat before she danced.
- You can imitate your pastor's tongues.
- All the children in the church can imitate everyone's dance.
- The name of your church was changed and the word Greater was added to it.
- The church has a new organist or choir director every month.
- The offering on the FIRST Sunday of the month takes thirty minutes to raise.
- The offering during the Pastor's & Wife's Appreciation takes two hours to raise.
- You know what a Trinity offering is.
- You can tell what time it is by which member walks through the door.
- You have been to 13 different churches for anniversary services during the year.
- You have ever given $3.00 in an anniversary offering.
- You have ever heard someone say, "I thank and praise God..." more than five times during a testimony.
- The announcement for the day include... "The kitchen will be selling chicken sandwiches in the fellowship hall after service."
- Women walk around in slides or house shoes after church.
- The preacher says; "Y'all don't hear me," after every other thought.
- You are always turning, touching your neighbor, and telling them something through out the service.
- You have ever said, "Oh, Lord. There goes Sis. Soinso again."
- You know how to do the double syncopated handclap.
- You know how to beat a tambourine something fierce.
- The Sunday School teachers are always late for Sunday School.
- The leader of an auxiliary has to bribe you to come to a meeting by telling you that there will be free food.
- You know how to strip someone's choir robe off them while they are shouting.
- You have ever seen a towel or sheet come flying across the altar.
- You have ever thrown a towel or sheet across the altar.
- You know when the pastor is going to tune up because of the riff he does before he gets started.
- The organist tunes the preacher up when he is praying.
- Your pastor's name includes Apostle, Bishop, or Prophet.
- You have ever ducked to keep from being hit by a lady's hat while she is dancing.
- Your first lady is a Missionary or an Evangelist.
- You can tell when a lady's hat does not match her shoes.
- You know when Sis. Somebody is not at church because you can't hear her voice when the pastor is preaching.
- The organist gets up from the organ when the preacher gets up to begin preaching and returns just before the preacher tunes up.
- You can tell by the subject of the pastor's sermon who is going to be on the altar that Sunday.
- The pastor has received a pair of shoes as a gift for Pastor & Wife's Anniversary.
- The host church at an anniversary service calls for the Program Directress of the visiting church.
- The preacher has ever said one of these phrases… Y'all don't like me. Ain't nobody talkin' to me. Are you with me?
- The cushions in the seats have to be flipped over because one of the sides is dirty.
- The ushers stare at you or ignore you when you are signaling them.
- Somebody is always selling tickets to some function happening at the church.
- Every auxiliary in the church has a fundraiser or special service the month before the Pastor and Wife's Appreciation service.
- You have been stripped out of your choir robe while you were shouting. (from Valerie)
- You have ever felt a shout coming on. (from Valerie)
- The preacher has said, "I fell my help in here." (from Valerie)
- The preacher begins to sing the "Yes, Lord" praise to calm people down when they are shouting. (from Valerie)
- You start your testimony off with... "First giving honor to God, who is the head of my. Giving honor to the pastor, the first lady, the ministers on the roster, members, saints, and friends. (from Valerie)
- You have ever said, "I want to sing my testimony this evening." (from Valerie)
- You know what the National Fast Days of the week are.
- You know what someone means when they say, "Hold me up," on the National Fast Days.
- You smell chicken or fish frying during a convention service. (from Donna)
- You know you are going to Memphis in November.
- The name of your church was changed and the word Institutional was added to it.
- You know to wear black on Official's Day and to wear white on Women's Day.
- You have heard, "Don't leave yet, we are going to take up an offering for the speaker this evening."
- During choir rehearsal, everyone is made to sing by themselves because one person is singing off key.
- You have ever shouted at a funeral.
- It's ok if the missionaries and mothers spit in your face while you tarry at the altar. (from Joyce)
- The phrase "I feel something in here" is said more than five times during praise service. (from Joyce)
- Mal. 3:10 is the most quoted scripture during the offering. (from Joyce)
- The preacher tells you to run around the church three times and God will deliver. (from Joyce)
- People are tipping out of church during the offering or right before the benediction.
- At a musical, the guest choir sings their two songs and then leaves.
- Everyone is Holy in their holiness, reverent in their reverence, and deep in their deepness. (from JBM)
- You have been at the altar and you have heard, give up, turn it loose, or let go.
- You have ever been kicked while someone is dancing.
- You have ever kicked someone while you were shouting.
- You can only hear the music and you can't understand a word that the choir is singing. (from Veronica)
- The First Lady has a special day every three months. (from Veronica)
- The offering is counted is front of the church and the officers come back and ask the church for $30.00 more dollars. (from Veronica)
- If for the choir anniversary they have special uniform colors (i.e. Pink & Burgundy or Light Blue & Dark Blue) and they have a New Special processional. (from Angela)
- If you miss your best friend in the choir because she has been sat down cause she is pregnant. (from Angela)
- There is a line of little boys at the drums with sticks in hand just wishing for a chance to play the shout music!
- The sodas sold after service are either Hy-Top, Big K, or some other off-brand soda. (from JBM)
- The only pieces of chicken that are served are legs and thighs.
- Every week, the one of the preachers mention, "God can get in the computer and change your credit rating."
- If when a guest evangelist comes to town and prophesies that there are going to be marriages in the church, all the single folk go to dancing.
- You have been paying on something called the "church building fund" for years, but haven't seen a building yet. (from Tara)
- You stay after service on the first Sunday to drink the rest of the communion juice. (from Tara)
- If the preacher won't stop laying hands on you until you fall. (from Brian)
- You leave the altar with your head drenched in oil. (from Brian)
- After you get prayed for you have a crowd of people in both ears saying "Tell em thank ya, come on tell em thank ya, thank ya thank ya open yo mouth." (from Brian)
- Your pastor drives a Lincoln or Cadillac. (from Brian)
- A child is getting the snot beat out of him or her with a switch for not paying attention. (from Brian)
- If everybody is looking at you crazy for not dressing up. (from Brian)
- You see more than two rhinestone-covered hats per Sunday. (from Brian)
- You have ever asked the question what exactly does the mothers board do. (from Brian)
- The pastor asks everybody to excuse him for just a minute before he shouts. (from Brian)
- There are crutches on the walls of the church. (from Brian)
- The ushers guard the doors during the altar call. (from Brian)
- The preacher starts his sermon by saying, "I won't be before you long", and preaches for an hour. (from Brian)
- The local KFC is always glad to see members of your church when they come in the door. (from Brian)
- The new choir director says, "I am the most creative choir director you will ever encounter."
If you would like to add your own to this list,
Just email it to: bpchurch@mrsboone.com
And it will be added to the list.
You can include your name if you would like credit.
8.15.2002
A Dill Pickle and an Apple Jolly Rancher
I took a bite of my pickle. The combination of the sour salty sweetness was great. The apple flavor of the apple jolly rancher complimented the dillness of the pickle greatly. That one bite took my back to childhood memories of running the streets of Denley Drive, going to the candy store, and imitating the members of New Jerusalem COGIC (now known as Brookhollow COGIC) shouting. I bit the piece of candy that was sticking out of the top of the pickle and laughed as I reminisced.
"We need Jah… We need some help." - Tonex, O2
I have begun to get nostalgic. I really miss those times. Everyone at church was friends. There were no cliques. We all just loved the Lord and fellowshipped. Now, church and Christiandome has become lost in the money, the recognition, and the hype. I wish church was just church. I am talking about praising God, testifying, shouting, preaching, and praying. No one is trying to impress anyone. No one is trying to get a position. I mean folk just wanted to live save, get other folk saved, and go to Heaven. Now it's all about the mega churches, the offering raised, and the number of bodies in the building. How many souls were saved? How many folk received the Holy Ghost?
I miss my dad's church too. He is no longer the pastor of St. John anymore. (Oh, my goodness. I need to change the web site that I have designed for St. John.) Now, he is a bishop. (Don't even ask me about that, because I don't even know.)
I miss the dinners we use to have after Sunday service. It seems like every Sunday, we had a dinner for some reason. It was cool.
Well, that's that. I am just going to live my life and strive to make it into the kingdom. Come on and go with me. I want to see you there, but you must be born again.
Who could have imagined that A Dill Pickle and An Apple Jolly Rancher would evoke so much thought. Well, I'm taking another bite of my pickle.
P.S. Is it a sin to get out of church before 9:00 PM?
"We need Jah… We need some help." - Tonex, O2
I have begun to get nostalgic. I really miss those times. Everyone at church was friends. There were no cliques. We all just loved the Lord and fellowshipped. Now, church and Christiandome has become lost in the money, the recognition, and the hype. I wish church was just church. I am talking about praising God, testifying, shouting, preaching, and praying. No one is trying to impress anyone. No one is trying to get a position. I mean folk just wanted to live save, get other folk saved, and go to Heaven. Now it's all about the mega churches, the offering raised, and the number of bodies in the building. How many souls were saved? How many folk received the Holy Ghost?
I miss my dad's church too. He is no longer the pastor of St. John anymore. (Oh, my goodness. I need to change the web site that I have designed for St. John.) Now, he is a bishop. (Don't even ask me about that, because I don't even know.)
I miss the dinners we use to have after Sunday service. It seems like every Sunday, we had a dinner for some reason. It was cool.
Well, that's that. I am just going to live my life and strive to make it into the kingdom. Come on and go with me. I want to see you there, but you must be born again.
Who could have imagined that A Dill Pickle and An Apple Jolly Rancher would evoke so much thought. Well, I'm taking another bite of my pickle.
P.S. Is it a sin to get out of church before 9:00 PM?
8.14.2002
Beans, Neckbones, and Cornbread
I just finished eating some beans, neckbones, and cornbread. Let me tell you that it was finger licking, teeth sucking good. I washed it all down with some blue kool-aid. (My brother, Jerry, sure can cook.) Yep, I am a down home country girl at heart. Later on, I plan on eating a pickle with an apple jolly rancher in it. I got a little ghetto in me too. I can be sophisticated when I need to.Check out my picture.
"I'm every woman!" "I'm every woman!" -Chaka Khan
(As every woman has to be.)
Well, I go back to work on Monday, August 19th. I have been off for the whole summer. I am a school teacher. This summer has been fun. I basically just goofed off.
I went to Indianapolis for the COGIC AIM convention. That was fun. I was able to preach during the Revival Fires Service. It was an experience. I got to play adjutant to Mother Margaret Moore, the National Supervisor for Trinidad and Tobago Jurisdiction and Evangelist Patricia Lewis. It was hard work, too. They both had bags of stuff and the bags were heavy, but I endured.
My digital camera battery is acting crazy. Oh well, I gotta get another battery.
Back to the beans, neckbones, and cornbread... I'm going to get another bowl!
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