"My bad?!" #shrugs
Just kidding...it's been a "wild one" for sure.
There may be periods of times like this where I seem to all but disappear...I assure you that when the time is necessary I will "reappear" again. #itsMagicYaKnow
I surely am enjoying this current onslaught brought on by Tropical Storm Debbie, so much so I decided to go play in it #running
A couple [of] days after our last conversation I did the same...that one was definitely a "tougher" storm.
CAUTION: I do not advocate exercising during tropical storms; however, I do advocate in following the urges of the Lord by way of the Spirit.
Technically I promised my Grandma...
as I came out of the entrance of the neighborhood park and the rain poured down from the onslaught brought upon Jacksonville by Tropical Storm Debbie, I couldn't help but to yell out what had been on my mind and ingrained in my brain ever so diligently.
The thought that I would repeat over the last 21 days and prior to that:
"....PROMISED MY GRANDMA I'M GONNA DO IT...."
Amen.
Prior to leaving my grandmother's house shortly before embarking on my journey to finish the last leg of my education back in the late Summer of 2010 she issued me a "charge".
What's a charge?! How does it look when someone imposes a charge upon you???
charge [chahrj] noun, verb (used with object)
8. to instruct authoritatively, as a judge does a jury.To put it plain and simply she reminded me that in going to a place away from everything and everyone I ever knew, I was to remain #whoIam. I smiled and hugged her. She welled up with tears in her eyes, being more emotional than my mother (which might suggest my parents will have a harder time in letting go when that date arrives). I looked at her and smiled, knowing that I would indeed keep the charge...not having a clue what it'd take to do so.
The funny thing about that is, in leading up to graduating with my Master's degree, within the last month there was so much going on that the question of #whoAmI was ever prevalent in my mind. Not to mention that during my two years in Pittsburgh the charge I was given seemed to have been tested time and time again.
Well, in short and reflecting on my current time in PA, I would say that I didn't keep my charge. Then again, the reality of the situation is that I had to experience life in order to ensure the charge was kept (over time).
Well, in short and reflecting on my current time in PA, I would say that I didn't keep my charge. Then again, the reality of the situation is that I had to experience life in order to ensure the charge was kept (over time).
I admitted to my grandmother the situations that were transpiring around completing my education once and for all; troubles that seem to have come my way yet again approaching the commencement of something great, yet I had not did everything she asked perfectly...indeed I didn't give up either.
As they say, go hard or go home...
I had been going hard for so long #7Years
Hell-bent on completing the peak of my education in the allotted time given...it was time for me to go home.
And it is from here that I write this letter to you...
10 If you fail under pressure, your strength is too small.
It wasn't even that I had failed in not graduating but the fact that my strength had been almost if not completely depleted. I had nothing left...it was all on the floor #stayTuned
#rewind
[Excerpt from The Last Semester] #underGrad
So like many believers things seem to get good and you slack up; bad move. Needless to say after my second to last semester was over and I had dealt with the stress and purifying process of “handling” my grandfather’s death, I slipped. I still would acknowledge God, but it seemed as if I had lost all of my “umph”. I would always tell people how big the last semester would be and how much there was to be done, as if that was some clout to my name. I would always say, it’s going to happen, I just don’t know “how”; sounds doubtful don’t it? If I know it’s going to happen and that the Lord will bring it to pass, it shouldn’t matter exactly how it manifests. When you believe for something to occur you want the end result. In all honesty, how you get there shouldn’t make all of the difference.
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Recently I went to a mentoring breakfast and there was a dynamic speaker from the City of Birmingham. He was awesome. His delivery; immaculate. Everyone has a charge to keep but it’s so easy to get caught up in the “hub bub” of going here, doing this, making sure I meet that deadline. Forever we’re caught in the rat race. The funny thing is the race goes on whether the rat gets the cheese or not...there’s still a maze to find a way out of. A race to be run.
I spoke with one of my mentors and once again as they should, I was inspired. He mentioned that he’s never not received a job offer for an interview that he went to. Something about once you get there and handle people in a certain way (love thy neighbor as thyself), it’s almost unfathomable that they’d deny the opportunity of working with you. Every job that I have interviewed for in which I wanted to be a part of that team; I got. There was the one time where I was “hired and let go” in the same day...
Da Truth is...back?!
