Rethinking Our Way To Success

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As a child, I, as were others was programmed to think a certain way. This morning as I was walking to my car, a thought ran across my mind prompting an epiphany, if you will. The thought involved my son and I realized the context of it, was clearly influenced by my upbringing. It was at that moment, I said to myself, self you need to work on retraining your thought pattern.

Some well known motivational speakers call negative thinking, “stinkin’ thinkin’,” others call it “ruminating”. Now, the essence of my thought about my son wasn’t negative but it wasn’t affirmative either. My focus was more on what he hasn’t accomplished instead of on what he has. Now, I’m a firm believer that our thoughts have as much power as our words.

This is why I believe we should be cognizant of what we say as well as what we think. My son is a gifted photographer. When he was a teenager, I used to tell him he’d call me one day from the Amazon Rainforest as he sat swatting flies, waiting on the perfect shot. In retrospect, I decided to rethink that. It’s my dream for my son to work for National Geographic, but not necessarily his.

How many times have you inadvertently said something or thought something only to have your thoughts or words manifested. I’ve heard countless successful individuals state how they professed what they would one day accomplish. They spoke and believed what they wanted for their lives. I’ve begun to work on this process. I have affirmations I read aloud on a daily basis and I’ve added a in couple for my son. I now see myself where I’d like to be in 3 – 5 – and even 10 years. It’s a matter of retraining myself to think on the outcome I desire and more so the outcome God wants for me. I’m learning to rethink my way to success.

Many people have already mastered the art of positive thinking, perhaps you’re one of them. If however, you’re like me and still working on it. I invite you to join me as we rethink our way to success. For the most part, I’m a pretty positive person, but there’s always room for growth!

P.S. As for my son, I’m focused on the fantastically creative photographer his is and applauding his growth. I’m rethinking my role as mom and cheerleader. It’s my place to offer kudos from the sidelines and only come into the game when invited. By the way, my picture for this blog is one of his. It’s a shot of the bridge over the Mataponi River in King and Queen County at night. If you’re interested in knowing more about my son and his work, just let me know.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Amazing things happen when men of God pray.

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I’m blessed to have a small circle of men in my life I call friends. Each of them is special to me; some I’ve known my entire life, a couple I’ve known for more than 20 years. Theses guys are special because they are men of God and they know how to get a prayer through. I call them my heavy artillery. I call on them when my back is against the wall and I need some serious backup. Now, I also have strong women of God in my life as well but I believe something amazing happens when men of God pray.

Okay don’t get me wrong, I believe women can also war in the Spirit. My mother was one of the greatest prayer warriors who ever walked the face of the earth. I just think we as women can learn something from men who pray. I’ve found when I call on my guy friends, they listen quietly to my concern and only when I’m finished do they ask questions. They don’t interject or cut me off with what’s going on with them or their family. The focus is on my need only.

Sometimes we as women listen but we tie ourselves into the equation. As I said my mother had the gift of prayer. I can remember whenever someone would call her, she would listen and then, she’d pray. Not once did the situation become about her. How many times have you called a girl friend for prayer and end up interceding for them. As I said earlier, I feel we as women can learn something from men who pray. They know how to listen with their mouths closed and their ears open and then they go to war.

I’m doing a devotional on prayer and in it, I’m looking at different people’s prayers in the Bible. Today I was reading one of David’s and it dawned on me, he really knew how to pray. I thought about the Apostle Paul and his prayers and of course the prayers of Jesus. I’m learning to pray as these great men of God did. This blog is not to say women can’t get a prayer through, it’s to acknowledge a special group of gentlemen in my life.

There are those that say men and women can’t be just friends, well I beg to differ. I wouldn’t take anything for my guy friends. They teach me so many valuable lessons.  Above all they teach me that amazing things happen when men of God pray.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Soooo, what just happened?

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“There are three types of people in the world: those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what happened.” I’ve heard the previous quote by the late Mary Kay Ash on more than one occasion. One morning I had a conversation with a co-worker whom I find to be exceptionally gifted and bright. However, as I listened to her words, I found myself placing her in the second category of the late Mary Kay Ash’s quote. Now before you pass judgement on me for presumably passing judgement on her, allow me to explain.

On that morning another co-worker had been called into our supervisor’s office and offered a promotion. For the sake of clarity, I’ll call her Co-worker B, and the other Co-worker A. Following Co-worker B’s disappearance into our supervisor’s office, Co-worker A became consumed with curiosity as to what the talk between Co-worker B and our supervisor was about. “The talk” was the hot topic of the morning as Co-worker A, two others and I walked to our cars after completing our night shift. When I spotted Co-worker B headed toward her car, Co-worker A waited to inquire from her as to what had “happened.” Well, as I previously said, Co-worker B had been offered a promotion.

A third of the way into my drive home, my phone rang, it was Co-worker A. She was beside herself with anger about Co-worker B’s offer. She was upset because she herself had asked to apply for the promotion and was told she didn’t qualify. Her rant went on for the remainder of my drive and then some. Co-worker A was upset because she felt disrespected and walked over. She felt that all her hard work, coming in on days we were short to help out and attending numerous meetings was all for naught. No one noticed; no one cared. All her toiling was futile.

As I listened to her, I came to realize she was waiting for acknowledgement and opportunities to be given to her. Now, sometimes that concept works and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m not trying to make light of her situation because I know her character and how hard of a worker she is. I know all she said is truth. The picture I’m trying to paint here is, how this gifted, talented, and intelligent woman was watching things happen instead of saying, the heck with this, I’m going to grab the bull by the horns and make something happen for me!

I’ve come to understand we have everything we need to succeed already on the inside of us, all we have to do is tap into it. After listening, I suggested to Co-worker A, that she take her talents and resources and carve out a future for herself instead of waiting for something to happen. At the end of our conversation, Co-worker A agreed with me; not only did she agree, she took action.

So many times in life, we sit silently by and allow opportunity to slip away. Instead of going after our dreams we allow them to grow dust. We not only watch things happen, we wonder what happened. I, too, have been guilty of this. As of a couple years ago, I made the decision to take steps to make things happen in my life. Now, I’m a firm believer that God has the final say, but James 2:26 that says  “. . . faith without works is dead.”

I don’t believe God wants me sitting idly by waiting for opportunity to fall in my lab, I believe we have some control of our future and it’s up to us to set our goals and execute. It’s up to us to make things happen!

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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“Don’t Give It Life.”

Daybreak by Michael

I was talking with my brother a couple of days ago about a situation that had come up in my life. I decided to pray about it and leave it in God’s hands. When speaking with my brother, he of course agreed. We share the belief, our words and thoughts have power. For instance, I’m not one to talk about my health unless it’s in a positive light. Were you to ask me how I’m doing, my response will be, “I’m well,” because I believe in responding in that manner, I affirm my good health. I claim Divine health and healing although my pain level on a daily basis is rarely less than a three on a scale of one to ten. They say, I have arthritis.

On my most painful days, my pain level is usually an eight. Rather than “give life” to the situation raging in my bones, I choose to take something and spend time alone where I close my eyes and see myself as whole. I believe beyond a shadow of doubt, the same Jesus who healed over two thousand years ago, still heals today.

In my conversation with my brother, he quoted my niece. The saying, “don’t give it life,” is hers; her way of speaking only positive outcomes to whatever arises by not allowing negative words or thoughts to dominate the situation. I like that. How many times have we said something and watched it happen. For example, “If I eat this, I know it’s going to make me sick, but I’m eating it anyway.” Only to spend the next twenty four hours in agony. Or we speak something over someone else’s life and watch our words come to pass. Lets face it, whether we accept it or not, our words and thoughts have power.

I’ve had co-workers tell me I’m falling apart because I catch a cold or they can tell I’m in pain. I quickly correct them; I’m not falling apart nor do I plan on falling apart. The Bible in Psalm 103:5 tells me, the Lord will satisfy my desires with good things so that my youth is renewed like the Eagles. (paraphrased) That is how I choose to live my life.

I’m not one to push my beliefs or opinions on others, but if I’ve shared something here today that you can glean and be blessed from, please own it. I had another co-worker tell me, he admired me for my way of positive thinking, but it doesn’t work. My response to him was, it doesn’t work for whom? Because it works for me. My plan is to continue to foster positive thoughts and words, even when it’s a struggle to do so. I’d rather live my life seeing the good it has for me than spending time miserable because I dwell on the negative.

When troubles come my way I will pray and then leave the rest to God. I’ll remember as my niece says, “don’t give it life.” 

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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“Mercy Said No!”

Daybreak by Michael

When my son was about five years old, we were involved in what could have been a fatal car accident had it not been for faith in God and the power of prayer. I was taking my son to school one morning and became distracted. I did the one thing a driver should never do, I took my eyes off the road. Although I glanced away for a brief period, when I looked up, I was headed into oncoming traffic and I panicked.

I can remember screaming out my son’s name again and again as I over corrected the car time and again. (Later he would ask me why I kept calling his name and I explained it was because I didn’t want to hurt him.)  I could hear the tires screeching as I swerved into the lane for oncoming traffic and then fought to keep the car from running into a ditch on my side of the road. I struggled for several seconds to control my car and when I realized, I couldn’t, I cried out, “Jesus help us!”

Before I go on, allow me to paint a picture of the area my son and I were in. We were on route 30, a two-lane road in King William County, Virginia. Because of the saw mills and pulp mills in that area, route 30 is heavily traveled by semi-trucks carrying cut timber. As my car veered from one lane to the other, by the grace of God, not a truck or car approached us, nor was there a car or truck behind us. It was as if we were the only vehicle on the road at that time.

After I cried out “Jesus help us,” I literally felt the power of God wrench the steering wheel from my hands. At this point the front end of my car was headed for a ditch and some woods behind the ditch. Instead of my car continuing in that direction, it turned 180 degrees and came to an abrupt stop. When I looked up, I was on the shoulder of the road parked directly between to roadside signs. My son was still in his car seat, unharmed. Men from a nearby auto repair shop came running to aid us, followed by a State Police Officer who responded to our accident.

I sat in my seat and cried and praised God. The officer marveled at how my car sat between those two sign posts, which by the way were still standing. He kept repeating, “Ma’am, I don’t know how you did this.” My response was, “you don’t understand, it wasn’t me, it was God.” I give Him all praise and glory for saving the lives of my son and me that day. By all appearances, we were on our way to a sure death, but in the words of CeCe Winans, “Mercy Said No!”

Perhaps you are dealing with a life or death situation. Maybe your circumstances aren’t life or death but are challenging your very faith. Remember what God did for me and my son early that morning and know He is more than able and willing to deliver you too. Be blessed!

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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My Cup Overflows

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Part 5:

I left the music world and attended nursing school. Once I completed nursing school, I made a bee-line as my mother used to say for Richmond, Virginia. My plan was to get as far away as possible from my troubles and begin a new life. In my haste to start over, I failed to realize I couldn’t outrun my troubles. My mother tried to convince me to stay home and get a job there until I was on my feet but I just wanted to get away.

After a few years here, I married and had a son; my greatest gift from God next to His Son and salvation. My marriage didn’t last and I found myself a single mother. Single motherhood was a challenge but I embraced it fully; my son was and still is the love of my life. I formed relationships in Richmond but because I was depressed, I attached myself to unhealthy friendships. That old saying, “misery loves company,” is so true. I found myself making poor financial decisions as well.

In the midst of all of my struggles, it seemed my singing career completely dried up. I sang at church but not in the way I had in Delaware. The interesting thing is, I never thought it was me. I thought God had closed the door to my artistic outlets completely. I failed to grasp the fact, I was reaping the harvest of my decisions. It was me who decided not to attend Boston University and pursue my dreams, not God. And because God gives us free will, He didn’t intervene when I made my choice. The fact I was no longer using my gift, sent me further into unrest. I became anxious, grouchy and moody.

As the years passed, my inner turmoil proliferated. I was searching for peace but I didn’t realize the peace I sought was with me all along. You see, God never left my side, he was just waiting on me. I’d grown up in church and knew the Word of God, but as my mother would often tell me, I needed to know God for myself. In other words, I needed a personal relationship with Him. My time of reckoning would come on the heels of the death of a very close cousin.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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The Glory Is Coming!

Daybreak by Michael

The first time, I listened to the song Glory written by Common and John Legend, after winning their Oscar, I cried. I’d heard it before but knowing they’d won the coveted Oscar (Academy) Award for Glory really brought it home for me. You see, I’m a Seventies child. I was born at the beginning of the Civil Right’s Movement and completed high school at the height of the movement. I’ve lived through the days depicted in the movie Selma and can vividly remember those times.

As I listened to the song Glory the day after the Academy Awards and then John and Common’s acceptance speech my mind traveled back to the days of my childhood. I thought of my mother and the days she stood waiting for the bus in the cold of winter, the heat of summer, rain and snow to make a meager living to care for my brother and me. I recalled her dream that her four children wouldn’t have to work hard as she did. My two older sisters were grown and on their own at that time, but mom still had a dream for the four of us.

My mind continued to travel back in time as I thought of my ancestors from Africa and how I’m alive today because someone survived the Middle Passage. I imagined them here in this country, toiling in the scorching sun on someone’s plantation; their skin dry and blistered, their mouths cracked and bleeding from dehydration. Yet, they labored on because they, too, had a dream. A dream of freedom for them and their children.

I sit here today with my own dreams. Dreams for my son and my niece and nephew; the apples of my eye. I want for them all what our ancestors marched and fought and died for. I want for them the right to vote as they desire. The right to eat in any establishment while sitting in any seat they choose. The right to attend whichever institution of higher learning they prefer. The right to be as Dr. King said “judged by the content of their character and not the color of their skin.” I want for them the fulfillment of their dreams without compromise. Now, there are those out there who will say, Savannah those things are already in place. Well, allow me to assure you in some places in this modern world, those rights still are not in place.

We must continue as a collective people to fight for the rights of all those living impoverished lives: For African-Americans still struggling for equal rights in this country. For the return of the pride felt by Native Americans who welcomed the first Europeans to this country, only to end up on reservations. For other cultures who’ve migrated to the United States for better lives only to be restricted from moving forward because their accents are a little different from ours. We must fight for women working twice as hard as their male counter-parts yet making half the wages. We must put a final end to human trafficking, domestic violence, child abuse, elder abuse and all other despicable acts perpetrated against those too weak to fight for themselves. Until all receive what the United States defines as equal rights we must continue fight because everyone matters.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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