“See The End Game”

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One of my favorite movies is Life of A King. It’s based on the story of Eugene Brown, the gentleman who started The Big Chair Chess Club for inner-city youth living in Washington D. C. Each time I watch the movie, I learn something new. However, no matter how many new lessons I glean with each viewing, my favorite remains “you must see the end game.” There is so much wisdom in that short sentence.

During the movie, Mr. Brown played by the talented, Cuba Gooding Jr, repeatedly tells his students to “think before you move. You must see the end game.” Regardless our age we can all apply those words of wisdom to our lives. How many disasters or tragic situations could have been avoided had we thought before we moved? I can think of a few circumstances in my life that would have gone differently had a paused and considered the outcome before acting.

As I travel this journey called life, I look for small lessons I can hold onto to help me grow and navigate the sometimes rocky places. Mr. Brown’s advice to “think before you move. You must see the end game” is one such nugget I now use often or at least attempt to. I do hope you, too, will find his advice useful.

It’s not always possible to make the right decision, all we can do is try as best we can. But in that attempt to make sound and concrete choices, lets remember Mr. Brown’s advice. “Think before you move. Remember to see the end game.”

As always, I hope my thoughts encourage you.

Ciao!

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Becoming A Foot Soldier

My bootsFor most of my life, I’ve know I’m called to be a Foot Soldier. We are those at the grassroots of the spiritual war. We go quietly about our work and are seldom in the lime light.

Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting a wonderful husband and wife team who are doing great things in my area. I met them after reading an article on their work in our local online paper. This young couple is working to help the homeless, especially those living in a tent city not far from my home.

After reading the article, I knew I had to get involved. You see, when God places a calling on our lives, He leads us to the exact place He wants us to be. I’ve always had a heart for the homeless and I’m always willing to put my hand to the plow and work in the fields.

I contacted the couple and made arrangements to meet up and drop off some clothing to a few of the people living in the tent city. My heart grieved for them because every night that I go to sleep, I lay down in a bed in a house with a secure roof over my head. I don’t know what it feels like to have no home to go to.

Dropping off clothing and having prayer with persons I met is just the beginning for me. I want to do so much more. Perhaps you have been led to get involved for the Kingdom of God. If so, ask for guidance and when He answers, put your hand to the plow and don’t turn back. This world needs Foot Soldiers now more than ever.

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

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“Baby, you’re like a little bird singing in the rain”

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When I was a young lady, my mother once told me I was like a little bird singing in the rain. It took me awhile to figure out what she meant. One day it dawned on me, she was telling me in her own way that I’m a worshiper. Have you ever had your attention drawn to a window because you heard a bird singing it’s heart out in the pouring rain? Most birds will seek shelter when it storms but every now and again, one will stay and sing; that’s my mother’s definition of a worshiper.

A worshiper will sing in spite of. In spite of their circumstances, their feelings, or their health to name a few. Like that little bird who raises it’s voice in song to our Creator in the storm, a worshiper will raise their voice with tears streaming down their face. I, like most people have had my share of hardships but when things become unbearable, I do what comes naturally, I close my eyes, throw my head back and I worship God. And above all, I trust and believe. I trust and believe in my brokenness like that little bird singing in the rain, that my prayers are heard.

One of my favorite praise and worship leaders and song writers is Michael W. Smith. I’d like to share one of his songs with you in hopes that it blesses you as much as it blesses me. Enjoy.

Here I am to Worship

Ciao!

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

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Lovin’ The Skin I’m In (make-up free!)

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Lately, there has been much media attention on young ladies and women who’ve sustained injury due to illegal butt injections gone wrong. Quite a few of those receiving the illegal injections, have died or been victims of severe complications. The sad thing is, they are dying or becoming maimed for no reason at all.

The women and young ladies I’m speaking of, have fallen victim of the latest rage; that is having a big booty. We see these booty’s everywhere; in videos, magazines, and on TV to name a few. As a woman who struggled with poor self image as a teen and young adult, I can understand the struggle my sisters now face. It seems now a days, if a woman or girl doesn’t possess a bodacious derriere, she risks not being seen as beautiful by her male counterparts. This leads me to an age old question. Why, do we as women feel we have to measure-up to some ridiculous standard, set by some unknown force, who feels someone died and left them in charge of what is considered beautiful?

Many people blame it on Rappers and Rap videos, but I believe it goes so much deeper and started many years before Rap was ever heard of. I believe the tearing down of a woman’s self image and self esteem dates back to the days of the Old Testament. The convenience of modern media is just a means of perpetuating it.

I remember growing up as a young girl and being ridiculed for my dark skin; later it was my thick lips. My saving grace was I had a mother who taught me to embrace who I was. My struggle as a teen was with my big legs and narrow hips. As an adult the degrading remarks came because, I don’t have the classic bodacious booty most women of color possess.

For quite a few years I struggled with the fact, my buttocks were not as round and firm as some of my sisters. To add insult to injury, I was even slapped on the butt and called “flats” on more than one occasion by men as well as women of different races. One day. however, I had an awakening. On that day, I embraced (as my mother taught me), the woman I am. I am a strong, intelligent, confident, vivacious and beautiful woman and I stand in all the glory of who God created has me to be.

My sisters everywhere. I challenge you to dare to be who you are. I challenge you to embrace every inch of your body, however you’re shaped and declare yourself to be beautiful, because you are. We don’t need a big butt or big boobs for that matter to be beautiful. The Bible states in Proverbs 30:31 (Amplified Version) “Charm and grace are deceptive, and beauty is vain [because it is not lasting], but a woman who reverently and worshipfully fears the Lord, she shall be praised!” Physical beauty is vain because 9 times out of 10, it doesn’t last!

Sister’s we must embrace, nurture and love ourselves as a whole, striving to become the best us we can be. As we age, it’s our inner beauty that will shine the brightest. It’s this inner woman who will fulfill all we are destined to be. I’ve included a link to Colbie Caillat’s song “Try” on YouTube; it’s of my favorite videos. (click here>) “Try” by Colbie Caillat

I hope the video and what I’ve said here will encourage you to love yourself just as you are. Be blessed!

Ciao!

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

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On the wings of an Eagle

 

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I recently found myself in a depressed state of mind after the loss of a dear family member. Now, the interesting thing about this is, I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. Well, not so. One night not so long ago at work, a co-worker pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong, when I confessed the severity of my emotional state, the color pretty much drained from her face. She and another co-worker sat me down and talked with me about my feelings and offered words of strength and encouragement.

Since then, I have taken steps to regain my joy. I’ve spent more time studying my Bible, I get out more and do at least one thing per day that I enjoy. I listen to positive messages and watch positive videos.  And I can feel the happiness beginning to bubble up inside of me again.

Tomorrow will be the first time in many years I won’t be able to phone my dear family member and wish her a Happy Birthday. To celebrate her life, I’ve been thinking of things I can do. Her favorite thing was Butterflies, so I may go out and find a Butterfly pin towear. Or I may buy a cake and have a Butterfly placed on it and share it with friends. I’m not quite sure yet. There is, however, one thing I’m definitely sure of and that is, she liked Butterflies but I like Eagles.

I once visited a zoo that had a area where Eagles with broken wings were rehabbed. As I gazed at them through the enclosure, I couldn’t help but stand in awe. Despite their condition, the posture of the Eagles was as regal as ever. Although they are birds, they seemed to hold their heads high as they patiently waited to heal.

As a part of my fascination with Eagles, I’ve often watched videos of them and to me nothing is more splendid than an Eagle taking flight for the first time after the mending of a broken wing. Looking back, I realize for the past nine months, my wing has been broken. I have grieved the loss of someone very dear. Tomorrow, in spite of the fact that I will always grieve her loss to some extent, my soul shall once again take flight.

In celebration of her life tomorrow, whether I buy a cake or wear a Butterfly or simply sit in quite reflection, as Isaiah 40:31 says, I will once again “mount up on the wings of an Eagle.” That which was broken has now been mended and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give a Butterfly a ride.

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My Cup Overflows

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Part 4.

My young adult years were filled with the same wonder and adventure of others my age on the path of self discovery. I entered college with the goal of becoming a Broadway singer. I was accepted into Boston University on a scholarship, with the opportunity to intern in New York City but declined attending there and instead chose Ohio State University. This would prove to be the beginning of a few bad choices I would make over the course of my young adult years. Things didn’t workout for me at Ohio State but I eventually landed an audition with The Peabody Institute at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland. Attending The Peabody Conservatory was a dream come true for me, but I wasn’t prepared.

During my high school years, my teachers took a great interest in me and my talents. I was given extra time and attention and even assisted in securing a spot with a choir set to tour Europe. The summer of my senior year I was privileged to sing before audiences in five European countries as soloist with that choir. I took talent to Peabody but I didn’t have the academic preparation for an all music setting. There are certain courses one must take prior to attending conservatory, but I hadn’t done so. Mostly because I didn’t have access to those classes. I also didn’t have the fight and determination then that I now have and so when the going got tough, I gave up.

The years of being bulled and picked on during my youth after Dad died taught me to retreat instead of push forward. I was timid, browbeaten and easily intimidated. Rather than fight for myself, I took the path of least resistance. My mother was there ever encouraging me to fulfill my dreams, but I just didn’t have the fortitude or tenacity. I came home from Peabody after a two year struggle and picked another career path. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I needed a job. It seemed my hopes and dreams as a creative were over, but God was right there in the midst with me. Although I had all but given up on my artistic future, God had a plan.

Ciao!

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

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