What Next?

© 2021 Tim Jones for Wordz & Rhythmz LLC.

As a nation stands on the cusp awaiting change, there’s a tension in the air that can be cut with a knife… Are you really ready for the answer to the question, What Next?”


What next, America?

This hysteria is overwhelming as loved ones held dear drop like flies!

Too young, high-strung, pre-existing conditions

Yet, ‘COVID’ marks their demise…

Hidden lies.


Everything smells of poop

As fellow men stoop so low as to smear their fears

Across whitewashed Capitol walls laid

By my enslaved and forgotten ancestors!

The reparations for Blacks stall and the poor class falls

As Congress’ too-little-too-late aid

Makes many of us wade and waddle

To coddle up new ways to reside.


Yet, the nation, with bated breath, bides…

Waits and relies on Biden’s imminent term,

Which widens the gap between black and white.


White and Black blends, forcing grey:

Blacks still hollering,

“Our Black lives matter!”

Yet our voices die…

Black man down…

Black woman down…

Blacks gunned down,

put down,

Black Genocide.

Watered down

Into new abbreviations like,

“P.O.C.” and “B.I.P.O.C.,”

Lumped together with other ethnicities

Who don’t believe Black matters matter,

So our Black love language is severed.


Miss me with that….

Lack of communication,

‘Cuz rejection seems to remain my station

As this nation continually stabs Blacks in the back,

Over 400 years now.


Like that best friend who said,

“I got your Black back, girlfriend!”

But in the end…

I was just a riser in her crystal clear staircase

As mine laid shattered…


Tattered and torn,

I’m so tired and worn,

Ready to just GIVE UP!

Throw in the towel as 2021

Hits me like a ton of bricks!

I’m so DONE!

Taking licks that no medicine can assuage,

So I meditate on a different page,

To my Higher Power of God!


As I lay subdued,

Eating a river of hot tears and spiritual verses like stew,

I spew chicken broth and brew — boiling mad,

Glad my Daddy sent heavenly angels

To help me climb out of my pit of despair…

Guarding my heart before I completely fall apart…

“Shanna don’t you dare…!”


See, I have to encourage MYSELF

‘Cause few listen when I call —

Emails go unanswered,

Ignored when I call or text,

But let them need something and I say no,

Those same folks be perplexed!



I’m almost afraid to ask.

But God doesn’t dish out fear,

So I’m here for the last




Turn now my eyes, my heart, and our kids to Lord Yah,

The Solution.

‘Cuz I’m learning that those who hurt you

Are sadly wrapped up in their own pollution.


See, the only One on Whom I can depend,

Will one day, part heavens’ skies with a shout, and descend.

And no BFF, Boo, Bae, or girlfriend

Will be able to save your lost soul

To ascend.


Are you ready for the next,

For what comes in

The End?



The Don Who Stole Christmas

I Donald J. Trump do grievously swear…
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There’s a lesson to be learned from Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas. After President Trump blocked a relief bill for the American people, it’s official: “The Donald” is “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.”

Sadly, many of us, including myself, might literally be able to relate to Yehushua being turned away thousands of years ago. Millions of Americans stand to be evicted from their homes on New Year’s following the expiration of the CDC’s moratorium protections.

I was ashamed until I recalled how God’s Holy Son Yehushua was turned away. He was thought to be insignificant and sent to be born in a cold, funky barn with animals. Just as a rich innkeeper did not make room for an exhausted, pregnant woman bringing forth the King of kings, the U.S. Congress and the President continue its months-long bickering, leaving citizens in precarious predicaments.

Pregnant with struggling small businesses, plummeting savings, lost wages,
rising illnesses, mounting bills, the passing of loved ones, and soon,
lost homes, our most dire needs remain unaddressed
by the very people we elected to speak and act on our behalf. 

At this moment, a “fluffed” bill that is hardly relief for distraught Americans, has been stagnated. Congress has padded this bill, which is incredulously over 5,000-plus pages long, with support to foreign countries, a slew of government operational funds, research, and more aid going to undocumented immigrants instead of what’s been designated for American citizens.

Why are vast federal aid components not directly associated with COVID-19 relief for Americans and the economy laid out in this bill? Why has Congress spent months toiling on a bill padded with federal securities for government operations? How are undocumented immigrants receiving more funds than taxpaying Americans?

Can anyone make this make sense?

Although the $1,200 direct stimulus payments to Americans in April was the largest expenditure in the CARES Act spending bill, totaling $600 billion, direct aid to Americans remains dismal.

One of the richest, most advanced countries in the world is lagging when it comes to providing support to its citizens in the midst of the worst pandemic in the world’s history (see STATISTA study here).

Refusing to take responsibility for his own lack of leadership in this process, President Trump slammed the bill late Tuesday, then scuttled off on holiday. This morning, U.S. House Republicans rejected the Democrats’ proposal to increase direct stimulus aid to Americans from $600 to $2,000, leaving the entire relief bill in limbo.


President Donald Trump as Santa Claus.

I was under the impression that great leaders delegate, supervise, and manage their resources well. We clearly have a president who has missed this mark continuously during his tenure and rides out his pending days confirming this assessment. In addition, Trump’s administration and the elected U.S. Congress has shown us where their priorities lie, and it is not with the needs of its suffering constituents.

Just as we shrug off Yehoshua throughout the year, looking only to The Nativity Story long enough to get us into the Holiday spirit, we have missed the message in Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas. The real meaning of Christmas NEVER came from a store, and America has clearly forgotten what “In God We Trust” means.

Photo Credit: Thinkstock/Kevron2001

Now more than ever, man must seek the Holy Spirit, be obedient, and have the faith of a mustard seed. No government, or gift, can, or will, save you. That is a job meant for One Who is Alpha and Omega, The Beginning and The End. Trust in The Lord, and know that no matter what, all is well. It is going to be a Merry Christmas! SHALOM.

Just Believe..

So, just when your mountain seems too high

And your valley falls too low

Just when your tears, they come so fast,

You can’t tell which way to go

Just when your heart’s about to break

From the pain that’s deep inside

That is the time when you just believe…

                                     ~ LaShanna R. Tripp, Just Believe. Wordz & Rhythmz Publishing, 2007.


I originally wrote the song, “Just Believe,” in 2007 for the one and only American Idol Songwriting Competition that took place that season. It didn’t win, but this season, those lyrics are speaking to me.

When God told me to “launch into the deep” in the Spring of 2019,

I knew then that I was about to be swimming for my life.


My older siblings will tell you that I had a time battling water as a toddler, so any references to swimming around in deep waters instigate fear. I prefer to feel my feet touch bottom.

But we know that sometimes, the only way to overcome that fear is to jump in head first, right? Well, I seem to have that part down pretty good!

At the age of three, I saw all of my older siblings splashing around in the cool, aqua waters of our backyard pool in Yorba Linda, California. I saw their heads above the water so all was safe, right? I gleefully called out their names, waving wildly. Then, I launched my little brown body into that pool,  nearly drowning.

If it weren’t for my oldest brother, Lou Price, I wouldn’t be here writing this.

43 years later, I am drowning again, but God warned me and promised a safety net. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t apprehensive. The last time I left the comfort of a full-time job to pursue passion, I lost everything and ended up homeless.

I just couldn’t go back to that. As I prayed for a new response, all He said to me was, “This time won’t be like last time,” then sent me to Isaiah 54.

When you want to succeed as badly as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful!

~Eric Thomas, The Hip Hop Preacher

If this season has proved anything to those of us who believe in Him, it’s that God says what He means, and He means what He says. As I see so many of my friends, family and entrepreneurial cohorts succeed and make huge moves to shift their lives to greater during this pandemic, I am excited for them, and celebrate with them, but I myself am encountering some extremely dire circumstances that threaten to take me out completely.


Ever feel like all you did was wake up to conquer the day and all you continue to hit are brick walls? I mean, how many meetings can you take and be told no? How many calls, how many emails, how many grants, how many auditions, how many opportunities can you apply for, and be told no, and keep moving? How many, how many, HOW MANY?

Yep. That’s me right now.

I can’t make sense of anything right now, and it’s so frustrating! And I can’t help but wonder, am I the only one willing to verbalize how low I feel? I have never been great at covering up how I feel. What you see is what you get, and my face will tell you everything. Want to win at poker? Play me. Worst poker face EVER. Heck, I don’t even know how to play poker, so there you go!

But this lets me know, more than anything, that there is something big brewing with every step I make. With every call, I am closer. With every email, I am closer. With every no, there’s a yes building somewhere. I just have to keep striking the rock, place my hope in God, and trust I will strike gold soon.

Every delay, every denial, every choice, every thing God has allowed to be placed on hold and blocked is leading me on a journey to something greater that must be completed in order for His will to manifest in my life. I will continue to work, I will continue to keep the faith, and I will continue to confess His Word.

I am in spiritual labor,

and these pains are something serious.

Lord, help thou my unbelief…




Depression: Alone With Him

Depression: Alone with Him

In the world’s madness, lies a battle within the minds of all African-Americans that no one can comprehend. How do we heal? How can we be restored? Who do we turn to when no one knows, or can even understand, how deep this hurts? There is only One I can turn to in this depression.


Laid prostrate before you
Weighted world pounding my head
No amount of sleep
Giving rest on midnight’s bed

Peacefulness has left me
Depression’s setting in
Few friends have come to call
Yet darkness soon descends

Silent, cries are stifled
Healing distances itself
But, The Spirit within me bursts
As another sista sheds her tears

Woman esteemed, now empty
Voice raised to appeal Black pain
I’m moved to share her moments
23 minutes is all it takes

Now, laid prostrate before You
Weighted world pounding my head
Alone With Him* plays softly
To guide my whispered prayers

A vision of our Savior Yahushua
Carrying a cross He needn’t bear
A weighted world upon His shoulders:
Man’s selfishness creates despair

I pour my heart out before You
Seeing Your faithful love so pure
The words swell deep within me
And I know I must endure

Spoken tongues edify me through prayer,
Breaking chains that ache head and heart
Waving goodbye to sadness
As darkness now departs

A talk with Him cures everything
Though world still lies in pain,
When I sit alone with Him
I find strength to fight again…


*The prayer and worship instrumental, Alone With Him by Brandon Roberson, which was an inspirational background for this poem. Visit www.wordzandrhythmz.com/blog for additional poems, articles and works by LaShanna.

The Confederacy: A Proud American Legacy or Suppressed Treachery? (Part I)

Prior to global protests against police brutality and systemic racism, Jennifer Luck and I were merely colleagues in theatre education. Currently a professor at Jacksonville State University, I first met Jennifer during the stage production of Mahalia at Birmingham Festival Theatre.


However, we now have another shared memory we would both rather forget – seeing men sworn to protect and serve pin an unarmed black man down in the gutter of Minneapolis. Officer Derek Chauvin was seen on camera pressing his knee into George Floyd’s neck for eight minutes and 46 seconds to keep him from breathing. Standing by, clearly aiding and abetting, were his three colleagues. And it changed everything.


Enraged protestors flooded city streets nationwide following the senseless murder of Floyd by rogue police on Memorial Day, May 25, 2020. All four officers involved would not be arrested or charged for nearly a week.


Removing Historic Figures or Traitorous Rebels?

In Alabama, activists led a slew of peaceful rallies, until some protesters decided it was time to remove the constant reminder of why the Confederacy existed in the first place – the graven statue of U. S. General, Robert E. Lee, in downtown Birmingham’s Linn Park.


As protestors defaced and vandalized the Lee statue, attempting to knock it down, Mayor Randall Woodfin assured the disgruntled crowd that he would have the statue removed within two days. This spurred protestors across the country to follow suit.


NASCAR announced it would no longer fly the confederate flag, and cities and colleges across the nation began removing state-funded statues and symbols of confederate soldiers from their grounds. But traitorous hate attempts to prevail, as Alabama’s only African-American NASCAR driver, Bubba Wallace, and team #43 are attacked, arriving to races at Talladega Speedway on June 21, only to find a noose in his team’s garage stall.


Help from the Community

My friend Jennifer and many other fellow white Americans seek to understand what we as Black America has endured, actively working to see how they can address policy to effect positive change. What encourages me even more, is that she and other residents of Jacksonville are making a concerted effort to have a confederate statue in Jacksonville, Alabama’s town square removed.


“We have a petition and our art historian is doing the research and writing a provenance,” Jennifer stated. “We’ve already been to one city council meeting and raised the question in the public comments, and will speak again this evening. We’ve been looking into relocation options because we want it to be moved to a more appropriate place where it can be contextualized, not kept in a public space in the center of town.”


The Truth of America’s Treacherous Past

Some white Americans around the nation refuse to support the outcries against injustice, maintaining that American history is being destroyed by removing confederate symbols. However, truth about the Confederacy needs to be properly retaught to adults, including President Donald J. Trump.


During his election rally in Tulsa, OK on June 20, Trump seemed to provoke attendees in a mournful measure, saying that protestors were “tearing down our beautiful statues.”


We must remember that the 11 states who seceded from the United States in 1860 (Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia) operated as a completely separate government with Jefferson Davies as President, following the election of President Abraham Lincoln. The Civil War was instigated by these seceded states, under the most notable Generals in the Confederacy, which included General Robert E. Lee, and General Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson.


“We are still dealing with the problems that were perpetuated by those who thought themselves to be superior based solely on the color of their skin,” notes Jennifer.


When the U.S. government made plans to abolish slavery, the majority of southerners waged war against its own country. This operation reeks of treachery, and it has been grossly glorified, intentionally mistaught, and yet honored in American history for over a century.


Jacksonville’s Issue in Town Square

Moved by Jennifer’s persistence in getting Jacksonville to authorize the removal of its confederate statue in Town Square, we delved deeper in hopes of garnering greater support for her efforts, and maybe even aiding in repealing Alabama law.


“Most of the confederate memorial statues were placed around the early 20th century by the United Daughters of the Confederacy (UDC),” said Jennifer. “This organization of white women sought to reframe the narrative of the Civil War and the Confederacy, not as treasonous rebels who lost, but rather as heroic men fighting for a noble ‘Lost Cause.’

This was accomplished at the height of the Jim Crow era as confederate soldiers began to die off, intending to disenfranchise Black Americans and enforce segregation throughout the South. They wanted to reinforce ideas of white supremacy, which didn’t stop at erecting monuments. It continued with rewriting textbooks that were used in schools in Southern states throughout the 1970s.

They used their wealth and clout, being from prominent families, to impose their agenda on school children from all walks of life. Some of the challenges is overcoming the narratives of the ‘war of northern aggression,’ ‘states’ rights,’ and ‘happy darkies working in the fields,’ which are a direct result of their influence.”


Jennifer believes that removing these monuments from public places is just a first step in correcting American ills against African-Americans.


“Systemic racism exists,” Jennifer said pointedly. “It is baked into the foundational documents of our country. The constitution values a Black life at 3/5 the value of a white life. We had to amend it to rectify that horrific mistake. The place of Black Americans is full participation in our democratic processes, full participation in our society, and full equality under the law.

“These reminders placed by segregationists keep those wounds open and don’t allow for healing the wounds of racism and moving forward. Relocating them (confederate statues) to places where they can be contextualized as historical objects may not abolish racism, but it is a step in the direction of making our public spaces more welcoming to ALL of our citizens.”


Relocating Statue for Educational Purposes

Jennifer has also discovered parts of her family history and is more adamant than ever about removing the confederate statue in Jacksonville’s town square.


“We are working towards relocating the Confederate monument the UDC installed in 1909.  We garnered over 1,200 signatures on a petition, and our goal is to build community consensus to relocate the monument to a more appropriate location where it can be historically contextualized. One of the women working on this project is an art historian who has been researching the history of the monument and Jacksonville.

“We are conversing with local organizations that may be willing to house the monument, along with the city council about our public spaces in town. The essential question at hand is, ‘Does this monument reflect our community values today?’ We don’t believe it does.

“The inscription on the monument reads, in part, ‘Be it ours to transmit to posterity our unequivocal confidence in the righteousness of the cause for which these men died.’ We don’t have confidence in that righteousness. Owning other human beings as property is not righteous or part of our contemporary value system. It should not represent the heart and soul of our town.”


How You Can Help

Jennifer and other residents will reappear before the Jacksonville City Council tonight at 7 p.m. to petition for the removal of the confederate statue. They are asking all residents to engage in the discussion.


Citizens can immediately help by signing the online petition here at Change.org.


“We will continue posting updates for further actions taken by the community, and communicate progress that has been made in the effort,” said Jennifer. “As we move forward, there will likely be fundraising campaigns to cover the relocation and fines to pay to the state of Alabama.


The Wordz Blog follow-up story with Jennifer Luck will appear in the next blog, The Confederacy: A Proud American Legacy or Suppressed Treachery? (Part II). Stay tuned!



A Letter to Satan

A Letter to Satan

By LaShanna R. Tripp

Therefore hell hath enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure: and their glory, and their multitude, and their pomp, and he that rejoiceth, shall descend into it. ~Isaiah 5:14


Dear Satan,

My spirit mourned another death yesterday, as you dealt more blows to brown people. You invited the Supreme Court to once again overlook centuries of injustice in our plight as Congress signed a bill for a win that attempted to once again mute our cries of #blacklivesmatter.

Yet, we shall still have the last laugh. At dawning of this new day, Father Yahweh gave me a message for you:

In your incensed anger, you again worked through man’s suffering and ailing spirit, forgetting that which God warned you millenniums before He created this world:

Satan, you LOSE.
Almighty God reigns FOREVER.


I declare and decree the Word of God:

No weapon formed against us will prosper and EVERY tongue that rises up against us, God gives us wisdom to condemn! This is our heritage as His saints, and our righteousness from Almighty God!” ~Isaiah 54:17

In Our Savior Yahushua’s Holy Name,


A Protest Poem for Police Brutality

2020 BLM Protest photographed by Koshu Kunii

If We Must to War…

*In the wake of George Floyd’s murder while in police custody on Memorial Day, May 25, 2020, I struggled to find my voice. When it finally struck, it was at 2:00 a.m. on May 28. There is no filter here. Please ingest with caution. 

If we must to war
Rest assured we will die
But better like this
Than at the crooked hand
Of any blue-clad whites
Who provoke a perverse
Pivot back to a segregated past
Where ink on a
1964 Civil Rights Bill,
Which hasn’t bothered to last,
Dies over the graves
Of an exhausted generation
Who spoke of better days
For us

When those babies stood up
Against Bull Connor
And marched the racist streets of
“Bombingham” with Dr. King
As silenced adults stayed home
With bottles in their mouths,
Afraid to blink,
And risk their jobs,
As water hoses speared the
Innocent backsides
Of the
Beautiful brown skin
Of their children like knives…
Yet, 56 years later,
The grandchildren of those babies
Die in American-sanctioned
Hebrew genocides nationwide,
Full lives

If we must to war
Be sure
You are driven
By a heavenly Word
To stir a pot
That’s rotten
Like forgotten gumbo in NOLA
When the Levees Broke
Like the Ebola,
Now it’s Corona…


Between Corona and Racism
I don’t know what to think!

They blasted Ahmaud
Before the quarantine hit
Had nerve to try and hide it
Shot Breonna cold dead
In her bed
Then kneeled down on
The neck
Of George, our gentle giant
May all our senselessly dead
Rest in sweet heavenly peace
Couldn’t speak
Cuz my brotha
Couldn’t breath!


I. CAN’T. BREATH, Ameri-KKK!!!!

I’m on fire like Minneapolis
Your Targets are a target
What a pity, this city…
Now havoc is runnin’
Cuz you were gunnin’
To remove me from
This rat race
With your racist
Now pace yourself
Because one thing I know

Is if we must war
Heaven already knew
He told us
In Ecclesiastes 3
Verse 16 divided by
Two Tales of America
Prophesied this sore
White people, I ask
What are you waiting for?

You hugged me
Said you loved me
Said you cared
Will you now dare
Your privilege to
Take on this massive demon
And help gain victory
For a detested Hebrew like me?
He said,
To everything there is a season
And a time to every purpose
Under His sun

Now…is the time to SPEAK!
Now…is the time to BREAK DOWN!
NOW…is the time to WAR!!!!

War against a system
That spills our blood
Too easily into the streets
And laughs mockingly at the anguish
That consumes our souls

Through unequal education,
Incorrigible wages,
And pathetic healthcare
All the while
A false smile
An inhumane hand
Stabbing us in the back
Like the forgotten stepchild
As we rise to take a stand
For being Hebrew
But He knew
The thoughts
The plans
And they aren’t few…

If we must to war
Heaven prophesied this sore
White people, I ask again
What are you still waiting for?
Whatcha gonna do about
Bad cops, bad cops…
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do
When Yah comes for you?

If we must,
We will die.
For He has already
Given prophecy of
Ultimate victory
Over your unbridled hate!


Rest in peace, Mr. George Floyd, and the too many black lives senselessly lost due to racist and rogue police.

Video timeline of Mr. Floyd’s final moments on May 25, 2020:


You Are ‘Mike’ Sunshine, My Only Sunshine…

“Don’t worry about it. Everything’s going to be fine!”


My first professional mentor, dear friend, and one of the most amazing supervisors I’ve ever had, Michael Thomas Murphy (August 5, 1948 – May 1, 2020) is being laid to rest today.


This was no debate when it came to Mike. I mean, who is ever FRIENDS with their WORK SUPERVISOR?!?


It is so befitting, likened to the day we said our earthly goodbyes to my mother in 2014, it is a beautiful, bright, sunshiny day. God’s blessings are surely neverending, even when we pass from this life to temporary death.


Mike was the type of supervisor that should have began a business training other wannabes as leaders. He didn’t judge, he didn’t argue, he didn’t make you feel bad about your choices and he could work with anybody. ANYBODY.


I believe that was a major gift he passed along as a leader. The power to work with multiple attitudes (be them multiple personality disorders, or whatever).


Now, he threw you to the fire, ready or not, while he stood by like a father, waiting to catch you should he need to.


To this day, I have not had a supervisor like this man.


Had things been different during the change in leadership at the agency, I likely would have never left. But when you’re headed into work crying every day, something is definitely wrong and you have a choice to make.


I left.


But that was the culture Big Bob Luckie, who founded the agency, and his sons, Bob and Tom  Luckie, created and cultivated at their ad firm. It was the best place for me to begin a successful career, especially after a previous supervisor from a job I had fresh out of my first college graduation, had cursed me out, then fired me when I asked him to talk to me with more respect.


Mike was such an understanding leader for me, other interns, and all of the adults on his team. He saw your potential past your imperfections and stood by you no matter what hit the fan! And when it did, he was a leader and took accountability for all of it, saying,”


“Don’t worry about it. Everything’s going to be fine!”

This is a hard hit because even now, I can hear him saying this, and hear his laughter ringing loudly despite any negative news you brought his way. That laughter made you laugh, and if you weren’t feeling great, you forgot it in his sunny company.


This is how he would want us to be now: happy.


I don’t ever believe death is a loss, because God said in I Corinthians 15:55,

“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”

So WE WIN!!! This death, Mike, is your first step to eternal life in Him, and so we celebrate your amazing life, legacy, love and laughter.

You maintained through all of the hills and valleys our Heavenly Father brought you through, and taught others to do the same.


Today’s Wordz blog post is dedicated to you and the phenomenal life you lived despite your trials. You helped me name Wordz & Rhythmz when I started writing and performing poetry professionally back in 2002. I love you for being a great friend, father, mentor, business advisor and simply just being YOU.


All of us who knew you are better because of your friendship. I can only commit to living and leaving a legacy such as great for my own family, with no regrets whatsoever.


Rest in heavenly peace, my dear friend. We shall see you when we get there…


You Are “Mike” Sunshine

By LaShanna R. Tripp

© 2020 Wordz & Rhythmz LLC. W&R Publishing.


You are…

“Mike” Sunshine

My only sunshine…


When everything doesn’t line up right

Fighting a good fight

And bringing light

Into sordid situations


Raising your babies

Instead of raising hell

If only other supervisors

Could take this lesson

They would never fail


And the only failure I had

Is not having enough time

But I cherish the time

Spent well in your laughter

And know the heavenly angels

Are singing with you

In the hereafter


The elevation of your soul

As it now resides with our Holy Master

All of the pain in your body

No longer keeping you down

In this COVID-19 pandemic disaster


I am at peace for you

Because this world

Has seemingly lost its mind

And you are now safer

You’re so much better


You are “Mike” sunshine…

My only sunshine

You made us happy

When skies were grey

We have our memories

We have our families

We’ll never let your sunshine go away…


This song by Fred Hammond is dedicated to you…


Promises, Promises…


I remember when Connie and I lost everything — all we had were God’s promises to stand on.

We were staying at the In Town Suites back in 2010 on Huffman Road. The room fee had to be paid the next day and we had $0 in the bank.
I sat on the bed in the tiny room squeezing my eldest daughter, Miracle, to my chest. She was only 1 year old at the time, and I was pregnant with Connie III. I rocked her in my arms just crying and praying for God to show up. I repeatedly told Him I knew He would provide.

It seemed like forever before I calmed down, no tears left to cry.

I sullenly checked my email and noticed a random email from, Tracy, a close friend of ours. She was telling me she was thinking about us and to call her first thing in the morning.
We talked the next day and we ended up at her house, where she put a check for about $250, along with a sealed envelope, into my hands! I nearly choked. But, I heard God clearly instruct me to pray with her before we left. So we held hands and stood in a circle to pray, and then we left…
Connie and I were astounded by the $250! As we continued driving, headed to our bank to deposit the check, I opened the envelope she had included and pulled out a card.

As I opened the card, another check for about $1,000 fell into my lap!

I screamed and had to call her back! No one but God put us on her heart to do this.
Tracy’s move of faith is a constant reminder to me that God works miracles through people, and He always gives us more than what we ever ask of Him.
I share this story because what I know first-hand is this:
No matter how painful this global COVID-19 pandemic is, or how bleak things look for us right now, God is always faithful and His Word will never return to Him void!
Just this morning, I was telling my children about showing God gratitude.
We serve the same God who provided fresh manna from heaven each morning for the children of Israel after they fled Egypt. And they could never store and keep any of that day’s manna because it would rot!

They had to trust God daily to provide their basic needs.

We are all apparently in flight, and it is in this place, this space, this time of transition, that God promised to be RIGHT HERE IN OUR MIDST…
He promised to never leave nor forsake us…
He promised that where two or more are gathered in His name He’s in the midst…
Yahweh promised that we shall have WHATSOEVER WE SAY…
He promised that He would bring us to an expectant end…
God promised that nothing would EVER separate us from His love…
Our Loving Father promised that we would have life more abundantly…
And His promises go on…
Right now, I encourage each of you, as I encourage myself.
Each day, get into your personal time with Him and call out those things that be not, as though they are.
Speak aloud those secret things He promised you.
Ask Him for clarity, direction, resources and breakthroughs that only He will be able to get the glory for once He has brought them to fruition in your life.


New Devils STOP!

What adversaries are stopping you from taking a leap of faith? Just pick any distraction.

Distractions are interesting. Distractions cause us to pause and more often than not, miss out on important, right-now moments in a life we’re not promised to be living tomorrow.

These disruptive distractions are unnecessary hesitations that delay what we know in our hearts we need to be doing. They are also emotions fed to us by others seeking to infest us with their own innate fears.

Today should be the day we stop living our life based on other people’s fears!

These distractions are simply your adversary seeking to delay you from your purpose. And man, did one hit me just this week through a loved one.

I found myself on a call that was intended to be a moment to catch-up, but it became pretty shady fairly quickly. I felt as if my talent and choices to transition to a new career was being attacked through a hidden, one-sided verbal war I thought I was unsuited to fight.

Out of respect, I could only sit there in shock as I listened to an onslaught of self-righteous opinions that sought to apparently somehow correct me. The goal, of course, was to stall me and take me off of my game!

I finally just hung up, but I could only stand there, stupefied. And then it hit me out of nowhere.


Earlier that morning, while running errands with my husband, he pulled to a STOP sign in our neighborhood that we’ve passed hundreds of times before. However, my eyes caught something posted on the sign that I had never noticed before. The two words somehow screamed at me just then, and I instinctively knew that it was a warning:


I Corinthians 16:9 rushed to mind. I recalled that as doors and resources are being opened up to us during a season of growth and transition to greater, many adversaries rush in right along with the blessings. Now, this sign can be seen in different ways if we add punctuation:

  1. NEW DEVILS STOP. (Meaning new devils distract you and keep you from moving forward.)
  2. NEW DEVILS, STOP! (Meaning we shout out and tell the new devils to stop distracting us!)

I immediately just thanked God for the warning because it allowed me to focus back on what He told me: that this time won’t be like last time!

Both interpretations of this sign today were important to me!

Some of you, like myself, have taken risks before and failed very well, and are now in a season of trying again. God has promised that this time won’t be like last time.

That last time, you didn’t have a plan.

The time before last time, you were younger and didn’t seek wisdom and understanding.

This last time, you didn’t trust Him like you do now.

This is not the last time. This time, is your time.

Despite what your adversaries are doing, focus on what God said to you! Do you need discipline? Buckle down. Do you need help? Ask Him for it.

Fulfillment will only come when you are in pursuit of utilizing your gifts and talents to help others.

Cory Asbury’s moving song, Water and Dust, reminds us that God makes beautiful out of our ugliness. When everything around us is falling apart and not shaping up to be what we thought, don’t lose heart. He is working. 

You were created for greater! Tell the new devils you are three feet from striking gold, and you are not quitting!

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