What I’m Reading This Week – 10/23/2014

Happy Thursday! Ready for some good reads?

Have a great weekend!

What I’m Reading This Week – 10/7/2014

Been reading some good stuff over the last week or so, hope there’s something that catches your interest in the links. Let’s go:

See you next week!

What I’m Reading This Week

Lots of good stories about Ferguson, MO this week:

Other good stories to note:

That’s all for this week. Let me know what you think in the comments!

August Prayer Challenge: Update #6

It’s been about a week since I’ve updated about my personal journey on Serenity’s prayer challenge and what a week it’s been.

 I’ve been consumed with following all the coverage about the Mike Brown shooting in Ferguson, Missouri. Thank goodness for social media outlets and blogs because if it were left up to the mainstream media, we’d all be days late and dollars short on information. O_o  I’m saddened, outraged, tired, shocked, and appalled but not really surprised about the treatment of young black men in this country, so I’m not going to go on and on about it when there is tons of other coverage that say all of how I feel (like in my previous blog post). My prayer habits have been sporadic during this time due to my own personal mental exhaustion though I’ve been listening to a lot of gospel music and reading some devotionals to try to remain encouraged. My sleep habits, which really aren’t that great to begin with, have suffered too due to being glued to the internet and the TV. My husband has actually admonished me to dial it back a notch and I’ve tried to do just that for the last few days.

 But right now I am tired, so I went back to read Serenity’s blog from Day 15 which talks about Endurance. One of the verses, which should be familiar to a lot of people is:

 Isaiah 40:31 – “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary and they shall walk and not faint.”

This time period served as reminder to me how easily it is to get off track and how important it to work to stay focused in your life, both personally and spiritually. I might not see the results of what I have been praying for exactly on August 31, 2014 but the goal is to realize that this is a marathon and not a sprint. And even if I get off track, I can hit the reset button. I’m going to do that starting right now.

What I’m Reading This Week

I’m constantly reading and sharing various links that I get from my Twitter feed and from FB. I think I’m going to start sharing more of them via the blog as well.

I think that’s enough for now. Let me know in the comments if any of the links are broken and if you would like me to continue this on a regular basis!

Happy reading!

 

On Keeping Your Hands To Yourself

When I was 25, I was living with my then boyfriend in a cute little 2 bedroom apartment on the southwest side of Houston. I was footloose, fancy free and I-N-D-P-E-N-D-E-N-T. (Word to Lil Boosie!) And typical of most 20 somethings, I really didn’t know that much at all and very often thought first of myself and not much of others, including him.

I’ve always been a mouthy chick, slick with the tongue and nice with my words. My ex-boyfriend was a very nice guy,  extremely laid back and very slow to anger. We rarely had cross words. Until that night I my mouth wrote a check my ass couldn’t cash.

I don’t remember what instigated the argument and it doesn’t really matter now anyway. What do I know is that I went for the jugular with my words and said something about my ex-boyfriend’s father. I was deliberately trying to hurt him because I knew that my ex didn’t have much of a relationship with his father and it pained him deeply. We’d talked about it on numerous occasions. The look on his face let me know that I’d hit WAY below the belt. Then in my infinite brilliance, I decided I’d get up in his face, talk even more shit, and PUSH him a few times. Did I mention that my ex at the time was 6’2’’ and around 275 pounds and had played college football?

Something in him broke. He grabbed me in a bear hug, shook me REALLY hard and left the room. He then closed the door and managed to lock me in the room so that I couldn’t get out. I could hear him outside in the living room. He was crying.

Eventually he did something to the door so that I could get out. I came out and he was gone. He left the house and stayed with a friend that night.

Fortunately I had the sense enough to be ashamed and embarrassed. When he came back home, he apologized for shaking me and said he cried because I hurt him so bad and because he shook me. And I apologized for putting my hands on him. I was dead ass wrong.

And to this day, I’ve never put my hands on any other man I’ve been involved with.

Like many people I’ve followed the Ray Rice case with interest. I think that the 2 game suspension from the NFL was too light. Domestic violence is WRONG and I want to make sure that I make that clear to anyone who may read this post on that. Victims of domestic violence should never be blamed for what happens to them.

Yet I understand what Stephen A Smith was trying to say in his very inarticulate and very clumsy remarks. And I understand what Whoopi Goldberg was getting at when she asserted that women should keep their hands to themselves.  Human beings have breaking points. And sometimes conflicts get escalated by one party or the other.  Neither gender should seek to deal with any conflict by using violence.

I think that the real message that’s being lost in all ranting and raving is this:

MEN, KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF.

WOMEN, KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF.

EVERYONE, KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF.

The lessons that we learned in nursery school, as little children, still do apply to our lives as adults. We should do well to remember them.

What Has Always Bothered Me About 12 Years A Slave

First let me say that I have not seen the movie. I have a copy of the book that I haven’t read yet. So I am not commenting on the acting at all. I’m quite sure it’s a magnificent film. 

A friend posted the following article on FB:  Lupita Nyong’o And What It Means To Be Black

This was my response in her status:

This is a great article. I must admit that while I’m thrilled that Lupita won, it makes me feel some type of way that it took a British director, a British actor and a Kenyan actress to tell a Black American story about slavery. Other blacks in the Disapora love to look down their noses at us ‘regular Blacks’ without acknowledging that they were the ones who sold us down the river. Then they come the US and don’t bother to understand the racial dynamic in play while they benefit off the sacrifices on my ancestors. I’ve written a book. I shouldn’t have blogged in your comments! Lol!

As a descendant of American slaves, this bothers me. A lot. It’s like having a small pebble in your shoe while you are walking down the street. And I probably sound petty but were there no Black American actors and actresses who were considered for the roles? Maybe there were..maybe there weren’t, I don’t know. And yes I realize that slavery existed in quite a few places, like the Carribean and Brazil, but this ain’t about those places. I’m glad the movie got made, I’m certainly glad Solomon Northup’s story was shared with the masses but still…it just doesn’t sit too well with me.