Unseasoned Dinner

After having a thorough talk with a close friend of mine, I found myself giving advice that I, as well, may need to take. Our conversation evolved from struggling, as we are now, to religion. Of course, the primary objective that was rooted into my mind was religion. I am no saint, but I am saved. I know, without a shadow of doubt in my mind, that God sent his only begotten son to die for all of our sins, and through Him I am saved. However, I’m still a sinner and I am no better than a person on death row for serial murders. I am striving to be more like Christ, although my efforts are not as aggressive as they should be. I’m faithful that God will and is working with me and molding me into the man that I am to be. I am faithful. I’m filled with faith. Through my faith, I am pleasing God.

During the conversation with my friend, I realized that this person is, ironically, the same person who I was a few months ago. Due to several mishaps and a series of trials, I found myself growing weary of all of the tribulations that I had encountered. I prayed vigorously every single day to be delivered from all of the anguish that was continuously oppressing me. I was so anxious to get away from all of the troubles that I reverted to attempting to handle them on my own. My faith began to dwindle and every inkling of struggles penetrated straight into my heart. I became angry and found myself blaming God for not holding up his end of the bargain. I failed to realize that my faulty faith was the finger that pulled the trigger to the pistol loaded with rounds of heartache and woes that was aimed directly at my heart. No matter how much I prayed, it seemed like I wasn’t getting any response from God. I prayed lacking faith. My prayers were like unseasoned food. I wouldn’t want feast on tasteless meat, so why would God want to feast on tasteless and unfaithful prayers. Hebrews 11:6 says, “Without faith, it is impossible to please God.” I had known that before, yet my faith faltered and I was forced to discover that His word is real.

I used this same story to explain to my friend that I have been in the situation that the person is in. I’ve probably been in worse. Through speaking with my friend I noticed that this person has been praying in the same manner as I was. I know that still have some issues of my own, and the advice I gave to my friend, I took heed myself. We’ll fast for 7 days and show our Father that we are faithfully strong in Him. I won’t go into details about what we are fasting, but during the fast we will pray faithfully and know, whole-heartedly, that God will bring us to our break-through.

Stay tuned for the testimony of our works and how good God is!

A Letter To My Father

A LETTER TO MY FATHER

Dear Father, My Savior,

So many times, you’ve called and reached out to me, and I turned away from you. So many times, I have tried to conquer this troublesome life on my own. I let my foolish pride separate us and I often turned to the world for comfort. When I was down and out I called out to you lacking faith. When you didn’t respond in an instance, I found myself being frustrated with you, and I was careless of my own faults. Though, you always responded when I called. You always answered my prayers. Forgive me. I tried to carry my own burdens and rid myself of them only to find that the load was getting heavier and heavier. The sad thing about it all is that I know who you are, and I know that you are capable of all things! I continuously shunned away from you and I place blame on you when I felt neglected. The truth of the matter is that you were always there. You said that you would never leave or forsake me, and you never left me; I just never sought you presence. Instead, I turned to man to find love and comfort. I deliberately and consistently rejected you and became agitated with you when I was the only one hindering my blessings. Father, I apologize, with all my heart, for my ignorance. I apologize for my lack of faith. I apologize for being the epitome if my own lonesomeness and blaming you.
I’m grateful, Father. Through all of the negative actions that I displayed, you stayed right there with me. Just as I thought that I was about to drown in my own sorrows and misery, you reached out to me once again. Only this time, I reached out to you as well, and you rescued me from drowning in a sea of heartache and pain. I don’t deserve it. I’m not worthy of the blessings that you bestow upon me, but you bless me anyway. You give and give and give to me, and selfishly, I take. I’ve realized that the time has come for me to accept responsibility and seek what it is that you will have me to do. I want to give back you, Father, because you love me, and you show me that you do every day in the simplest ways. I appreciate your goodness immensely. The pain, tears of sadness, worry, stress, and the many bottles of alcohol that I submerged them in are all yours to bear. It is time that I hone to the man in you that I am supposed to be. I give you me to shape and mold so that I am able to fully commit to and do your will. I give to you my mind so that I am constantly focused on you to carry out your prophecy for me. Most of all, Lord, I give you my heart for you to do as you please. Have your way with me, Lord. Fill me up and use me to carry out your will.
Thank you, Lord, for being so merciful and patient with a knucklehead like myself and for allowing me to come back to you every time that I wandered astray. Thank you for godly people and the angels in the image of man that you used to lead me back to you and family who love me and are the epitome what I’ve been searching for in all the wrong places. Thank you for unspeakable joy and thank you for keeping me near. For the salvation that you have rendered unto me, I thank you, and I thank you for you.

Whole-heartedly, Your Son,
Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

PAPERS

PAPERS

I’m so in love with you sometimes.

I think that we might just be able to get back on one accord,

And I’m willing to talk it out, work it out,

Because sometimes, you look so damn sexy to me,

And I want to rush you and force to the ground that we stand, and tear off all of your clothes, then make hot, passionate, wild, animal love to you.

Sometimes you’re beautiful.

But you disgust me, sometimes.

You have a smart mouth and a funky ass attitude and sometimes I wish you’d SHUT THE FUCK UP!

You say the wrong shit when I’m trying to talk it out, work it out with you and YOU make us argue,

Then sometimes I hate you to death and I care less of every single thing about you.

I know you’re no good for me and I’m not setting myself up for your bullshit again.

Sometimes I’m just horny and I ease in to the bed room while you’re asleep and I ease in and ease right out of you as quickly as I can,

Getting my nut and hoping you didn’t get shit.

I hope you didn’t even feel it.

But sometimes I lay in you deeply and slowly,

I try to get my whole pelvic area in there just because I do want you to feel everything,

So I go so deep that I fuck with your mind,

And I do it because, sometimes, you’re so good to me,

And I want to be spontaneous and take you on random rendezvous’,

I want to know all of you and get lost in your mind,

Aimlessly wander into your heart,

And become exhausted from the adventure of exploring you and rest in your soul,

Sometimes, your mind, heart, and soul is so damn cold, though.

So I just throw up my hands.

Because I’m the only one doing all of this romantic shit,

And I get so pissed so I just sit in the house whenever I get home.

We go nowhere and do nothing, and I’m content.

Sometimes I stare at you when you’re asleep.

You look so cute;

But when you’re awake, your nagging gets on my last damn nerves,

So I’m staring and contemplating how I can seal or stitch your mouth shut without you awakening before I’m finished.

Why do our arguments get so heated and violent sometimes?

Arguments are supposed to be healthy, but ours could wind up being deadly,

Sometimes, I don’t know why you think you can square up with me.

Get your damn finger out my face girl!

Keep point in my face and swelling up at me and you’ll find out “or what”,

Get from in from of the door.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m getting the hell away from your crazy ass before something happens,

KEEP TESTING ME AND FIND OUT!

DAMNIT I’M GONE!

Get yo’ got damn hands off me woman.

OOOOOOO! Sometimes I want to Chris Brown yo’ ass.

But that’s not in me, but I’ll shake the shit out of you girl,

Sometimes I hate you so much.

Then sometimes I love you just as much as I hate you,

But I don’t like that sometimey mess,

And I don’t mean to hurt you.

I never like seeing you cry.

It kills me,

But it’s impossible for me to give you all of me if I only love you sometimes,

I need to feel loved daily, and I need to feel the need to give love just as much,

So I’m moving on. I’m leaving.

It’s my only option.

Neither one of us are happy.

Sign these.



Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

Copyright ©2009 Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

ANGELS

ANGELS

I can honestly say that I’ve seen, pretty much, immediate results from actions that have been taken that were stated in my last blog. It seems like the right people were placed in my life at the right time. God has placed 2 valuable people in my life, just as I was thinking that everyone cared less. I’m grateful and I value your friendship to the fullest. It feels so good to know that I have people who have my back and who are there to listen to me when I’m feeling down and out. I don’t spit out names in my blog unless it’s someone in my immediate family, but these two people know who they are. I’ve had an amazing day today. I can’t recall the last time I had one either, but I’m overwhelmed about it today. It’s wild though. I could sit here and list the things that are messed up in their entirety, but it wouldn’t matter because I feel good. I visited a friend’s church today and it was such a loving, spiritually filled atmosphere. The church is in Vicksburg, Ms. and named Bypass Church of Christ. This is the way a church is supposed to be. It seemed like every member in the church had the same mother and father. The fellowship within the sanctuary was so moving and the Holy Spirit resided in every corner of that place. Man, I love it! That church is filled with angels.

One of my friends was talking about the revival service that held last night. I literally could feel her energy just by reading her message that was typed about it. So I wanted to experience some of that goodness myself. Lord knows that I needed it. The only problem was that the church is in Vicksburg. My car will not make it that far. I told you that this church is filled with angels, and I mean that. My friend who is a member of the church offered to come and pick and up so that I could ride along with her. I was really going to have another “sit-in Sunday “. With the offer extended, I wasn’t going to miss out on my blessing. On another note, I can clearly see why she drives from Jackson to Vicksburg each Sunday for church service. That church is awesome. I probably wouldn’t be feeling as good as I’m feeling now if I had turned down that offer.

If that’s not enough, I received great news from my other friend involving some business issues. More importantly, when I told him about the changes in my life that I was making, he totally respected and accepted it. I know that many people are going to turn away from me, but that is just God working and weeding out all the things that block my sight and hinders me from what is mine. It’s great to know that someone that I would consider to be a brother to me would still support me in all of my endeavors.

On top of all of that, today I was searching for some sponsorship information online, and my 2 year old daughter climbed in to my lap and separated me from the computer just for about 8 seconds. She sat in my lap and said, “I missed you, daddy” and gave me a kiss and a huge hug. It literally made me cry. Just to know that my life means so much to one person is a thought that leaves me speechless and in complete awe. My baby girl is my motivation, and all this time I was talking about living for her to have the greatest and brightest future, but I wasn’t doing it to the max. I was killing myself slowly by getting drunk every weekend, being down and out consistently, and shunning away from my own family. I need to be here for her and I will. I’ll be her for her better than any other man could be. I’m so thankful right now. I just feel like shouting.

I’ll leave you with this:

You won’t ever catch overindulged in alcohol again. I don’t have to be here and my flesh is temporary, so why should I abuse it?

You won’t ever catch me beating up myself about the trials that I’m going through. Someone somewhere has it way worse than I.

You won’t ever catch me isolating myself from my family again. When everyone else is gone, that’s all that I physically have.

SHOW FAITH BY PREPARATION

SHOW FAITH BY PREPARATION

Everyone has their own reasons for certain actions. My reason in particular is a simple epiphany. I have heard of people talking about having them and have seen people act them out on television, but I really, really never thought that one would just dawn on me. I wanted to say that I was drunk because, actually, I was. It was so clear to me though. I haven’t spoken about it to anyone though, but when people ask me why am I not doing a certain thing, I simply tell them, “Something dawned on me.”

I’ve found myself being agitated with God and losing faith is almost every situation. I’ve been praying and praying for him to deliver me from all of the stress and depression, but I haven’t seen anything happen. Just as something good comes to me, something bad that overweighs what’s good follows it, and I allow it to take me out of giving him praise and appreciating what He had done. I know better though. I’ve been worrying so much about the mess I’m going through that I don’t even notice the things that he’s prepared for me. I went from being happily married with a loving family to separated from my family and going through a divorce, from making 4k a month to not 4k a month, from having a house to and apartment, from having an apartment to living with my parents, from having 2 cars to 1 car, and from 1 car to no car. When I did get another car, I hated it. I have to put oil in it every week and power steering fluid in it every other week; careless of the fact that it got me to work and back. It got me from Byram to North Jackson to get my daughter. But now the transmission is about to go completely out and I can’t put it on the interstate I have to take back roads and city street to get all the way out there. I didn’t appreciate it. I didn’t appreciate a damn thing.

I wanted to blame every think on the alcohol, but I had a sudden realization of me. I have never thought about why God’s not help me in my time of need. I never thought about why I’m going through all the mess I’m going through until the other night. I was talking to a friend, and we were both under the influence of alcohol. He expressed some things to me and I gave my advice and opinions and vice versa. However, the same advice that I gave to him I needed to give to myself. After we finished talking, I headed home. The battery was dead on my phone and nothing good was on the radio so I rode home in silence. As I was driving, my mind wondered, and it dawned on me that I pray way too much not to be receiving continuous showers of blessings daily. Then it dawned on me that I haven’t been to church in maybe 4 and half months. What I’m getting at is; God already has my deliverance and break through ready. He’s waiting on me to come correct. I’m sincere when I pray, and he knows. That is why it’s already prepared. The only thing is that I come to him asking for this and asking for that, but I’m doing foolish things and not giving him the praise and reverence that I should. Why? That’s exactly what I asked in every one of my prayers.

I prayed for money. I have a decent paying job, but I spend money on foolishness.

I prayed for a reliable car. I have that. It may not get me there as fast as I want it to but it gets me to where I need to be, but I say, “This car is so busted. I hate it! I need a new car! Whaaa whaaa whaaaa!”

I prayed about a place to live. I have a loving family that wouldn’t EVER let me fall, but I shun away from them. I don’t even talk to my mom and dad because I’m so worried that all that they’re going to want to talk about is me. I’m a neat freak but my room is messy everyday but Sunday. I spend time cleaning it when I should be in church.

I pray and I pray and I pray. I don’t prepare for my blessings or appreciate what I do have now. That shows a lack of faith on my part. If you want it to rain so that you crops can grow, you have to go and plant the seeds. My epiphany revealed to me that everything that I’ve been asking for is already made and ready for me. I haven’t put forward the effort of trying to get them. I’ve been praying with sincerity, but without faith. I get it. I really do, and I’m showing my faith to get everything that was revealed to me in that sudden realization. i know that everything that was taken from me, I will receive again seven fold. Once I realized that, I prayed and asked for forgiveness because I wasn’t pleasing God.

I’m not blogging this for pity or to look a certain way. I’m blogging this because this might help someone else. I’m not the only one who’s going through rough times. God has never forsaken me, nor forgotten me. Why would he do things to please me if I’m not doing what I’m supposed to do to please him?

I’m going to get what is for me and I’m preparing to receive. Read instructions.

Hebrews 11:6

James 2:20

Romans 1:12

Random Update

RANDOM UPDATE

I realized that I haven’t blogged in while. I do apologize for depriving you all of the vital information that you could apply to your everyday lives. I’ve been working hard trying to get things situated for the online radio show that I will be launching in the next couple of weeks. Also, I’m working on an album of my poetry and that has been time consuming because I want it to be perfect. I didn’t half –ass at it when I wrote it, so I’m not going to half-ass with it as I record. I have several tracks completed and u can hear some of them on http://www.theexecutiveplace.com/. If that’s not enough, I’m still writing “Life in Poetry” and working that nine to five in corporate America. I don’t mind being busy with this. It’s what I love to do. I will exceed. I will excel. I am exceptional. So my message to you is: In spite of everything else that you have to do, and in spite of the time consumption, do what you want to do. It’s your life; you only have one, and it’s short. Don’t settle for less and don’t be content with just getting by. Use your god given gifts and push them to the limit.

Now that I’ve given you an update on yours truly, I’m just going to throw some random thoughts out there to you. It’s only simple things that has been on my mind and that I want to share with you. I have no title for it. It’s just random.

1. Ugly people should be the nicest people in the world. How you gonna be ugly inside and out?

2. Don’t pick a fight with an ugly person. They don’t have shit to lose.

3. If you have SCS (Side Chick Syndrome), and a guy notices it, that’s how he’s gonna treat you. I don’t blame him either. It’s not his job to get you to change your ways.

4. Shout out to TEP.

5. I LOVE MY LIFE; EVEN ALL THE TRIALS AND TRIBULTIONS I GO THROUGH.

6. I’m not an asshole. You just can’t handle the truth.

7. Sometimes I miss you, but I’ve come to realize that you are no good for me and I just want something new and want to move on with my life.

8. I get lonely. God forgive me. I still haven’t gotten used to sleeping alone. That might be why I hold my daughter so closely and tightly when we’re asleep.

9. I don’t like this mushy shit.

10. Love is a shrew.

11. I’ll never hit a woman…….. But I’ll shake the shit out of you!

12. I’m so full of myself. I love me to death. If I don’t, who will?

13. I can’t think of anything else.

14. Yeah I can. Nah, I can’t say that.

15. I just got a very good update, through a phone call, by Exec.

16. MEET ME AT THE TOP!!! TEP!!!

17. I hate when people ask me the same shit I just old them. Ex.: me: I’m about to go home. Other person: Oh, you about to go home? Me: Nah, I just changed my mind. Shit!

18. I think I’m prejudice. I will rarely talk to ugly people. I mean if one speaks, of course, I’ll speak back, but I’m not initiating any conversation.

19. I AM THE TRUTH. WITHOUT ME THE WORLD IS A LIE!

20. Aight……. That’s it.

Direction

DIRECTION

I am still mostly an introvert. I don’t like being around large sums of people unless those people are ones that I’m familiar and comfortable with. Many of my friends urge me to come out of that antisocial shell in which I hide. Though, I have my reasons as to why I choose to keep to myself. I don’t trust people that I don’t know. I hardly trust the ones that I do. My mind is constantly focused on what to do in order to take the next forward step in life. Most people that I meet are content with where they are. No, that doesn’t make them bad people, but it does make those people hazardous to my life. Contentment can kill you. If it doesn’t kill you, it can definitely make you homeless, leave you scrounging from other people, or just lacking in life. I want the abundance of what life has to offer, therefore, I keep my distance from those content people. I befriend people who compliment me and my ambitions as was as have ambitions of their own.

Honestly, I was about to set my ambitions on cruise control. I was surrounded by content people. I’m not blaming them, but contentment is contagious. I could have used better judgment and separated myself, but I was in a totally different world than the one that I’m in now. Nothing was coming to me, and things were constantly being taken away. God has awesome ways of opening eyes and telling people to keep going, or to “tighten up”. He placed in my path; direction and encouragement to reach for heaven in everything that I do. I took heed and, now, can see things coming together slowly. I love seeing things come together. It gives me the motivation to keep doing whatever I need to do to get to where I want to be. I’M ON IT!! All in due time, I’ll be there and I’m taking a few people with me because they are a part of the direction and encouragement that has been placed in my path. Surround yourself with people who strive for excellence and who make forward progress in life.

SHOUTS OUT TO TEP!!

Side Chick Syndrome

SIDE CHICK SYNDROME

Many women talk about wanting a good man, or a real man. In actuality, they don’t. That’s what her mouth says, but her actions (mind; because it controls your actions) show differently. Some of them are overly promiscuous with no self esteem, confidence, or self-strength. Now you tell me: what man wants that shit? Then, when that woman gets lucky and stumbles upon a good man, or a real man, they have sex with him the first chance they get. My mom always told the women that I brought home, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?” That makes perfect sense too. Very rarely will a man actually be in a committed relationship with a woman that he slept with after knowing her for a short period of time. What makes a woman so quick to give up the goods to a man of any caliber; good, bad, or whatever? I think that some women think that all men love sex. We do, but damn, make it a challenge to achieve. Why do you think we play madden on the “All-Madden” level? It makes the game interesting and fun. Easy is so boring, and if we get it quickly, we men will only call you when we need you; making you the side chick. Ladies, be aware of the symptoms of Side Chick Syndrome, or SDS. If you don’t know the symptoms, here is a list of a few:

· Promiscuousness

· Low self esteem

· The tendency to be “the gullible chick”

· Nonchalant attitude about life and yourself

· The ability to make yourself available after 11pm of any day of the week

· The urge to be with a man who, you know, has a woman (He is NOT going to leave his woman for you.)

· The tendency to become agitated with this blog (that includes thinking that I’m bogus, knowing that this is completely true.)

· Thinking that this message is a joke

If you are experiencing any of these symptoms, stop everything that you are doing immediately, find a mirror, look in it, and stare at yourself until you love yourself and realize how beautiful you are. All women are beautiful. God couldn’t have put anything more precious on this earth. Some of you are just distraught about life and have experienced tough times through it. I understand, however, I cannot and will not respect your actions if you suffer from SCS. IT IS CURABLE!

God in Lori

GOD IN LORI

You should see us sleeping at night. I look like a ten-year-old boy the way I embrace her so closely and tightly like she’s a teddy bear that holds me as well. Those are the times that everything feels so calm, and I thank God for her right in that very moment. I get so emotional talking about her at times because I never really thought that I could feel so strongly about anything. I love my daughter far more than words could explain, and far more than I could ever love any other woman. She is my whole world and sanity. She’s the only thing that makes me believe that everything will be alright. When my world is jumbled or scattered abroad, I just look into her eyes and suddenly, everything morphs to its normal phase, and my world comes back to one piece. I remember writing a poem called “God’s Eyes”. I think God personally read that poem because I find peace every time I look into my daughter’s eyes. I thank God for answering prayers. So you ask me, “What’s your motivation?” I can, without a doubt, say to you that Lori is my motivation. She has truly changed my outlook on life, and I live for her brighter future.

GOD’S EYES

I wish that I could see God’s eyes.

Only his eyes.

Not his face, nor his body; just the eyes.

Then maybe that would stop the pain I feel deep inside,

Deep inside my heart and deep inside my mind.

It’s sad.

I live days meaninglessly and watch time fly,

And as every minute flies by, I contemplate suicide.

I can’t hear my voice of reason and I don’t know my reason for being,

So who would care if I lived or died?

And if everyone has their own reason for being, then what’s mine?

I’ve grown so accustomed to grieving that I can no longer cry,

Because once my well runs dry, every bit of stress that I feel will still be alive.

I just want to see God’s eyes.

So that they can reveal answers to just a few of my “whys”.

Then maybe I can be what He sees in me.

Because life is so vague and the light is so dim,

And I can’t see which direction I’m going in.

I know it’s not right.

So it has to be left.

It’s not straight and lefts not right……

I turned somewhere along life’s journey and what I needed most, I left.

So I’m wandering alone,

Knowing I need it, but too stubborn to ask for help.

And if I’m not mistaken, God told me that he was always behind me just one step.

But I’m so confused and I don’t know what I’m missing; whether it’s love, a friend, or something else.

I’m lost in my own mind,

A one-roomed room.

And if I can’t find my way around in here, then I’m my own doom.

And I don’t want to forever live in disguise.

My smile and laughter are both temporary…..

I call them lies.

And I hide behind them to seal these thoughts and feelings from my mind.

Because in the late hour, when I’m all alone,

All of the gloom and sorrows come alive.

And I don’t want to dwell in this dreaded place,

So I just need to see God’s eyes.

Then just maybe they can show me the order to these scattered puzzle pieces of my life.

Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

Copyright ©2009 Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

A Poet

A Poet

I see visions, and speak sharp words,

Make smooth incisions, and speak obscured,

With words ragged, I leak all words,

With words jagged, I make words heard,

I plant seeds, I speak words blunt,

May YANK strings, when I speak up front,

See minds travel, as my ink runs,

See thoughts babble, when I speak undone,

May speak wrong expressions, worried loved ones,

Read of my depressions, twiddling their thumbs,

Poetry mind hidden, with awkward life actions,

See ears listen, to my pen's distractions,

Catch words glisten, from my pen's transactions,

Feel words written, of my mind's entrapment,

I see visions, and speak sharp words,

Make smooth incisions, and speak obscured,

I plant seeds, I speak words blunt,

May YANK strings, when I speak undone.

Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

Copyright ©2009 Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

Gullible Chick

GULLBILE CHICK

I absolutely cannot stand for a woman to be gullible and easily influenced. That’s not sexy in any shape, form, or fashion. What man can honestly say that he truly adores a woman who feeds off of his every word, and does anything and everything he says? That’s a major turn-off to me. Ladies, have your own minds and opinions. Men respect that. Also, speaking your mind, women, instills the fear of God in a man. Lots of times men find that intimidating. That’s their problem, though, and if they are intimidated, that is not the one. Don’t be a man’s easy way out; the gullible chick. Gullible chicks are so quick to say, “Yes” or, “Ok”. Shit, tell a man, “No”! I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about certain rejections that keeps a man coming back. Don’t get me wrong, though. It’s all in the body language. You know; say “no”, but you really mean “yes”. In a nutshell, it’s like this; the quicker a man can get your companionship and whatever else he wants from you, the quicker he will leave you. Women, you are precious and beautiful beings. Make a man work to get your company. It’s less likely that he would dip out on you considering the fact that he has put in so much work getting to know you. The time he puts in will bring respect, and if a man respects you, it’s golden. Because of his respect for you, his pride would rarely let him do things to ruin anything that he has built. Also, be warned! Some men are careless and are flat out “dogs”. They’ll come around with coaxing dialect, telling you everything you want to hear. Just be discerning and know that if it seems too good to be real, it probably is. No man is perfect. All of us make mistakes. Having your own mind and not needing to feed off of a man’s every word exudes you confidence, and that’s super sexy.

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That's Life

THAT'S LIFE

There’s nothing like coming home to your own home and your own family. There’s nothing like going in your own fridge, when you get home from work, and getting your own beer. Then, you sit in your own rocking recliner and watch the NFL network on your own 50 inch high definition plasma TV. Running around with random women every night and day runs out. That played out with me a long, long time ago. However, I think I probably should have waited a little longer to be settled, committed, and married. Not because I wasn’t ready, but because my wife might not have been ready for that type of commitment. Time revealed that she wasn’t. She probably still isn’t, but we’re kind of working on that. Don’t get me wrong, though, we both made mistakes. It’s just up to us if we want to correct them. We also have to be ready and willing to deal with everything that’s going to come with life-time commitment; including the hurt and pain we may go through. Love is supposed to hurt sometimes though; just like exercising. That’s how you know it’s working. Also, love is patient. LOVE is patient; I’m not. That has been an issue that I’ve been dealing with since birth. I’m actually just now, at age 27, kind of getting used to rolling with the punches. I like to make things happen. Life is fast anyway. There’s no need to rush it. I’m blessed and I know that everything I want and everything that I’m supposed to have, I will have. I just have to stay focused and head-strong in my ambitions. That’s life, though. We go through trials to become better people. Faith in God and confidence within you is the key.

MY BOOK IS COMING SOON!!