My Family of Women

We are God’s instruments.  We are His music.  Music is suppose to inspire just like Lauryn said.  just like any other instrument we can’t do anything without the Musician and His skilled hands. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control what a sound they make.   Once the Musician gets His hands on you He tunes you with His word.  It comes through hearing the word, through convos with the All mighty, through wise men and wise women who has word flowing out of them.  This incredible music that comes out of us from His skillz is love, joy peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  Which inspires whoever hears Him.  They gravitate towards Him.  They can’t help but acknowledge the sweet song of Grace.  Their body can’t help but to move to that sweet sweet sound.  So ya See the instrument can never take credit for the Music that is coming out. ...

When the storm is coming things get dark. When the storm is coming gray skies loom over my head dealing death stares. When the storm is coming you feel it in your bones like our old motha's in the front row When the storm is coming our teeth rattle with anticipation of the coming rough precipitation Then the storm hits ......silence We pray that it will stop We pray that it will end No one wants to go through the winds and rain of pain I see some fold because they can't handle this latest storm I see some fight until they are knocked down blow by blow But they fought with honor and came back stronger Then I see some win what a glorious sight This is the time where you see who you are and who are your friends When the storm is in your face bucking up to you like a bully in the hood whatcha gonna do huh. You ain't got nothing. Where ya momma.  Where ya friends.  Gimme that and this too. Awww you cryin' now. Lil punk. Is this gonna be the time you stand up t...