There may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Yep I'm Back At It Ya'll

Oh my goodness it's been a minute since I blogged here.  I've gone on to create several blogs and pretty much tossed them all to the wind.  What can I say?  It's what I do.  I have a sort of, kind of friend who has been going through some rough things in his life and in trying to help him, this post was brought to my remembrance from way back in 2011.

I haven't written in this blog since then.  Wowza.  Talk about a sabatical.  Well needless to say, I'M BACK!  I really have no idea what I'll blog about but since you're all my friends, I'm sure it will just be about life.  Fortunately my life never has a dull moment.  From laughter to tears, love and heartbreak and down right craziness, THIS is my life.  So yeah, I'm not worried about having subject matter.

I just wanted to pop in and give you a teaser.  Stay tuned.  It's my birthday weekend.  Who knows what all it will bring.  God bless and I love ya'll.

Your Friend,

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Yatta's Back In School...Again

Well, once again, I'm going back to school.  Can a sista finish this time?  Love can be so overrated, especially when you put your dreams on hold in the name of love.  Do I sound jaded?  Maybe so.  I mean, I'm not hatin' on love or anything.  I guess it's my fault for choosing to love the wrong people.

But this is totally NOT where I intended to go with this post. This post is about how I am back in college, tomorrow, bright and early.  Woo hoo!  This is one of those blessings that came out of my husband jumping ship. I had to put my thinking cap on and figure out how to survive!

I am a Desert Storm veteran with service connected disabilities.  This qualifies me for the vocational rehab program for veterans.  We have up until 12 years after an honorable discharge from active duty or the diagnosis of a disability to use this benefit.

At first I was going to go to school for nails, but then I did some research and found out that it is not a very lucrative career in my community.  So then I decided I would go for medical transcribing because it looks to be a stable career and you can make decent money with it.

I went to orientation for the vocational rehab program and started pondering if I should tell my counselor that I already own a business.  However, I was scared they wouldn't want to help me if I had my own business, even though it's still up and coming.  But God kept whispering in my ear that I should just tell my counselor about my business and see what happened.

Thanks God!  She was so excited to know that I was a female veteran with my own business, and went on to explain all of the ways the vocational rehab program could grow and support my business. Yes!  I'm glad I was obedient to the Lord.  It pays my friends. :)

So we came up with a plan for me to go back to school and get my degree in business management. I mean duh, that's a no brainer right?  And it went from there.  I had to jump through a few hoops to get some past stuff straightened out.  I had to drop classes when I was activated for Desert Storm and they were trying to penalize a sista for the drop.  But a few military documents cleared that up quick.

When I came back from the war I enrolled in school again, but I really wasn't ready and I dropped again.  So I had to explain about all of that, but it's all good now.  This past Friday my counselor met me at Best Buy and she purchased and iPad, lap top, touch screen, wireless, printer, paper, ink, iPad smart cover, lap top bag, you name it, all for me. :)

My tuition, books, and supplies are all paid for through this program. I will also receive a financial stipend for each month that I am in school.  Ain't God good friends?  All the time!


Monday, November 7, 2011

My How Things Have Changed...

I know, I know I haven't posted in forever.  But ya'll wouldn't believe what a sista has been through over the coarse of the last five months.  Saying it has been serious is a serious understatement.  Where do I begin?  I will start with the death of my aunt in June.

Aunt Jenny, the last living sibling on my maternal grandmother's side.  Aunt Jenny had breast cancer and didn't tell anyone until it was way too late.  Well, she discovered a lump and never said a word until it began to eat through her skin and, she couldn't hide it anymore.

Why aunt Jenny did this, we will never know.  We can only speculate that she was lonely and ready to go home, be with my grandmother (her sister and best friend), their parents, her husband, the rest of her siblings, and most important of all, Jesus. of my family members is on the verge of dialysis, another ones cancer returns, AND to add insult to injury, my cousin Kiki, Aunt Jenny's granddaughter, who is only in her late thirties, is dying from breast cancer.  Kiki was misdiagnosed.  She DID go to the doctor about the lump she discovered and was told it was a cyst and didn't need to worry.  Three years later, the cancer was eating away at the entire inside of her body. husband abandons our family.  He quits his job and seizes an opportunity to move across the country in pursuit of "happiness." KMA=Kiss My Ass.  Just keepin' it real.  He abandoned our family on the last weekend before our youngest son started Kindergarten.  Can you say cruel?

September...R.I.P. Kiki.  She fought the good fight.  She was a trooper and then some.  I was blessed to spend some time with her in her final hours.  We buried her in September.  As if that wasn't enough, the inevitable happened.  My children and I were evicted out of our home due to my husband's disappearing act. The one questions that plagues me is...who leaves their own flesh and blood to be put out on the street?  Answer...MY husband!

In the midst of all of this, I'm operating on a torn meniscus that can only be repaired by surgery.  I'm on a constant dose of almost eight milligrams of codeine. So, I'm having to drive four kids back and forth to three different schools every day and function on narcotics.  The pain is so bad, it's draining me of all of my energy and the narcotics make me even more tired.  Falling asleep at a stop light has become a common thing.

STILL I RISE! By the grace of God, I'm happy, I'm sane and His love abounds in my life!  God has rained down miracles in the midst of chaos!  I have been blessed beyond measure and my God, the God of Abraham has poured his favor over my children and I. 

My upcoming blog posts will be testaments of God's greatness during this journey.  They will be an account of God's word never returning void, his love for his children, his love for me.  Oh how I love Jesus, because he first loved me.  Stay tuned my friends because, it only gets better from here.