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.

August...one 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.

August...my 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.

Yatta
(Yah-ta)