What fulfillment does life offer that isn’t contingent upon someone else’s approval, agreement, admiration, interest, commitment, integrity, or support?
Author Archives: LaShawnda Jones
My Crown for a Hug
A review of Spare by Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex In no way can I claim to be a follower or supporter of the British royal family, yet, after the death of Princess Diana, Prince Harry’s mother, I, like many others around the world touched on media updates to see how her lads were doing.ContinueContinue reading “My Crown for a Hug“
Thread: Why Read The Bible In Hebrew? By Ari Lamm
The Hebrew for “crafty” and “naked” is nearly identical!
The implication is the serpent might have a point—he’s as clever as the first man and woman are naive.
AMC Special Shareholder’s Meeting 3/14/23
We hope you will vote as soon as possible. You may vote by submitting a proxy over the internet or by telephone, or by mailing the enclosed proxy or voting instruction card pursuant to the instructions provided in the accompanying proxy statement (as applicable), or by attending the Special Meeting in person.
Reflection Friday: What Faith Is by Frederick K.C. Price
Even having had this pivotal emotional and spiritual experience, reading the Bible was difficult for me.
My divorce was not a battle.
Divorce does not equal failure. We did not fail; it simply did not work. I pray for his wellbeing as I do my own and I wish him nothing but God’s choosiest blessings.
Songs that held me together in 2022
Sharing some songs that ministered to me in 2022. Check out my playlist on Amazon Music.
Reflection Friday: I’m taking you back…
How we begin our journey is no indication of how we will end it. How we leave a place, people or situation doesn’t mean we will return the same way – stuck in our hurts, frustrations, disappointments or soaring on triumphs and memories of greatness.
I like you. Do you like me?
In the moment I couldn’t quite process that a neighbor was propositioning me for sex in such crude, unsolicited, non-encouraged and awkward manner. But more astonishingly, he assumed access to my body, energy, life, home, bed, and time only required him saying he “likes” me.
Poem: No longer listening
The voice seemed familiar –
its vibration pierced my soul,
breached the dark midnight of my days
in the directionless wilderness of life.
It pulled me, spun me
surrounded and filled me.
The melody delighted me.
Harvest Life 