Does God read blogs?

I was just wondering---have you and God ever had this conversation...

US: Sometimes, I feel like giving up. I feel like my best just ain't good enough. Lord, if you hear me, I'm calling You. I mean, do You see? Do You even care all about what I am going through.

That's when He says...

The Lord: One more day. Just take one more step. I'm preparing you for Myself. I'm getting you ready. When you cannot hear my voice or think I am not speaking to you, please just trust my plan. I am the Lord. I am YOUR Lord. I see you, and yes, I understand. Every trial, every burden, every problem, every situation, every issue---I see what you are going through. You are my child and I love you. I see you. And yes, I understand.

Just wanted to make sure I was not alone in this faith fight. Even Smokie Norful wrote a song about it and I listen to it when I need to be reminded: HE KNOWS...



Soli Deo Gloria,

Step Brown

It's Happening

http://blueplanetpublishing.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesdays-author-s-brown.html


What else can I say? It's happening...




Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

Spiritual Gifts

Every morning, when I wake up, I say to God, "Let's do this!" Then I begin reading one of my four devotionals. Today was no different.


It used to be three devotionals. I recently found this book, What Every Christian Should Know: Essential truths for growing your faith. Now, when I began reading, the truths started with the spiritual gifts. Every blood-washed, born-again believer has a spiritual gift thrust upon them. It is every Christian's rhyme and reason. It is also their responsibility to discover and develop the gift or gifts that the Holy Spirit has given.


I have done a few studies on the subject. I have found that my most distinct gift is EXHORTATION. Now, since I believe in God, I realize that nothing just happens. There are no coincidences or happenstance. With that in mind, it stands to reason that I would go in a store that I have never been, find a book for which I wasn't even looking, purchase it, and make it a part of my morning ritual. It just happens that the book begins with the spiritual gifts and coincidentally, I get the most concise description of exhortation. Like to hear it, here it go:

The desire and ability to stimulate people in their faith
and to encourage them to love Jesus more.

I appreciate its brevity and applaud its simplicity. I am no longer confused about my purpose.

Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

God's Promises

Life ain't no cakewalk. If anyone says that it is, well, they straight up lying to you. Life is filled with ups and downs, rain and rainbows, and peaks and valleys. The good news is you never have to go through it alone. And if you do, that is your choice.
I could spend all day writing down God's promises but I want you to read about them for yourself. I think most people are so disappointed when adversity comes that they forget what that adversity means. First of all, God will never give you more than you can handle. Secondly, that "terrible ordeal" is just a sharpening tool to make you a better person when it is all over. Lastly, the end result will be something good no matter how badly packaged it came.
I realize, today, that if you aren't going up against something, you aren't getting any better, stronger, or wiser. When today is over, you can never get it back. If you are not better today than you were yesterday, you have wasted one of the most precious gifts God gives you---time. So don't pout and whine about how life ain't fair--cause it ain't. But Public Service Announcement: nothing you can do about it. Except maybe grow and ask God to make you better than the day before.
God promises you so much and most people never take advantage of things Jesus died to give them. Now that is really not fair...


Soli Deo Gloria,


Step Brown

Frustrations

I would never curse God. But that doesn't mean I don't want to. Let me explain...

I have been talking about writing for several years. I have accepted the fact that writing is my gift. I love to write. I wish I could do it 24/7. BUT life prevents it. I mean, there always seems to be more important things for me to do. I never get to really sit down and just write.
School just started back. Suddenly, I have two short story ideas I would love to focus on. I have to work. I have papers to grade. I have lessons to prepare. I wonder why I didn't get these ideas during the summer when I had time to concentrate on them.
All I want to do is write. I feel I am filled with so many ideas to share with the world. I have so many ways I want to help others--through my writing and in other ways. I am so frustrated because I wonder why God gives me these dreams and then............. I am just frustrated.
I am sick of being financially inept. I know I have poor money management skills. I beg You to help me. I am tired of living paycheck-to-paycheck. I want to be free.
I am 34 years old. I have not been in a relationship in over ten years. I long to be a wife and mother. Why would God give me those desires if He does not want me to have those things? How much longer must I wait? How much can one heart take? How much loneliness and solitude can one person have?
I don't want to doubt You, Lord. I know the fact that I am not writing as a career has a reason. I know that not being a mother and wife has a purpose. I know You make no mistakes. I'm just frustrated down here. I know You know my pain and sense my frustrations. I know You have caught my tears in a vial. I am just frustrated and needed to let some of it out.
I will wait patiently on You...


Deo Volente,
Step Brown

Have You Ever...

Have you ever had a feeling that something is about to change in your life? You cannot describe the emotion or even pinpoint where it's coming from. You just know that you know that you know that you know a change is coming.
For the first time, in a long time, I am at peace with my job at Biloxi High School. I am not disgruntled about my classes or my students. I just have a "It is what it is" mentality.
Yet, there is something on the inside of me, reminding me that it is all going to be fine and I will get to where I am supposed to be. God is in charge and that is all I need to know.
So with that, I say may the Lord's will be done. Where he leads, I want to follow.



I'm just saying...



Deo Volente,
Step Brown

Circle of Life

I know it's been a while but I have been trying to really enjoy my summer. But I'm back and I'm bad.
This week has definitely been a tumultuous one. From the loss of the greatest entertainer of my generation to Steve McNair's untimely demise, these events have sent me into serious introspection. They are sudden reminders that death is just around the corner and is no respecter of persons.
God makes no mistakes and His perfect will is carried out with or without our participation. On Tuesday night, I learned that an old college friend passed away. He was not much older than I am. He was a jovial and vibrant person. It seems he died in a matter of weeks although I believe his health was failing long before that. I hope he had all of his spiritual affairs in order. No one should be caught with their work undone.
Less than twelve hours later, I receive the stupendous news that one of my BFFs is preggers with her first baby. TALK about a pendulum of emotions--from sorrow and disbelief to celebration and exhilaration. God never takes without giving away. I believe that most times we are so blinded by the grief of loss that we fail to witness the beauty of a blessing.
While death is a sorrowful time, let us be mindful that it is also a celebratory time. It is a homegoing. There are no more pain and no more worries. Just constant fellowship and praise!!!
Isaiah 61:3 says, "Put on the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness." When you feel negative, simply change clothes.



I'm just saying...



Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

Confusion on Set

Things are never really the way they seem. I am here and so desperately seek to be somewhere else. Those feelings are not random. Where do I go next? What is the next phrase?



I'm just saying...
Step Brown

Hot Fun in the Summertime

Most would say that being burned to a crispity, crunchity, crackelly brown is not hot fun. Still I truly enjoyed myself at the waterpark over the weekend despite the elbow injury and sunburn. I guess that is what the summer is all about for a teacher.
This summer has seen me get my wii and my iphone. I've been working out thanks to the wii (although the sunburn has sidelined me). My iphone is the best new play pretty a child can get. It's like Christmas without the cold. So far, my summer has been slamming but there are some things the summer needs to see.
I haven't written a thing since I've been out of school. That disappoints and frustrates me. Maybe I should not be so hard on myself. I really have not had all of my time to myself. I've been busy with basketball. Still I find that to be an excuse.
The really sad part is that it's not like I don't have story ideas. I am filled with ideas, notebook full of them. Still no manuscript, no short story, no poem. It's almost nine o'clock and I have not written today...again. What must I do to write consistently?
Lord, please make me write.....

Deo Volente,
Step Brown

God is trying...

to tell me something. One of my college friends and former roommate just sent me a box full of books. Not just any books but books to hone my writing skills. I am truly blessed to have friends in my life who believe in me and the gift God has placed in me.
Now, I have to find the discipline and the courage to go full steam ahead with this writing thing. The message is very clear. God has surrounded me with positive people and I have His love in my heart. Everything I need is already inside me. I just have to cultivate it and let God grow it.
So thank you, Katoya, for listening to God's prompts on sending me to books and thank you for believing in my dream.
I thank You, Lord for the gift, the friends, and the love. Help me make You proud.



Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

Weddings...

One of my favorite cousins is getting married next year. In March, I think. Of course, I have to do my bridesmaid duty. I would gladly step aside if I had a choice. But it's almost a cousin responsibility and I know she wants me in it. So off I go to a dress fitting and finding shoes I cannot wear. At least, not without pain.
I often think about my own wedding. Sometimes I want big. Sometimes I want small. Then I wonder what my man would want. He might have a big family and want people in the wedding. I have a big family so I know I will have to have at least seven bridesmaids. I really prefer a big reception where everyone can celebrate with my and my new husband. Most times, I just wish we could go away to a private island--just me, my husband, my parents, and his parents. We would exchange our vows, come back, and host a really big party--as husband and wife. On the other hand, I feel I would be cheated my family out of one of the biggest moments in my life. So...what's a girl to do?
Well, I guess first things first. I gotta find a man to marry me. *laugh* But not just any man, the man God has ordained to be with me. After that process, I'll pray about the nuptials. I know it doesn't take a big wedding to prove to the man I love that I love him. I guess we'll cross that threshold when we get to it.



Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

Platonic Friends

Can men and women be platonic friends?

In my humble opinion, they can indeed. It's all about a mutual level of respect for the friendship. Granted, you might have one wanting to get with the other but if the boundaries are set and expressed, then a very valuable friendship can ensue.

I have platonic friends. I don't know if any of them want more than that. Right now, friendship is all I have to offer. So far, that has been enough. In any relationship, communication is the key. It does not matter if it's romantic or not. Talk about what you want and expect and allow the other person to make a decision. It's only fair!!!

Anything is possible--even friends who are opposite sex. Talk about it!!!



I'm just saying...
Step Brown

In the Beginning...

I began reading Steve Harvey's book today. I am about half-way done with it and I must admit, it's somewhat interesting. In all honesty, I am not learning anything new. Most of the information he shares, I pretty much know already. I really think his book is more suited for young ladies in their late teens or early twenties. But I am learning that there are some grown women do not know this stuff. So read on, my sistas. Get that knowledge!

I've been reading it and learned a thing or two about myself. Therefore, it was not a total waste. While I don't agree with everything he says(that 90-day rule is a bunch of crap. Wait for your real committment, girls), he makes a lot of sense. While I was reading, something came to me--in a vision---like a light. I'm kidding but I did have an epiphany.

Harvey states that men show their love with the three Ps--profess, provide, and protect. And I totally agree. This is why women should work on their own self awareness before ever attempting a relationship.

Women, we already have a Man in our lives who professes His dying love for you, provides you with all that you need and protects you from all harm and danger. Ladies, He loves you even when you don't love yourselves. I wish you could see how He looks at you. You are the apple of His eye, the zenith of His universe. Do you realize He created everything and put them in their place---the animals, the sky, the rivers, the mountains, and even man before He decided the perfect way to create you. You are the pinnacle of His creation. And everyone knows the best is always saved for last.

Indeed, men are wired to profess, provide, and protect. It's in their DNA. When God created Adam, He breathed His Spirit into Adam and therefore, His ways are of Adam. God professes His love for His people. John 3:16 And so should your man!!! God provides for His people. Philippians 4:19 And so should your man!!! God protects his people. Psalms 18:2 And so should your man!!! This is the way it should be. It's a tale as old as time.

Ladies, realize what you already have. The prefect Man is already in your heart. Don't let no mess replace Him. If anything, your new man should fall in line with your Perfect One.



I'm just saying...
Step Brown

Observations

Today, in fact, like ten minutes ago, I was walking to my car. I was ending the seventh-to-last-day of school. En route, I overheard a conversation. Now, mind you, I am no snoop but the young dude was talking so loudly, I could not help but listen. Now before I rewind this one-sided talk, please allow me to share a poem I learned as a child. It goes:

There once was an old owl who lived in a oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?

As a child, I never really understood this poem but as I got older, I began to appreciate its message. And I took heed. I observe a lot more than I speak and that makes for some interesting findings.

Such as today: As I walked to my car, one of the white students was talking on his cell phone. Before he noticed my presence, it was MF this and F that. He apologized for tainting my prettable afternoon with such abhorrent and repugnant obscenities and carried on his confab. Based on what I heard, the other party was supposed to be picking him up and apparently was seriously late. Just as I was about to close my car door, this pudgy white student with dirty brown hair and in desperate need of a tanning bed stated, "Are you at the wrong school, nigga? I'm in the back."

Now, you can imagine my repulsion when I heard this. First of all, I cannot believe he used that word within my earshot. Then again, he probably thought I could not hear him. I was a good forty yards away. What God did not give me in sight, He gave me in hearing. Secondly, I was astonished that he used that word referring to one of his WHITE friends. How do I know this? The young dude drove up as I drove away. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am very familiar with the Chris Rock "I-love-my-black-folks-but-I-hate-n*****" joke. I have even shared the sentiment. But I never call anyone that word nor will I allow people to call me that word. It just amazes me that young white kids think it's cool to call each other the N-word. Thanks to the Hip Hop culture, of course. Jay-Z said that hip hop has done wonders for race relations. I guess so when one of the most derogatory terms used to describe another human being is freely used as a term of endearment. Sad state of affairs!!!! Thanks Hip Hop!!

And I won't even talk about what hip hop is doing to the self-esteem of our young people. That deserves its own post.

Until then, listen more like this old bird. I get it from the owl.


I'm just saying...
Step Brown

What Happens at Night

Most people just rest at night, you know. Sleep and snore and stuff. Well, it seems I DREAM all night long. And last night was no exception. Last night's dream will up there as far as interesting. In fact, I dream so much and so vividly that I have a dream dictionary in my favorites. My friends even ask me to interpret their dreams, if they ever remember them. I always seem to remember my dreams. Here's the dream from last night. Want to hear it? Hear it go:
I am lying a beach and I have a banging body. Anyway, these two babies in pampers come over to me. One boy and one girl. I pick them up and they begin talking to me. But not baby talk. They are talking to me with adult voices. All they are doing is encouraging me. "You can do it." "Keep the faith." "Don't quit." "Don't give up." "We believe in you." And so on. Then they jump down and starting dancing. They were even singing. The song, Sam and Dave's "Hold On, I'm Coming!" So there it went. My dream from last night.
So what do you think it means?

Maybe I will sleep quieter tonight.

Soli Deo Gloria!!!
Step Brown

Ramblings and UR Calling

I guess I have been neglecting my blog lately. I had basketball tryouts all last week which made for a 12-hr weekday and that translates to a 60-hr workweek. So baby gurl was tired. I did get a chance to rest over the weekend. So God is good.
Last night, I had a very intense conversation with one of my BFFs. It sent me into a work of introspection. Writing is my thing. I know that writing is my thing. Where will writing take me? I have not a clue. But I must be ready when the move comes.
I've been told that if you know your purpose, then you are truly blessed because some people spend a lifetime never knowing what they were here to do. So I ask those who are reading this, What is your calling? If you don't have a clue, I suggest you get in the quiet with God and get your purpose. I'm just saying...
Soli Deo Gloria!!!!



So...u in?

Step Brown

Dream Lover...

come rescue me!!!!


It's funny. That Mariah Carey song is definitely how I feel sometimes. Yet, as my friends say, I won't do anything to put myself out there. Case in point, there is a party this Friday hosted by the men of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc.


Should I go? Probably, it would be a great way to meet people (men) who are on the same level as I am. At least one would make that assumption but we all know what happens when you
ass-u-me. Still, I know at least one of my LSs is going and my BFF said she would go if I wanted to go.


Will I go? To give myself the BOD(benefit of the doubt), I will have to say I am undecided. Parties really are not my thing. Contrary to popular belief, I am quite the wallflower and very shy. I am not comfortable in the party setting.


Just like most single ladies, I want to be married and have kids. Will my husband knock on my first door? Highly unlikely. But I have faith. Sincerely, I believe it will be a random and happen-chance meeting that I won't even notice. It will happen so quickly that I won't know what hit me. Why do I feel this way? Because I believe in old-fashioned values. A woman goes out looking for something and she will find it. The problem is she might not like what she finds. That is why a man finds his wife. Cool but how can he find me if I am always at home? I can just hear one of my friends singing the question in my ear. To which I would humbly respond God made me the way I am. He knows I do not like parties and He knows I would have to meet 'hubby' in some shape, fashion, or form. If it was at a party, I would not be grappling with the issue in this blog.


In closing, I guess I won't know what I am going to do Friday night until Friday night. Besides, I ask God to give me what I need to get through each day every morning. If I need to the courage to go to the Alpha party Friday night, I am sure He will give it to me--Friday night. Until then, Dreamlover, your name remains just that--dreamlover.


Deo Volente,
Step Brown

What Now...

Every morning, I get up and go to a job I literally despise. I am not happy as a classroom teacher. Kids aren't like they were when I was a child. They are disrespectful and have not desire to better themselves. It's disgusting. I feel I am wasting my talents in that classroom.


So what now? I have completed my first novel. And while I am still riding on the wave of exhilaration, I know I have to come down soon. My ideal job will have me travelling and booked with speaking engagements. I would even like to sponsor some outreach program because our young people need serious help and guidance. They are inundated with sex and profanity until it has become the norm for most of them. No one is famous until they have a sex tape and education is the least of their priorities. Where are the moral and values instilled in the home?


I know I am rambling a bit but I truly feel that writing is my gift. Writing is the avenue God will use through me to reach His lost sheep. So now that I have that information, what is the next phrase? Where do I go from here? Some people never find the right road. At least I believe I am in the right area and on the right map. If God intends me to be a classroom teacher the rest of my natural-born days, I hope he gives me a sign. Show me the way!!!


Until then, I will do what I can with what I got in that classroom and try my best to not get frustrated. Which ain't easy!!!!!


Deo Volente,
Step Brown

Mother's Day Special

One of the most important jobs a woman could have in her lifetime is to be a...MOTHER. The responsibility and commitment may appear a bit overwhelming but the rewards far exceed those worries. I can only imagine the joy and pleasure of motherhood and if God's will says the same, I will one day feel that joy and pleasure.
Those who have the privilege should not take it for granted. And, yes, I truly believe that it is a privilege. For your daughters, a mother is the first woman she sees and models her behavior. For your sons, a mother is the first woman he sees and figures he should want to be with. The role should not be taken lightly.
So Happy Mother's Day to all of the mothers! You deserve it.


Deo Volente,
Step Brown

My Confession

As much as I would like to take credit for this, I cannot. I simply borrowed it from another person whom I think believes as I do. This is definitely the new motto.


I am a sinner saved - this is to say Instantly Justified, Progressively Sanctified, and Ultimately Glorified - by Grace Alone through Faith Alone in Jesus Christ Alone according to the Scriptures Alone for the Glory of God Alone.


Enough Said!!!!


Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

What Am I Saying...

I declare the Bible is one of the hardest books to read. All those thees and thous and arts, one could get lost in the sea of unleavened bread and pass right over the message God intended for us in the first place. I have tried to read the Bible from cover to cover on several occasions. I cannot seem to do it. Does that make me a failure? By no means!!!! In fact, I find it encouraging. To me, it simply means there are many more things I have to learn about God and His ways. Everyday, I am shown a wee bit more and I get excited when I think about what else there is to learn.


I definitely have a pragmatic view about life. I want to know how something applies to me and my everyday life---and that includes the Bible. I want to understand what the story of Ruth means to me in 2009 or the fact that Peter denied Jesus three times before daybreak although he swore he was ready to die for his Lord. And I cannot forgot about that Proverbs 31 woman. Is she for real? Is she even possible in 2009?


Today, I want to tackle a topic that maybe I shouldn't---the Lord's Prayer. When the disciples asked Jesus how to pray, the Lord's Prayer is what they got. Do people even know what they are saying when they recite this? Well, since this is my blog, I can tell you what I think I am saying why I make my request.


Our Father, who art in heavenIt's customary to address the person to which you are speaking and I like to be reminded that He sits high and looks low.
Hallowed by Thy NameThat's my reminder that I shouldn't be fooling around with God. He is holy and should be revered.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be doneMy goal is God's kingdom and I strive to do things by His will, not mine
on earth, as it is in heaven. What we should do on earth is what we will do in heaven
Give us this day our daily breadJust for today---give us all we need to survive. We cannot change yesterday and tomorrow is not promised. So Lord, give us what we need to get through this day
And forgives us our trespasses (our debts)Lord, please forgive me for all the wrong I've done against You, myself and others---Daily
As we forgive those who trespass (our debtors) against us
Lord, people will do wrong by me so teach me forgiveness---Daily
Lead us not into temptationThe devil is so busy but I know You have him in check
but deliver us from evil
I knew You had the devil in check and Thanks for providing a way out
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory foreverThe world is Yours and all that goes with it.
AmenOver and Out




I'm just saying...
Step Brown

You'd Better Work!

One reason we're left here on earth and not taken to heaven immediately after trusting in Christ for salvation is that God has work for is to do. "Man is immortal," Augustine said, "until his or her work is done."


The time of your death is not determined by anyone or anything, at least not here on earth. That decision is made in heaven. When we have done all that God has in mind for us to do, then and only then will He take us on to glory---and not one second sooner.


Meanwhile back at the ranch, there is work to do. Jesus even said, "I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day. Night is coming when no one can work" (John 9:4) Night comes when we close our eyes for the last time or Jesus returns to take us with Him. Each day brings that time closer.


As long as we have the light of day, we must work. Not to get rich, get laid, have kids, have vacations or whatever else you think you should be doing that may not be the perfect will of God for you. The work is to make an unreachable God reachable. God works through those who believe in Him. Let him work!!! And please, don't let Him catch you with your work undone.


So, you in?


Soli Deo Gloria,
Step Brown

My Best Man

Today would have been my best man's birthday. He passed away on March 12, 2001. That's right, on my 26th birthday, I lost my best man. On May 4, I feel a twinge of pain because I know my family would have planned a huge dinner and festivities. It would have been Pa-Pa's 84th or 85th 0r...you get the point. It would have been his birthday and we would have celebrated in style.


Some people never get to meet their fathers. I have two--my biological father and my stepfather. And although both men are still in my life, neither of them compares to the love and admiriation I feel for my grandfather. God always gives us what we need and He gave me my Pa-Pa. He was indeed my best man--the first man I ever really loved.


Although I know he couldn't have been here forever, I cherish the time we did share. I know it can never be taken from me. It took me a few years to even celebrate my birthday after 2001. I thought it was a big joke God had played on me. He took away one of the most important people in my life on the biggest day of my life.


So on May 4 and March 12, there is a certain level of sadness. Will it ever go away? Honestly, I don't really think I want it to.


So here's to my best man!! Happy Birthday, Pa-Pa. One day, I'll see you soon.


Deo Volente,
Step Brown

The Church House

I woke this morning with the intention of going to church--for the second or third time this year. My attendance is more than just hit or miss. It's flat-out non existent. In a humble moment of honesty, I cannot remember the last time I attended a church service. In person, that is. I watch services online and there is this young preacher I follow...but that is another blog for another time.


At the risk of sounding hypocritical, I love the Lord with all of my heart, soul and mind. I read scriptures everyday. I read devotionals everyday. I send prayers to my friends via texts every morning. And they get testy when I don't. I spend time with and journal to God. Everyday, I surrender my will to His. Most times, several times a day, I make myself available to Him. I want to do His will. It's the least I could do after all He has done for me. From writing my stories and poems to typing the words on this blog, I ask God to direct me in His way. This morning is no different. Although I haven't finished my readings yet, I was prompted to get online and post this. I don't know why. But I am learning to follow the nudges when they are given. Although I don't follow all of the time, I thank God when I do. Because it means He is still talking to me even though I may not be listening.


I don't know why I struggle with going to church. I grew up in the church, was baptized at nine or ten. I sang in the choir, attended Sunday School and Sunday Service faithfully, and was in every church event. So what is the problem? I may never understand. As I stated in my previous post, all I need to know is the One who does understand. I love Him. I trust Him. And I will follow Him. He didn't promise us the easy road but He did promise us the road to eternal life.


So....you in?


Soli Deo Gloria,


Step Brown

In all your getting...

I have always been drawn to the scripture that goes, (paraphrase) "In all your getting, get understanding." We ask God for so many things (love, peace, forgiveness, strength, etc) that we hardly ever ask for understanding. He has clearly stated in His Word that we have not because we ask not.
Some people spend an entire lifetime without finding their true purpose--the meaning to their lives. The why are my eyes brown and my hair black and the reason I am here stuff. Most just coast through life, dipping and dodging the curve balls. Who know my people do what they do? Some people would ask who cares?
I may never know why I have had to endure some of the painful experiences I have endured. My testimony would be a tearjerker to some. I may never understand the trials and the tests. But I am a strong believer that all which does not kill me makes me stronger. Am I a strong person? Depends on who you ask. My friends would say I am one tough nut. I would beg to differ. Besides, my worst enemy is the 'inner me.'
No one man or woman has ALL the answers. If they did, they'd probably sell them on Ebay. But seriously, if you want to know why the grass is green and the sky is blue, ask Him. If you want to make it more personal, ask Him for your purpose. Why He has you here? He may not tell you but the least you could do is ask. And since you wouldn't ask a total stranger such a personal question, get to know Him. Believe me, you will gain a whole lot more than just your purpose if you spend time getting to know Him.
I may never know why ___________ (you fill in the blank), but I know who does and that is all I need to know. So, in all your getting, get understanding. But more importantly, get God!!!!!!
I'm just saying....


Chunking Deuces,
Step Brown

Writing Jones

Today was a good day. My writing jones was on point and I took advantage of the situation. I finished the first draft of my first novel, Still Not Satisfied. I am so EXCITED!! I have been working on this story for over five years. So to see this project to the end is sheer joy. I wrote and wrote today until I got the story out of me and onto that paper. What a relief!!!!
Some people spend their entire life searching and looking for their purpose. Writing is indeed my gift, my special gift from God and I will not take it lightly. I felt so alive and aware when I was writing today. Writing feels like my lifeline to the world. I can honestly say I feel it's my purpose when I writing.
I want God to use me as He sees fit. I will be available. If He has something to say, I will write it and get it out there for Him. His Will be done and to God be the Glory.


Deo Volente,
Step Brown

Shows that Look Like Us

The beginning of a new week is upon me and I wanted to begin with a post. Surprise, surprise--i cooked today. Things are simply changing for me. But that is another tangent that deserves its own post. Tonight, I want to vent about why I am watching MSNBC. There is a story about the Jonestown Story and the monster, Jim Jones. Why am I watching it, you ask? There is nothing else on. There are no shows of any interest to me. The Jonestown story piques my interest because I truly believe that story is a true testament to the adage, "If you don't stand for something, you will fall for anything." Again, another post for another day.
Earlier this week, I was a bit down. Hormonal, I guess. So I popped a dvd in and watch episodes of Good Times. I usually just let the dvd play with episode after episode playing and helping improve my attitude. I am sure everyone has a favorite episode of Good Times. Whether it's the "Dog Food" episode or the "J.J. paints for Sweet Daddy" episode, we all have at least one. My personal favorite is the episode when J.J. meets the girl from the South Shore and her parents come by. "Ain't that right, Cookie?" I watched a couple of shows and was laughing like it was the first time I had seen them. My side was hurting and I was wiping tears away. I began to wonder where are the shows like that today.
In the 70's, it was Jeffersons, Good Times, and What's Happening. In the 80's, we had Different Strokes, Cosby Show, and A Different World. In the 90's, there was Living Single and Martin. In the turn of the century, our shows have diminished, if not vanished altogether. Yes, we had Girlfriends and Everybody Hates Chris but even these shows have fallen off lately. What has happened? Are we (people of color) not watching TV anymore? Are there no good writers out there? No good actors? Certainly not the case.
Hopefully, this blog will reach some eyes of some movers and shakers. We are still watching TV. In fact, I have several different ideas for different shows, whether it's a reality show or a situational comedy, or a dramedy. I simply need to get my ideas out to the right people to help me develop them. Holla if you hear me!!!!
There is an audience that would like to see people living as they are. The people who don't look like us have their shows. All we ask is that we have ours.


Chunking Deuces,
Step Brown

No Child Left Behind MY...........

First of all, let me start by saying that the No Child Left Behind Act (NCLB) signed by former Pres. Bush had good intentions. It really did. But whenever you have people who are not in a classroom EVERYDAY making decisions about what happens in a classroom EVERYDAY, you will create more problems than you actually started with.
I do believe that every student can learn. I also believe that, as educators, it is our job to discover how each student can learn and then direct them on their way. Education has lost its true course as now it is only driven by test scores and daily attendance. All thanks to NCLB!!!! You are so correct. No child is left behind because we are socially promoting them all. And the sickening part of the deal is that the students know it. In their minds, they don't have to study and work hard because eventually I will be moved on. This can be very discouraging for someone in my mind.
Every morning, I tend to a group of people who have little desire to do better that what they are doing right now. Few have goals. Few have dreams. And I am well aware that the brunt of the responsibility falls on the home but there must be something more we can offer students other than stricter graduation requirements and more rigor in the classroom. If I didn't see it, I would not believe there are teenagers who cannot tell me what negative seven minus three equals or the product of seven and nine. And they get free calculators, folks.
Our future is bleak if it's in the hands of today's children. It's a harsh reality. Our educational system needs a serious overhaul. It will have to be aggressive and assertive. Everyone is not going to college. By eighth grade, we need to adjust to that. Kids are not in the fields anymore in the summers. What is wrong with year-round school? I am even for a longer school day--whatever it takes to produce positive citizens to carry on the values and morals of this great country.
If President Obama (or anyone in his camp) ever reads this, holla at a sister. I have some fresh ideas that just might turn this poor situation around if gotten to the right people. Administrators don't see what I see everyday. Superintendents don't see what I see everyday. Would you ask a colonel in a cushy office the best weapon for warfare or the lieutenant you've enlisted for battle who sees what they are dealing with on a regular basis? This is my battle cry.....

I'm just saying...

Deo Volente,
Step Brown

The Golden Rule

I am so excited about my new blog. I hope I don't overwhelm my future readers. I have so much on my mind that I would like to get out in cyberspace.
It's really late and I hardly ever stay up this late. I had dinner with my Line Sisters tonight to celebrate our one-year anniversary in Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. We went to a nice restaurant and socialized and took pictures. There were at least 25 of us. All talking at once, all ordering at once, most ordering similar menu items--a very busy scene. Our server, a young lady, was busting her butt to replenish drinks and keep orders straight. People were switching seats. To an outsider, it was chaos.
Unfortunately, everyone is not as patient and understanding as maybe they should be. I noticed our server diligently pressing buttons on the computer to get our tickets out and balling her eyes out. Her make-up was smeared and she was trembling. I asked what was wrong. She mumbled that she had gotten tickts confused and someone had called the manager on her. She was very upset. Another soror and I went to the manager and spoke on the server's behalf. Considering the size of our party and the chaotic nature of the dinner, we thought she had done an excellent job. The manager went over to help her. She never really calmed down.
I stayed behind to personally speak with the young lady. I wanted her to know she had indeed done a wonderful job with such a large party. I reminded her that sometimes people are rude and it has nothing to do with the person with which they are rude. I apologized on behalf of my party and the confusion that was caused.
I believe if people would remember the Golden Rule, maybe the world would be a better place. Folks, please, consider how you would want someone to treat you or your mother or your daughter before you snap off on somebody. No one deserves to be dumped on. No one needs your issues. They have their own.
So please remember to treat people the way you want to be treated. Everytime you snap off, you are sowing a seed that you will soon reap. OR think of the Law of Attraction. If you put off rudeness, you'll definitely get it back and two-fold. OR Love your neighbor as you love yourself. That is in the Good Book.
I hate to sound preachy so late at night. This is just something I wanted to express. Hopfully, that is what this blog will help me to--express myself. Also, make people think...about being a better people. One blog at a time!!! Nite Nite.

Sweet Beginnings

Welcome all and thanks for taking the time to visit. As promised, I will use this as an avenue for my writing and a place to express my thoughts. Here we go....


Hospital Visit
A loved one is in the hospital and you decide to visit. As you're walking down a hospital hallway, you hear another familiar voice coming from a different room. Stop in for a visit and write about it.You can post your response (500 words or fewer) in the WD Forum.




Hospital Visit




My cell phone massages my left leg. I should have put it on silent.
“Hello. Oh, hey girl! Listen, I’m a little busy. I’m here at Grady Memorial. Yeah, fulfilling the wifely duties. You so silly but she is my mother-in-law. I’ll buzz you when I leave.”
As I walk down the hall, I notice a name I haven’t seen in a while. Surely, it couldn’t be but I stop at the door to witness a lively exchange.
“Mr. Sanders, you are too much. You really should be more focused on your recovery and less focused on getting my number.” The female voice giggles.
A male voice responds. “How can I focus when you come in here with those sexy nursing uniforms?”
Although it has been a year since I’ve seen him, the smoothness of his voice is undeniable. I knock on the door. The nurse opens it wider. “It seems you have a guest, Mr. Sanders.” She struts out.
I peek around the door. Sure enough, it’s Brantley Sanders.
“Well, hey, Miss Lady. Long time, no see. What are you doing here?” He sits up in his bed.
I stand in silence. His once-muscular frame is noticeably absent and the clean-shaven face I remember is replaced with a poorly-groomed beard. “I’m here to visit my mother-in-law. More importantly, why are you here?” I stand in place—not knowing if proximity is allowed.
“Well, baby girl, my lifestyle finally got up with me.” His aliment hasn’t curtailed his arrogance.
I whisper, “Your lifestyle?”
He smiles. “You know the one—when the sexy new mail courier is the ‘freak de jour’ for all the powerful female attorneys. If the money was right, some of the male ones, too. It was all the same to me.”
With a terrified look on my face, I stammer, “Exactly, what are you saying?”
Brantley coyly states, “I suggest that since you’re here, you ought to have some blood drawn. More than your blood type may be positive.”
The next thing I remember is smelling salts tickling my nose.