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
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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
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
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
Monday, May 18, 2009
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
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
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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
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
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