Prisons aren't only jail cells in correctional institutions.
You can be a prisoner in your own home...or, for that matter, in your own mind.
Though the world is beginning to realize that the word homosexual isn't a bad word; still many help keep people of that identity locked in the closet of their minds.
I've had numerous individuals question their sexual preference and ask me if they might be gay. That's a question I've yet to answer; for I have no way of knowing. I wouldn't dare suggest one way or the other. I have no right. Its answer lies within their own heart.
I don't like to see or hear of anyone quarreling inside the prison walls of their mind about their sexual identity. Been there, done that. It is indeed a hellhole of agony.
If you struggle with yourself...there's freedom through God. Pray and ask for guidance. YES, positively, God listens to the prayers of homosexuals. Don't let anyone, not a single solitary soul, convince you differently.
But never argue with an idiot either. They'll drag you down to their level and keep you a prisoner within the confines of your human vessel, tethering their negative energy to you like a kite's tail.
Courteously, thank them for their opinion and move away as fast as you can. Cut the kite's tail and RUN my friend.
So, how do you know if you're gay? You just know...same as a straight person knows they're attracted to the opposite sex.
But no one can answer that question for you. Nor should they...
Friday, October 26, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Helping Others
There's an old Chinese Proverb that says:
"If you want Happiness for a lifetime...help others."
I bet, like myself, you've found that to be true.
Nothing puts a SMILE in yer heart like extending a helping hand to a friend, family member, associate, or a stranger. It builds a fire that radiates through the trillions of cells that compose our bodies.
Like the sands of an hour glass, each grain of sand flows to make-up the hour...much the way each of our deeds, good or bad, flow to make-up our lives.
What we give tells much about who we are. For we can only give from what we are.
Have you ever considered LISTENING to be a treasured gift? An easy way to help others? I'm talking about when we truly listen with far more than just our ears. Giving them our undivided attention. Using our minds, eyes and hearts. It takes skill, practiced skill, to give this sort of gift, but once you've accomplished these listening skills...the gift becomes twofold. You become a much better speaker, just by listening.
Resisting the need to interrupt, unless it's for clarification, takes an unseen strength.
Why college curriculums now offer courses entirely on listening skills.
What makes listening so hard for most is that the the human brain thinks much faster than it can speak. At least four times as fast. So that means if a person talks 125 words per minutes, another person not skilled at listening has already taken several side trips, thus only comprehending a fraction of what was said.
I've found that to genuinely help others you must become a good listener. Don't just anticipate their needs; know them from their own lips, or eyes, or facial expressions, or body twitches or various other forms of communication that only a good listener observes. That's when you can really help a person. Get to the bottom of what they need. What is it that you can give. We're not talking $$ here, but something no amount of money can provide.
Sometimes listening was/is all they needed. Or we may find that a friendly hug or a few words of compassion need to accompany the conclusion of a friendly listening session. Or if there's wisdom to share, don't hesitate - but try to never turn it to fulfill your own personal needs. For if you do, no matter how great a listener you were, you null and void the gift. Helping is about others, not yourself, even though you will receive a blessing all the same.
And though some will welcome a prayer for them, others will squirm with apprehension. Respect their wishes; yet go and silently pray for them. They won't know it, but it could be just the help they needed.
Help Others! Try these for starters: Smiling - Listening - Words of Comfort - a Gentle Embrace - and/or - Having a Word With Jesus.
May God bless you all, regardless of race, color, creed, religion, national origin, gender, age, sexual orientation, or disability.
God made us as one - all branches of the same Tree of Life...
"If you want Happiness for a lifetime...help others."
I bet, like myself, you've found that to be true.
Nothing puts a SMILE in yer heart like extending a helping hand to a friend, family member, associate, or a stranger. It builds a fire that radiates through the trillions of cells that compose our bodies.
Like the sands of an hour glass, each grain of sand flows to make-up the hour...much the way each of our deeds, good or bad, flow to make-up our lives.
What we give tells much about who we are. For we can only give from what we are.
Have you ever considered LISTENING to be a treasured gift? An easy way to help others? I'm talking about when we truly listen with far more than just our ears. Giving them our undivided attention. Using our minds, eyes and hearts. It takes skill, practiced skill, to give this sort of gift, but once you've accomplished these listening skills...the gift becomes twofold. You become a much better speaker, just by listening.
Resisting the need to interrupt, unless it's for clarification, takes an unseen strength.
Why college curriculums now offer courses entirely on listening skills.
What makes listening so hard for most is that the the human brain thinks much faster than it can speak. At least four times as fast. So that means if a person talks 125 words per minutes, another person not skilled at listening has already taken several side trips, thus only comprehending a fraction of what was said.
I've found that to genuinely help others you must become a good listener. Don't just anticipate their needs; know them from their own lips, or eyes, or facial expressions, or body twitches or various other forms of communication that only a good listener observes. That's when you can really help a person. Get to the bottom of what they need. What is it that you can give. We're not talking $$ here, but something no amount of money can provide.
Sometimes listening was/is all they needed. Or we may find that a friendly hug or a few words of compassion need to accompany the conclusion of a friendly listening session. Or if there's wisdom to share, don't hesitate - but try to never turn it to fulfill your own personal needs. For if you do, no matter how great a listener you were, you null and void the gift. Helping is about others, not yourself, even though you will receive a blessing all the same.
And though some will welcome a prayer for them, others will squirm with apprehension. Respect their wishes; yet go and silently pray for them. They won't know it, but it could be just the help they needed.
Help Others! Try these for starters: Smiling - Listening - Words of Comfort - a Gentle Embrace - and/or - Having a Word With Jesus.
May God bless you all, regardless of race, color, creed, religion, national origin, gender, age, sexual orientation, or disability.
God made us as one - all branches of the same Tree of Life...
Friday, October 19, 2007
'Choices'
Many say we chose this homosexual lifestyle for ourselves. Are they crazy???????? Duh! Do they really believe we'd choose to be ridiculed and scorned?
We have many choices to make in life...and I'm here to tell you, being gay/lesbian isn't something I chose. It's who I am.
I fought against it...tried to be something that I wasn't. But you can't be what you aren't; no more than a 'straight' person can switch teams.
But I have chosen to make the best of my life.
My present choices determine the type of memories I create. I've chosen to seek out goodness and truth.
I've made some tough choices that I wouldn't wish on anybody, but only because at the time I thought it was the right thing to do.
Sometimes when we try to do what some clerics say is the Godly thing to do, not only do we hurt ourselves, but others too.
We're so segregated. Gay churches, gay resorts, gay nightclubs, gay cruiselines, gay bookstores, gay restaurants, etc., etc..
I pray I live long enough to see unity and acceptance. United in the transforming power of God's love.
Thank God, Ellen DeGeneres has pushed some doors down and folks have gotten to see that we're not perverts. Heck, once they get to know us, they find we're just like them. With the exception of one thing.
So you might ask, "If you didn't choose to be homosexual, then who did?" And that's where the battle begins. I can tell you from now until the cows come home that I was born this way. Yet many will argue til they're mad as h_ll that I must be out of my mind. God wouldn't make that sort of mistake.
We're not mistakes. God doesn't make mistakes. But the Bible says, you say. I read my Bible daily. God is precious to me. I choose to worship Him. He guides me my life; however like a little child, I sometimes stray from the yard.
I wish more ministers of God would practice what they preach. God is Love. Far more divine, compassionate, forgiving and loving than my mind can go near. He's my CHOICE...and He Chose Me.
There's a dawning of choices in life.
May the healing, guiding, prospering power of divine love be one of the choices you make.
Fee Amanillah - God be with You...
We have many choices to make in life...and I'm here to tell you, being gay/lesbian isn't something I chose. It's who I am.
I fought against it...tried to be something that I wasn't. But you can't be what you aren't; no more than a 'straight' person can switch teams.
But I have chosen to make the best of my life.
My present choices determine the type of memories I create. I've chosen to seek out goodness and truth.
I've made some tough choices that I wouldn't wish on anybody, but only because at the time I thought it was the right thing to do.
Sometimes when we try to do what some clerics say is the Godly thing to do, not only do we hurt ourselves, but others too.
We're so segregated. Gay churches, gay resorts, gay nightclubs, gay cruiselines, gay bookstores, gay restaurants, etc., etc..
I pray I live long enough to see unity and acceptance. United in the transforming power of God's love.
Thank God, Ellen DeGeneres has pushed some doors down and folks have gotten to see that we're not perverts. Heck, once they get to know us, they find we're just like them. With the exception of one thing.
So you might ask, "If you didn't choose to be homosexual, then who did?" And that's where the battle begins. I can tell you from now until the cows come home that I was born this way. Yet many will argue til they're mad as h_ll that I must be out of my mind. God wouldn't make that sort of mistake.
We're not mistakes. God doesn't make mistakes. But the Bible says, you say. I read my Bible daily. God is precious to me. I choose to worship Him. He guides me my life; however like a little child, I sometimes stray from the yard.
I wish more ministers of God would practice what they preach. God is Love. Far more divine, compassionate, forgiving and loving than my mind can go near. He's my CHOICE...and He Chose Me.
There's a dawning of choices in life.
May the healing, guiding, prospering power of divine love be one of the choices you make.
Fee Amanillah - God be with You...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Thankfulness
I just can't believe how blessed I am. No, I'm not of millionaire status when it comes to currency, but when it comes to friends and family, I'm magnificently RICH beyond measure.
It takes real maturity to recognize all of life's blessings. Before then, we take so much for granted.
Mother Teresa said: "Be Someone for Somebody." Here the saintly Lady didn't even have a pot to pee in, but offered up herself without expecting a thing in return. Recent news has presented her as a basket case at times, questioning her belief in God. They say ( the News media ) she was forlorn, literally lost on her path with God.
Forgive me, but I say, "Hogwash."
So what?! She got weary at times. Depression sat on her chest like a camel with diarrhea. Life stunk and she felt crushed by internal sorrow. But she never stopped believing...she never stopped giving...she went forward by the Grace of God. She thanked Him daily, even though her mind questioned, reached and searched. She thanked Him through the darkness and the Light. An example for all of us.
Haven't we all had those days when dung seemed to drop out of the sky onto us? But if you stop and think...dung is a fertilizer...it produces growth. Now I don't like dung dumped or slung at me, but by golly I like growth. And sometimes growth causes us a pain in the royal butt.
I think we only get the dung treatment when we've turned our backs to the gentle ways. Sometimes we can be so hard of hearing or seeing what sits before us, that God moves us on to plan 'D' for dung. Often its at our own doing. We can be such a glutton for making our own tough times. I'm just now learning the caution signs and I keep me brakes in tip top condition. But that doesn't mean I don't trip over my own feet once in a while. You can bet I do.
I look at the food before me at every meal, just before I say my blessing, somewhat differently now. I'm thankful I don't go hungry. I'm thankful that I don't know what real hunger is. Why my meals are a bloody feast compared to what so many, near and far, from us must eat; that is if they get to eat at all on some days.
You've seen the TV ads. Children and adults alike, starving. Barely any skin attached to their skeletal frames. Can't eat a nice juicy steak or a plate of fresh veggies watching that; now can you?
Thankful, an eight lettered word so simple to say. So easily taken for granted.
You and you, and me are blessed, even when the skies are grey. Those dark clouds will go away. But as hard as it is to do, let's be thankful for the grey skies too. They provide the raindrops that water the dung, that nourishes the soils, that grows our one-of-a-kind lives. We're set free of the dung, and sprout upward in knowledge and love.
Yes, I'm a lesbian, but that's a very small part of who I am. I'm thankful that God wanted me to live. For He gave me birth; make no mistake about that. I thank Him daily.
Well, I'll stop spurting off at the mouth for now and end by saying:
I'm truly thankful for all my friends and family, and that includes the friends I've yet to meet.
Tonight, before you climb beneath the covers in your soft bed, try saying 'Thank You," to God. He'll be listening.
God Bless You All.
It takes real maturity to recognize all of life's blessings. Before then, we take so much for granted.
Mother Teresa said: "Be Someone for Somebody." Here the saintly Lady didn't even have a pot to pee in, but offered up herself without expecting a thing in return. Recent news has presented her as a basket case at times, questioning her belief in God. They say ( the News media ) she was forlorn, literally lost on her path with God.
Forgive me, but I say, "Hogwash."
So what?! She got weary at times. Depression sat on her chest like a camel with diarrhea. Life stunk and she felt crushed by internal sorrow. But she never stopped believing...she never stopped giving...she went forward by the Grace of God. She thanked Him daily, even though her mind questioned, reached and searched. She thanked Him through the darkness and the Light. An example for all of us.
Haven't we all had those days when dung seemed to drop out of the sky onto us? But if you stop and think...dung is a fertilizer...it produces growth. Now I don't like dung dumped or slung at me, but by golly I like growth. And sometimes growth causes us a pain in the royal butt.
I think we only get the dung treatment when we've turned our backs to the gentle ways. Sometimes we can be so hard of hearing or seeing what sits before us, that God moves us on to plan 'D' for dung. Often its at our own doing. We can be such a glutton for making our own tough times. I'm just now learning the caution signs and I keep me brakes in tip top condition. But that doesn't mean I don't trip over my own feet once in a while. You can bet I do.
I look at the food before me at every meal, just before I say my blessing, somewhat differently now. I'm thankful I don't go hungry. I'm thankful that I don't know what real hunger is. Why my meals are a bloody feast compared to what so many, near and far, from us must eat; that is if they get to eat at all on some days.
You've seen the TV ads. Children and adults alike, starving. Barely any skin attached to their skeletal frames. Can't eat a nice juicy steak or a plate of fresh veggies watching that; now can you?
Thankful, an eight lettered word so simple to say. So easily taken for granted.
You and you, and me are blessed, even when the skies are grey. Those dark clouds will go away. But as hard as it is to do, let's be thankful for the grey skies too. They provide the raindrops that water the dung, that nourishes the soils, that grows our one-of-a-kind lives. We're set free of the dung, and sprout upward in knowledge and love.
Yes, I'm a lesbian, but that's a very small part of who I am. I'm thankful that God wanted me to live. For He gave me birth; make no mistake about that. I thank Him daily.
Well, I'll stop spurting off at the mouth for now and end by saying:
I'm truly thankful for all my friends and family, and that includes the friends I've yet to meet.
Tonight, before you climb beneath the covers in your soft bed, try saying 'Thank You," to God. He'll be listening.
God Bless You All.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
The word 'happy.'
I've become penpal friends with folks across the world. Canada, India, Japan, and Iran, just to name a few. Only the internet has made this possible.
One friend in particular, Shadi, which just so happens to mean happiness, has stretched my mind and taught me the words: Fee Amanillah - They mean - God be with you.
Another new friend from Canada taught me that Thanksgiving is celebrated there in the month of October. They just celebrated it last week, and, yes, they have turkey too.
And from India, a gentleman of soul and nature deepens my thoughts.
People all around the world...our Sisters and Brothers...can teach us so much, just with the touch of a computer key. Of course it would be so much more enjoyable to sit beside them to talk, laugh and sometimes cry.
To appreciate true 'happiness' we must know sadness as well. Our highest good can come out of our deepest suffering. Sometimes that sad road is the path to 'happiness' . But many of us try taking detours to avoid sadness, thus missing the 'happiness' that was waiting for us. If we could live life backwards, we'd not make those mistakes...but that's not possible.
A friend in Japan taught me the word 'ikigai'. It means a sense of purpose in our lives. Something we all long and keep reaching for among the stars. Only through God can we reach those heights.
Your future starts everyday when you wake up. Make the most of it. Choose 'happiness'. Share 'happiness.
Keep your heart open for life's blessings. Reach out and make friends across the world. There's many gifts to give... and receive. But I think 'happiness' is the one I most enjoy.
One friend in particular, Shadi, which just so happens to mean happiness, has stretched my mind and taught me the words: Fee Amanillah - They mean - God be with you.
Another new friend from Canada taught me that Thanksgiving is celebrated there in the month of October. They just celebrated it last week, and, yes, they have turkey too.
And from India, a gentleman of soul and nature deepens my thoughts.
People all around the world...our Sisters and Brothers...can teach us so much, just with the touch of a computer key. Of course it would be so much more enjoyable to sit beside them to talk, laugh and sometimes cry.
To appreciate true 'happiness' we must know sadness as well. Our highest good can come out of our deepest suffering. Sometimes that sad road is the path to 'happiness' . But many of us try taking detours to avoid sadness, thus missing the 'happiness' that was waiting for us. If we could live life backwards, we'd not make those mistakes...but that's not possible.
A friend in Japan taught me the word 'ikigai'. It means a sense of purpose in our lives. Something we all long and keep reaching for among the stars. Only through God can we reach those heights.
Your future starts everyday when you wake up. Make the most of it. Choose 'happiness'. Share 'happiness.
Keep your heart open for life's blessings. Reach out and make friends across the world. There's many gifts to give... and receive. But I think 'happiness' is the one I most enjoy.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Anticipation
Waiting for my new novel to be released is a lot like waiting in line to use the bathroom. I'm dancing around in anticipation.
I've attached a value, called self-worth, to my life. It either wins me the deference of others or their indifference.
Though others opinion of me matters; I don't allow it to generate control of my life.Took me years to learn to let go and let God guide my way.
Anticipating my book's release also scares me. As a writer, I can't help but slip and bare my soul on some pages, subliminally, but I can see it. Seems to be a habit I can't shake free of. It's cathartic in many aspects. However, only a few of my family and friends recognize the me that shows up in black and white occasionally.
I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas.
Yeah, the anticipation is toying with me. But it's also keeping me humble.
I just hope God gives me a nod of approval as I try to use His Love as a message in my writing.
I've attached a value, called self-worth, to my life. It either wins me the deference of others or their indifference.
Though others opinion of me matters; I don't allow it to generate control of my life.Took me years to learn to let go and let God guide my way.
Anticipating my book's release also scares me. As a writer, I can't help but slip and bare my soul on some pages, subliminally, but I can see it. Seems to be a habit I can't shake free of. It's cathartic in many aspects. However, only a few of my family and friends recognize the me that shows up in black and white occasionally.
I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas.
Yeah, the anticipation is toying with me. But it's also keeping me humble.
I just hope God gives me a nod of approval as I try to use His Love as a message in my writing.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Relationships
Often we forget that success in any relationship is more than meeting the right person or persons.
First, we must be the right person. Marry your own life, love the Divine in yourself before forming bonds with others. ( I don't mean this selfishly ) Do what is yours to do. Determine what it is that you want to do with your one precious life... and by God...do it.
The light is in you, but like a lamp, you must be turned on. The energy awaits your simple command. It's totally up to you.
The art of living is perhaps the hardest art of all to master.
We harness ourselves with blinders for one particular reason or another, probably fears, and miss what goes on all around us; thereby robbing from our own treasure chest the very essence of glorious wonders at hand. Then we question... Why Not Me? Why Her? Why Him?
If we're to experience the gifts of love, we must be willing to develop an emotional climate where things can grow. Give not only from our hearts but the very taproot of our existence.
We've all heard that stable relationships are for horses, not people. There's conflict in the best of relationships. Why should yours be any different?
I suppose because we're not considered the norm of society, we feel we must be a rose without thorns.
I've got thorns----gracious, we all do.
Go around them. Wear gloves, or snip the darn things off. Learn to be thankful for the roses. Appreciate the fragrance and beauty.
Nourish yourself daily, like your relationships. It just takes a drop or two of care.
Corrie Ten Bloom once asked, "Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?" I'm afraid many of us use it as a spare tire, only out of desperation.
I dare you to try letting it steer your life. I double-dog dare you!
Many of you will say: I don't have time. I don't know how. It doesn't work. So many Clerics say that God doesn't love us, so why should I pray? It's just a waste of my time. I can't have fun if I ask God to guide my life. I'm not ready yet. My oh my, the list goes on and on.
There's no one way.
We aren't all alike. We above all folks should know that.
Me, I plan on dancing my way into Heaven, and I'll toast The Son of God with wine from Heaven's vineyard.
But while I'm here I'll give, I'll love, I'll tickle a few funny bones, and I'll dance with my partner as the beat of her heart fills my ears.
Listening...Giving...Forgiving...Playing...and Loving are the soils that make relationships thrive.
As sparks of the Divine, we are all the same soul substance. Each connected to one another. Life began in a garden.
Let's tend our own gardens. Then we'll have a bounty to share with others. Then we can cultivate love...and cherished relationships.
First, we must be the right person. Marry your own life, love the Divine in yourself before forming bonds with others. ( I don't mean this selfishly ) Do what is yours to do. Determine what it is that you want to do with your one precious life... and by God...do it.
The light is in you, but like a lamp, you must be turned on. The energy awaits your simple command. It's totally up to you.
The art of living is perhaps the hardest art of all to master.
We harness ourselves with blinders for one particular reason or another, probably fears, and miss what goes on all around us; thereby robbing from our own treasure chest the very essence of glorious wonders at hand. Then we question... Why Not Me? Why Her? Why Him?
If we're to experience the gifts of love, we must be willing to develop an emotional climate where things can grow. Give not only from our hearts but the very taproot of our existence.
We've all heard that stable relationships are for horses, not people. There's conflict in the best of relationships. Why should yours be any different?
I suppose because we're not considered the norm of society, we feel we must be a rose without thorns.
I've got thorns----gracious, we all do.
Go around them. Wear gloves, or snip the darn things off. Learn to be thankful for the roses. Appreciate the fragrance and beauty.
Nourish yourself daily, like your relationships. It just takes a drop or two of care.
Corrie Ten Bloom once asked, "Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?" I'm afraid many of us use it as a spare tire, only out of desperation.
I dare you to try letting it steer your life. I double-dog dare you!
Many of you will say: I don't have time. I don't know how. It doesn't work. So many Clerics say that God doesn't love us, so why should I pray? It's just a waste of my time. I can't have fun if I ask God to guide my life. I'm not ready yet. My oh my, the list goes on and on.
There's no one way.
We aren't all alike. We above all folks should know that.
Me, I plan on dancing my way into Heaven, and I'll toast The Son of God with wine from Heaven's vineyard.
But while I'm here I'll give, I'll love, I'll tickle a few funny bones, and I'll dance with my partner as the beat of her heart fills my ears.
Listening...Giving...Forgiving...Playing...and Loving are the soils that make relationships thrive.
As sparks of the Divine, we are all the same soul substance. Each connected to one another. Life began in a garden.
Let's tend our own gardens. Then we'll have a bounty to share with others. Then we can cultivate love...and cherished relationships.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Persistence Overcomes Resistance
I read today that needing someone is a lot like needing a parachute. They need to be there when you need them...or else you may never need them again.
Tragic as that sounds, it bangs with the Truth.
Friends are those we've hand-selected to watch our backs...hold our hand...step to our defense...and love us unconditionally------------even if we were a jerk last night. But we must be willing to do the same for them.
Being a Christian lesbian has placed me on the back pews of churches many times, not voluntarily, mind you, but because I didn't feel connected or accepted by my brothers and sisters to the front or sides of me.
Thank goodness - our country is slowly awakening. What a magnificent time to be alive. Suddenly, we're becoming fashionable. Ain't that a hoot?
We're GAY and Proud, because that's how we were created. God's Creations. God's children.
We feel Love...we feel passion...we know that we are no different from others, though many will argue the contrary. And use scripture recklessly to do so.
And I say shame on them. Yet I love them all the same, but they're not on my Christmas list.
Jesus said to LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
I'm not giving up. I'll remain persistent in the face of resistance. Come together Friends. Together we will win our God given rights to be treated justly.
I'll be your parachute, I'll watch your back, I'll hold your hand, I'll come to your defense...and I'll love you just as you are. For I selected you. ( Not my words, but those of the best Friend we'll ever have.)
"WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS," and how blessed we are that he watches over US.
Persistence does overcome resistance.
Tragic as that sounds, it bangs with the Truth.
Friends are those we've hand-selected to watch our backs...hold our hand...step to our defense...and love us unconditionally------------even if we were a jerk last night. But we must be willing to do the same for them.
Being a Christian lesbian has placed me on the back pews of churches many times, not voluntarily, mind you, but because I didn't feel connected or accepted by my brothers and sisters to the front or sides of me.
Thank goodness - our country is slowly awakening. What a magnificent time to be alive. Suddenly, we're becoming fashionable. Ain't that a hoot?
We're GAY and Proud, because that's how we were created. God's Creations. God's children.
We feel Love...we feel passion...we know that we are no different from others, though many will argue the contrary. And use scripture recklessly to do so.
And I say shame on them. Yet I love them all the same, but they're not on my Christmas list.
Jesus said to LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
I'm not giving up. I'll remain persistent in the face of resistance. Come together Friends. Together we will win our God given rights to be treated justly.
I'll be your parachute, I'll watch your back, I'll hold your hand, I'll come to your defense...and I'll love you just as you are. For I selected you. ( Not my words, but those of the best Friend we'll ever have.)
"WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS," and how blessed we are that he watches over US.
Persistence does overcome resistance.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
My previous two novels - 'My Heart On a Chain' & 'The Forest of Life' are available online at several bookstores.
There is still a large populace of society that view homosexuality as a sin. That, in and of, itself scares many lonely hearts seeking God's Love into an underground of secrecy, and/or, running blindly in the opposite direction.
GOD is LOVE. He created each of us and He loves each of us. He's chosen us for a reason. As Gay and Lesbians we've had to endure rejection. But it's important that we remember God doesn't reject His children. ( US, you and me.)
I write of everyday life. It just so happens that most of my main characters are lesbian women who lead productive and interesting lives. And yes, they fall in love and share the emotions that all lovers share.
My characters are full of life - and lay their hearts and souls on the pages. Sometimes they make you laugh. Sometimes they make you gasp...and sometimes they share their fears and tears with you. They're adventurous sorts that I hope you'll spend a few hours with.
While writing of them...I grew an attachment...of kinship.
I'll keep you updated on my new release. SOON, I'm happy to say. 'Returning to Rockwell' isn't a Christmas story, but that's a toss-up. "Tis Always the Season For Miracles."
There is still a large populace of society that view homosexuality as a sin. That, in and of, itself scares many lonely hearts seeking God's Love into an underground of secrecy, and/or, running blindly in the opposite direction.
GOD is LOVE. He created each of us and He loves each of us. He's chosen us for a reason. As Gay and Lesbians we've had to endure rejection. But it's important that we remember God doesn't reject His children. ( US, you and me.)
I write of everyday life. It just so happens that most of my main characters are lesbian women who lead productive and interesting lives. And yes, they fall in love and share the emotions that all lovers share.
My characters are full of life - and lay their hearts and souls on the pages. Sometimes they make you laugh. Sometimes they make you gasp...and sometimes they share their fears and tears with you. They're adventurous sorts that I hope you'll spend a few hours with.
While writing of them...I grew an attachment...of kinship.
I'll keep you updated on my new release. SOON, I'm happy to say. 'Returning to Rockwell' isn't a Christmas story, but that's a toss-up. "Tis Always the Season For Miracles."
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