mel's world

Church Folk

2006-07-21T20:56:00.001-05:00

For the past week, I have been teaching preschoolers in the Vacation Bible School. I wasn't asked by the director (lets call her Kate) of VBS but by the pastor because Kate didn't have teachers. On Monday, I was told that I had to get a song together for the program on Sunday. I found a song for the students to sing and created a dance to go with the student. However, I had to miss a day for personal reasons. Becasue I knew that I was leaving, I left the song with instructions so Kate could review the song with the children. When I returned I found that Kate changed my studnets song and wouldn't let them dance. Then Kate tells me to "practice" with my class, and then she left.
How was I going to practice when I didn't know what they were doing. I am so upset right now. I didn't not have to bail her out of a sticky situation of having no teachers, but I did! I feel used and abused. To make matters worse, a five year old tells me that she wants to do my song because its fun. What am I supposed to say to her. This kind of behavior makes me want to no go to church anymore.

The Best Poem In the World

2006-07-21T14:18:00.000-05:00

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of all,
nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp--
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

"And why's everyone so quiet, so somber?
Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said He, "they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.

DRAMA

2006-07-21T14:09:00.000-05:00

Why is that drama follows you wherever you go? This is a question that I never seem to get answered. Does anyone know the answer.

My inspiration

2006-04-23T01:05:00.000-05:00

This poem is dedicated to my great friend (you know who are). You are truely my inspiration and I thank you for everything.

You inspire me

When I sit to write a poem
your name comes out of me
I form each letter flawlessly
As if its meant to be
No other words can escape my mind
For only you can inspire me
When I try to paint a picture,
Your face is all I know.
I paint your image carefully
I don’t want to ruin excellence
Your image inspires me
When I try to sing a song
I sing of your good deads.
The times you’ve made me smile
Becomes my melody
The lyrics sing your excellence
Because you inspire me
When I wake to say my morning prayer
I tell God to Bless you
For you’ve helped me
To become the special person everyone see
I thank the Lord I’ve found you
Because you inspire me

P.S. Little man inspire me too! LOL! :)

why am i awake

2006-04-23T00:46:00.000-05:00

its now12:45 am and I'm wide awake. Why? I have no idea. Two hours ago I was tired and ready for bed. I took a shower had a snack and now I can't sleep so I'm writing, but I have nothing to write so there went nothing.

Psalm 23

2006-04-23T00:41:00.000-05:00

I challenged myself to remember psalm 23 and here's what i remember. Its not perfect but i did remember it

The Lord is my shepard I shall not want He maketh me lie down in green pastures. He leadth me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul He leadth me in the path of righteousness for his name sake. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for thou art with me thy rod and thy staff comfort me Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil my cup runth over. Sure goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever

God Bless

THe Poem

2006-03-29T12:55:00.000-06:00

My aunt send another wonderful poem for all to enjoy:

The Poem

I knelt to pray but not for long,

I had too much to do.

I had to hurry and get to work

For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,

And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done

My soul could rest at ease.....

All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer

No time to speak of Christ to friends,

They'd laugh at me I'd fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,

That was my constant cry,

No time to give to souls in need

But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord,I came,

I stood with downcast eyes.

For in his hands God! held a book;

It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find

I once was going to write it down...

But never found the time"

Author unknown

i shouldn't have left my bed

2006-03-27T00:15:00.000-06:00

Saturday was an interesting day...

Saturday around 12 my friend Shel and i learn that we have to make a quick stop to wal-mart so we call and get a ride to go (neither of us drive). While at walmart my phone starts to ring. A new guy i met whol i'll call "mike" calls and wants to know where i am and why i'm not in my room. I tell i'm at wal mart then i'm to the gym and i call him when i get back to my dorm room.
An hour later i find myself in the gym on the bicycle getting a good workout when mike calls again wondering wher i am, so i tell. Just then Shel says "he does seem too right" i defend him and keep on working out. On our way back to the dorm he calls again. Now red flags are going off in my head, but i ignore it. As we are still walking another friend Bridget calls as ask her to go to her house for a little get together so we agree. By this time its 4 and we decide to go by Bridget at 7. Unfortunely i made the mistake to not call mike so he called me ...... three times. Around six i finally answer and he tells me "You must be fucking some nigga cause you didn't answer" i tell him i was busy and couldn't then i assure him i'll call him back but i have to go to a friends house. At Bridget's house another friend name Teresa calls and as me and Shel to go to a bar with her and we again. Then of course mike calls 6 times before we made it back to our dorm to get dressed. By this time its 11 and we're rushed to be ready for Teresa to pick us up. We decide to wait outside for Teresa because she was taking a long time when you guessed it Mike calls. He asks me why i didn't answer my room phone and i tell him i'm standing outside wait for a friend when he tells me he'll bring me so i won't have to wait. (now i'm scared) i decline and pray Teresa hurrys. By the time i drop my phone into my purse Mike arrives and ask me where i'm going and why i didn't tell him. i explain that we aren't dating so i can go when and where ever i please without telling him. He then reaches through the window to make me get into the car. I backed away he cursed then left (at this point i'm terrified) but i didn't say anything. Shel was calling the police but i talked her out of it (why i don't know) anyway Teresa comes and i decide to go out anyway. We get to the bar/club and Shel and I decide to wait in line while Teresa and her firend Ona freshen up. While waiting in the back of the line a car almost hits me. The police officer whose watchign the line resused us. Just then Teresa and Ona walk up they see friends and try to skip then . The police officers sees and try to stop then: that's when the shit hit the fan. Shel and i didn't know that Teresa had a fake stamp on and had given another one of her friends her id to get in so the cop almost arrested Teresa but he didn't we just couldn't get in. The night doesn't end there we deciede to go back to bridgets house but we want to get some drinks first. (bridgets doesn't drink) we go to a drive through liquour store but we can't purshace alchol because teresa whose dirvinig is only 19 it doesn't matter that she wasn't buying anything so we go to another store and purshase alchol. Next we go to bridget to find another guy im trying to avoid j. c. the first time i met him he wants me to strip. we leave there and decide to go home but teresa see a group of white men (she's black but only like white guys or black guys who are extremely dark like wesley snipes nothing in between) she follows them to a frat house and trys to go in We did talk her out of that and finally i get home at 3 in the morning.

The lesson for me is 1. i don't think i should take because i only attract crazy people 2. i shouldn't go out with people under 21 3. I need a car. 4. I haven't done any homework

I give up!

2006-02-23T02:51:00.000-06:00

I try so hard,
but now I see;
That the true look I seek
Is really not for me.

I'm tried of crying over you
i don't believe you even know
I keep the tear so quietly
wishing you cared

So in the end
I give up!

Soul Food for the Christian Soul

2006-02-22T15:10:00.000-06:00

My aunt Val sent me this poem via email. This is a poem for the every feeling of a Christian spirit. The author of this work unfortunately is unknown. Anyway......................Enjoy!!!!!

SOUL FOODI love the taste of T-bone Steak
Delicious every bite,
But there's nothing like the Word of God,
For my spiritual appetite.
The Word of God has milk and meat,
And even ice cream and cake.
Take a slice of the Bread of Life,
And coffee to keep us awake.
Open your Bible and turn to Psalms,
For David's famous buffet.
You can drink all the wine of the word you want,
And still feel fine the next day.
There's enough of the Word in everyone,
And no one has to cheat.
The Word of God is a smorgasbord,
So take all you are able to eat.
Let's have a little long suffering,
Job gives the recipe.
Patience is the main ingredient,
Self denial is the fee.
Wrap that up in temperance,
It may not make much sense,
Cover that with contentment,
Then add some joy for strength.

Let's have love for dessert,
Jesus made this dish,
Cream of joy and peace together,
Sift out all selfishness.
Add some deeds of righteousness,
Enough to make it sweet,
Humility is the frosting,
That makes the dish complete.
Or, are you on a diet,
Cause the race seems hard to run?
For a weight losing menu,
Try Hebrews 12 and 1.
Are you suffering from malnutrition,
And don't know what to do?
Your spiritual growth seems hindered,
Try 1st Peter 2 and 2.
If when every time you battle,
The enemy always wins,
Try some Holy Ghost Protein,
And spiritual vitamins.
God's Word can feed millions,
And still have plenty left.
Because the Word of God is Soul Food,
Sent from the World's Greatest CHEF.

****************Author unknown.

she's going to the chapel

2006-02-19T20:49:00.001-06:00

One of my good friends from high school called me yesterday to tell me she’s getting married. At first, I was excited on of my girl’s is getting married and of course that means a wedding, so I started to calculated plane tickets and bridesmaid dress, etc. Then, it hit she’s getting married. MARRIED. That something I always wanted but the idea scared the hell out of me. Spending the rest of you life with one person. How do you know if you picked the right person ? I was still pondering all this when she told when she getting married. NEXT WEEKEND. WHAT? She claims there will be a bigger wedding later but I doubt . All I can say is I wish her the best of luck because she deserves it. I don’t understand why she’s moving so fast, but that not my business.

For The Ladies

2006-02-18T13:34:00.000-06:00

Below is a wonderful poem Audrey Hepburn wrote when asked to share her "beauty tips." It was read at her funeral years later.

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.

Beautiful Black Boy

2006-02-16T01:59:00.000-06:00

This poem is dedicated to all the men that have been a part of my life. Whether the influence was postitive or negative, each experience has made the women I am today, so I thank you!
Hope you like it.

Beautiful black boy
I love you for who you are
Your intelligence encourages me
Your greatness inspires me
Your magnificence amazes me
In your eyes, I see future
Your lips speak of wisdom
Your shoulders show support
Each arm shows your strength
Your hands show hard work
Your belly shows desire
In your legs, I see poise
Your feet show quickness
In you I see me

Lesson learned

2006-02-15T11:34:00.000-06:00

I was once told that you learn something new every day and if your lucky you learn something new about yourself each day. Well, this past week, I must've been the luckiest person in the world. I learned a lot about me.
First, I learned that after three year of being single, I'm finally ready to consider a relationship again. I met my ex when i was only 13 and we started dating when I was 15. We dated off and on until I was 19 (too long for someone that young.) I've realized that I need this time to figure out who I am as a women and learn more lessons about life and love.
Next, I;ve learned that I want real love, not the random relationships I've had over the past three years. I want to be able to experience life with someone who honestly cares about me and who i honestly care about. I want the real deal, hey I deserve it.
Last, I've that me and my best friend may be too close. (It took a guy to show me this one!) Me and my best friend send text messages to each other all day. (I think that's why its hard for me to accept that everyone doesn't like text messages). Once each of us are out of class we talk on the phone for about an hour, we both take a nap. At about nine we eat dinner together and I normally go to her dorm room and we talk and watch tv until 1 in the morning. If that's not enough we call each other about 2 to tell each other something we forgot. When I told her that maybe we spend too much time together, we agreed to seperate. So last night I left her room at 12. ( we need time to get used to the whole seperate thing)

That's just my baby daddy

2006-02-08T16:31:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, my friends and I were having much needed girl talk. When I confessed that I had crush on someone. I told her how I thought the guy was nice and different from others. I also stared to talk about a conversation we had had before that I thought was funny(it also related to the conversation), she says, "Oh, so now you have a baby daddy!" What! I admittedly said now of course not. I want so much more than just a baby daddy. I want someone to be there for me, to stand with me. I mean any man can make a baby, but it takes a REAL MAN to be the love of my life. Have we become so accustomed to guys just making babies and leaving that that's all we as women want. If so, then I don't want that. I want to be loved and respected; I want a REAL MAN!

The Truth

2006-02-03T17:28:00.000-06:00

In honor of African American History Month. I must post on of the greatest speeches dilvered. The speech is called "Ain't I a Women" Sojourner Truth (also know as Isabella Baumfee) This speech was given 1851 at the Women Convention in Akron, Ohio. This speech is important for African Americans as well as women. So here it is....

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man—when I could get it—and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?
Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?
Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

The Dreadful Day

2006-01-31T02:26:00.000-06:00

So, as we all know Valentine’s Day is coming soon. I must admit I personally hate that particular day. The reason of my distaste isn’t because the commercialism takes away from the true meaning of St. Valentine’s Day, but the truth is I’ve never had a Valentines. I never had a card given to me, no box of chocolates no teddy bear, not even a call that say Happy V. Day. So as this dreaded day approaches, I must help all my friends decide what they’re given the men in their lives and try to guess with them on what they are most likely to receive. Meanwhile, I’ll be cursing silently, because I know that I won’t be getting anything. I know the importance to Valentine’s Day is to show every person you care for that you care for them. Yes, I know that I am blessed to have a wonderful family who loves me and cares for me. I also know my family would give me the world if I ask. I still want a male non family member to show me some respect. One day it will happen I feel it I know it but until that day comes, every February 14, I’ll remain alone and hate Valentine’s Day.

Her pain/ His gain

2006-01-29T23:36:00.001-06:00

She looked out the window and softly said a prayer that nothing would go wrong.
His blinked his head lights three times as he told her he would over the phone.
She looked in the mirror one last time and rushed down the stairs.
He slowly walked to the front down then knocked three times softly so the parents wouldn’t hear.
She open the door then guide him upstairs.
He grabbed her butt then kissed her neck has they made it up the stairs.
She jumped and moaned at the pleasure and pain of the actions that just took place.
He whispered in her ear,
“I can’t wait to have you in my arms. You’re so beautiful words can’t expressed”
She held back the tears for she really believed that he was her Prince Charming.
Once in the bedroom, he removed the t-shirt then kissed her.
A shiver went up her spine, as she received her first real kiss.
He laid her across the floor and began to deflower her.
She whined in pain then relaxed.
He kissed her fourteen year old body, as she admired his manly physique.
He felt the minutes go by as hours while she noticed the quickness.
She mentally started to plan the wedding and honeymoon while he planned his escape.
He quietly got dress then quickly left.
She started to cry as asked him over and over what went wrong.
He smiled to himself and said “Nothing babe, see you next time.”
She continued to called him days after that night.
He came, had sex and leave her in tears.
She prayed for strength to stop calling
He prayed she’d keep calling.
She broke down one day and said “I love you”
He laughed and said, “It’s over”
She never forgot the months and the pain it caused.
He never knew the effect of his actions.
She wised up and learned from those months.
He could care less what she had learned for he got what he wanted.