Which Face Is This?


(BEFORE THE PEN) Have you ever dealt with unstable people? You never know who you might get from day to day. Maybe you work or have worked with them. Maybe you’ve dated or were/are friends with them. Look normal if you’re next to them reading this right now – shhhh…I won’t tell (lol). However these “gems” came to cross your path, I’m sure they tired you out as they do most folk. Now, granted, we all have our moments when we aren’t quite “on it,” but seriously, an all day, every day “don’t know what you’ll get TODAY” person is NOT the business. This goes out to all those who are making circles dip and flip, making ovals and wingdings out of a perfect shape. Which Face Is This? Inquiring minds would like to know. Please and thank you…lol

Which face is this?
It’s not the same face I talked to yesterday,
Yet your diagnosis isn’t schizophrenia.
I’m confused.
Which face IS this?

Which lie shall you walk in today?
The one where you say we’re friends,
Or the one where you say call you for anything…
while crossing your fingers praying that “anything” never
shows up on the caller ID?

Which path did you take to reach me?wpid-cb9f51fb35d3b1cd4ccb8bad1fd00bf7.jpg
And as the sermon said, “who in the hell left the gate open?”
Did I let you in because you looked familiar?
Sounded familiar?
Which face IS this?

Which color palette did you hide behind?
Rouge for the rude?
Or maybe blush for the brush off?
Or just MAYbe nothing at all
Because a slice of the knife is a dish best served raw, so
Which face IS this?

Circles can be quite large depending on how you draw them.
Some are not as round as they could be
Because there’s a dip
Or break
Or opening
In other words, some part of the shape is WEAK.

Fix the weakness?
Draw a new circle? Smaller…

(AFTER THE PEN) When you do find real friends, KEEP THEM! Don’t take them for granted. Be there when they call because they would do the same for you without hesitation. I have friends like this, and they are more like my sisters/brothers than just friends. They know who they are and how much they mean to me, but let me say here that I truly appreciate you.image

Cushion or Faith?

maxresdefaultA very dear friend texted me the following message:

“Vyce, I feel deep in my heart that your business is about to take off. Every time I see your launch promos, I’m very proud. This thing is about to be bigger than you ever could imagine. I just feel it!”

Just last week, my pastor said to me that what took others years to do, God’s going to cut the time considerably, and I will have to make the decision to stay at my “paycheck job,” as I call it, or leave it.

I PERSONALLY heard from God BEFORE anyone said anything to me in confirmation. When I wanted to quit during the process of this rebrand, I couldn’t because I heard His voice that this launch was going to change my life. For once in my life, I knew it was true. For once in my life, I BELIEVED it was true. I’ve always believed in God, but I also put HIs power in a box never truly placing complete faith in His sovereignty. And even with my limited faith, God proved over and over again that He got this IF I let Him have it, so I did.

I let Him have my anguish, guilt, anger, and gut wrenching pain of losing my daughter. I let Him have the years of carrying dead weight both mentally and physically. I let Him have the burden of panic attacks and anxiety. I let Him have this business. Life, has presented a new conundrum though that really brings in the question of “cushion or faith.”

My current employment situation grieves me each and every time I log in. I know God is pulling me in a different direction and it will be a swift move. I recall a sermon in which a point was made, in essence, that sometimes we may be in an uncomfortable situation right before God elevates us. Well, my elevation is surely near because when I say I just want to cry and sometimes DO cry when I sit to work, the struggle is real!

I work from home which most people would love to do, and not that I don’t love the flexibility – I hate the work. It’s not me AT ALL and pretty much takes all my education and experience and throws them in a very hot incinerator. It provides a check that my family needs (cushion), but I would much rather work my passion until my passion works for me (faith). When weighing out the cushion vs faith option, you have to exercise wisdom and a sound mind – I get that. I have a husband and a child. It wouldn’t be fair to just declare I’m done and have the entire weight of our household fall on my husband without any preparation for such a decision. Even with all the faith in the world, that’s not a logical decision. BUT…

What if God is leading me in this direction in an effort for His glory to shine through? Depend on Him and Him ALONE to wecantrust-god-heb10-23-ppcarry you through the rough period because His promise is greater than my paycheck job. Logic and faith don’t coexist. Logic and faith CAN’T coexist. I get that too, BUT…how do I reconcile what I KNOW to be the voice of God and my thought process? What must I do to be free to walk the path of faith where that cushion isn’t that comfortable, and you never want to sit for long; you have to keep moving or in my case, keep working the dream knowing that the God I serve is going to fulfill the vision. BUT…

WHEN? It’s not for me to know. It’s not for me to be concerned with it, BUT I am! I don’t want God to delay his promise simply because I won’t put 100% of my faith in Him and what He told me. I also don’t want to cause my family undo financial stress simply because I hate my job. Cushion or faith? What’s it gonna be? There just might be a way to combat this dilemma, but I have to exercise patience and continue to listen to God’s “right now” voice. By doing that, when the time comes, there will be no wrestling, no doubts, and no turning back!


Meanwhile, At the Wake…

Shaking heads – um um um – such a shame. Looked so vibrant when last we saw it as if it could go on forever. I talked to it not two weeks ago. Shaking heads – no words. Well what happened to it? Ahhhh…the magic question.

It laid there in that final case looking like nothing beat it up, stomped on it, threw it around, or treated it like nothing. It was beautiful, pristine, and excellent. Who would ever know the many bumps in its history leading to its ultimate demise? I mean, it looked just fine, but the heart stopped. Just like that – ceased to beat. Doesn’t seem real to put all that loveliness in the ground. Shaking heads – tragic.

I heard it tried to stay alive, but if one heart chamber is doing all the work of the others, sooner or later, it will give out. Is THAT what happened here? I don’t know, chile.

Another heard that when the condition got critical, a part of it tried to get help. Screamed for it even, but it was too late. It was so weak, it couldn’t be heard above the loud silence of indifference. Is THAT what happened here? Could be…

Each time it appeared to have new life, a piece of the heart chamber would decide to go pumping elsewhere with the promise of return. A heart with an irregular rhythm is just as much a hindrance as the one with only one chamber working. So it skipped a beat and collapsed? Is THAT what happened here? Just specualting, but it’s possible.

Well, it’s still a terrible tragedy when one of these comes to an untimely demise for seemingly no reason that couldn’t have been avoided. The hard working chamber  could have said, “Hey, I need your help. I can’t keep this alive without you.” Then there’s a choice – help and live or give out and die.

Welp, since we’ve all gathered at this here “sitting up,” the most educated guess is that the latter choice was made. Part of the poor thing was broken; another – hardened arteries (nothing new could come in), yet another didn’t get enough quality nutrients to keep it going so it quit.

We come to mourn a friendship or any relational unit that has gone on to parts unknown. It looked so much like a friendship should; only problem is it was completely empty. How sad and unfortunate when part of it did everything it knew how to keep life going, but sooner or later, the defibrillator had to be put up. Don’t call clear. Call the time of death.410

Putting the Period on That Sentence

The Capital Letter

Once upon a time, a sentence began it’s journey. It was filled with people, places, and actions. There was nothing one word wouldn’t do for the other. They had each other’s back. All the words knew their place and cared about the place of their fellow sentence mates. No dangling participles or misplaced modifiers. There was peace in the independent clause. All the parts were valued, respected, needed. They were at a high place – Capital Peak, we’ll call it. Then some letters from new words started mixing in and the sentence became unstable. The nouns had used up the adjectives, so there was no longer a need for them, so they got ignored. The adverbs had their way with the pronouns, so the challenge was over for them – pronouns dismissed. The sentence was getting fragmented. Misspellings spelled misunderstandings and none of the words were talking – just in a state of “be.”

The Comma

The poor comma, who was capital letter’s friend (so it began), was thrown all over the place – splicing left and right. It tried to bring peace and communicate that if it could just be heard, the rest of the sentence could come together. There was room for everyone, but the capital letter didn’t want any new words in ITS sentence. The same words it started with were the ONLY words it wanted to deal with. It tried out other fabulous synonyms, but they just crowded its space and hurt the overall sentence fluency, so the capital letter was leery of any newness – proven to be superb word choices or not.

All the comma wanted was its proper place in the sentence’s life. Why was the capital letter being so stubborn? All it had to do was expand the sentence into TWO clauses and allow its friend the conjunction to bring them together. Capital letter wasn’t having it. It didn’t want to open up to any word it didn’t know from previous pages it and its sentence mates had been in. Poor comma THOUGHT it had a place, but quickly comma learned it would never have a place in the capital letter’s sentence. The core sentence was all that was needed, so again, the comma was shut down and sent away rejected and defeated.

The sentence with its grand leader, capital letter, continued to be fragmented until it kicked out all the unnecessary junk (or perceived junk). Then it was back to its original, stale, lifeless clause, and capital letter was happy – for the moment. The grand leader started to miss comma, and decided to find it but comma had moved on to a new sentence.

The Period

Every time comma would try to express itself to capital letter, it would be dismissed and ignored. Time would pass and then capital letter would need comma to separate a list or parenthetical phrase, and normally, comma would jump right to it. There was nothing comma wouldn’t have done for capital letter, but this time comma finally understood its place and had to put an end to being misused and undervalued. If capital letter wanted some assistance, it would have to seek it elsewhere. Comma had had enough of capital letter treating it like it was no more than a quick curved line and not really needed for the sentence to make sense. All capital letter had to do was care because that’s all comma tried to do for it.

While comma truly missed the good times it had with capital letter, it was moving on to better sentences who would appreciate its connective spirit. It went on joining sentences all over the world. Comma felt great about itself. Occasionally, it would see capital letter and wish it well, but it let go of the burden of trying so hard to be something to capital that it could never be – connected. Comma’s time was up and it put a period on that sentence.

The Lesson Learned

In the above story, the comma got to a point where it could no longer allow capital letter to use it yet not give its presence any respect or value. Capital took comma for granted because anytime capital wanted something, comma ALWAYS did it. However, comma moved on, albeit hard, it’s what had to be done.

Not that everything you do for others needs to have massive recognition and fanfare, but it is nice when some appreciation is shown. We aren’t entitled to anyone’s benevolence, so be very careful that what was once genuine appreciation doesn’t turn into selfish expectation.

What is your misplaced modifier? Who are your dangling participles? What’s the run-on sentence in your life? PUT A PERIOD ON THAT SENTENCE!5e3112de99430c38321d92eb603506df