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The Thing About Friends

Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.” – Muhammad Ali

Finding friends that stick with you through the good, the bad, and the ugly is a rare and precious thing.  The ones that stand by you in the midst of the storm, and the ones that find you in the middle of the storm, providing you with some much-needed shelter, are the ones you need to hold on to. (Tightly, with both hands, and never let go of!)

I thank God everyday for putting people in my life, who don’t necessarily ask questions but provide an ear, who hold their hands out to grab mine, and pull me out of the quicksand.  For the people who have been praying for me non stop.  Who have shown me unconditional love, kindness and encouragement just because! (Do you know how hard that is to come by?  I do.) I have fallen short in the friend department because of my own issues and/or problems.  I shut folks out and retreated into myself.  But thank God for God, because he knows what I need and he knows when I need it!

He sent people my way who refused to give up on me!  Who knew that a war was being waged against  me, and found a way to make my life easier even if it is was just for moment!  Who showed up out of nowhere with cupcakes and pizza (and maybe even some wine!) because they knew I was having a bad day!  Who talk to me, and with me about any and everything.  Who love my kids (and y’all that right there is a lot!)  Who called me up and promised to ride with me if things get to sticky!  Who offered bail money and jail visits if I were to get locked up. (Just kidding, but not really)  Who text me in the middle of the night to make sure I am okay.  Who laugh with me, and at me when things got to rough, easing the tension.  Who talked me off of the ledge, when I was this close to jumping. (or jumping on someone either way they stopped me!)

Making friends has never been easy for me. The friends I had, I have had for a lifetime. I stopped trying with them, because I was tired of opening up to people and not getting anything back in return.  I know now, that real friendships, the ones that last past a lifetime don’t always require a physical give and take.  What is actually required is the ability to open yourself up to the possibility of something new.  When you do, you end up with an abundance of love from a variety of people who you could have never imagined!  Play dates for the kids, some grown up conversation, family dinners and outings, and wouldn’t you know it, some amazing friends!

Just by saying yes, I have more people to talk to (THANK YOU, SWEET BABY JESUS!) I have people to hang out with, I have people in my life that are funny, interesting and add to my life.  I was in desperate need of life-preserver, and God saw fit to send some amazing people my way.  Friends.  They come in all forms.  And I am grateful for them. (Y’all have no idea how I have been saved!)

So, the thing about friends is that you invite a lot of people into your life, some leave early, some stay all night, some laugh with you, some laugh at you, and some show up really late.  But in the end, after the party has ended, there are a few who stay to help you clean up the mess. (or at least offer)  And most of the time, they aren’t even the ones who made the mess.  These people are your real friends in life.  They are the ones who matter most.

And I thank God for them EVERYDAY!

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21 Days!

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I have a very bad habit of trying to do things on my own.  Of thinking that my way is better than God’s way.  That it was okay to kinda of put my trust in God, and then try to figure the rest out on my own. Well folks, I have learned that without complete faith in Christ, I am nothing. That I can’t use God as my safety net in times of trouble, but that I actually have to trust in him at all times.

They say it takes 21 days to form new habits.

To show me that there was nobody greater than him, God had to put me through the paces.  People when I say the past month has literally been hell, I speak truth!  There is really no other way to describe it.  I thought I had reached rock bottom, but I found out there is always a new low when you don’t believe, when you put you before him, when you don’t give it all over to Christ, and put you and your family in his hands. Now don’t get me wrong, I never stopped believing and trusting in Christ, but I had pushed him to the perimeter of my life.  I stopped depending on him, and focusing on him and what he had in store for my life.  I became complacent and comfortable in the spot that I was in, thinking we had made it through the storm. Yes, it was rocky, but the boat didn’t tip, we didn’t sink so obviously we were okay.  I believed that we could handle things on our own, that nobody needed to know what we were going through.  Things were spinning out of control, but I couldn’t see it. I could not see that we needed help. Because asking for help meant that you had failed.  So in typically Jacquie behavior, I shut down and in the process I shut people out.  I kept the people who meant the most to me in the dark, not wanting them to judge me, forgetting that they were actually on my side.

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit!

It took hitting the other side of that rock to realize that not only is My God a good outstanding and amazing type of God, but my family is my solid rock and my foundation, that my friends, the ones that have stood by me and shown me what real friendship is, are completely amazing. That my enemies, come in all shapes and sizes, and they are now my footstools. That Satan will keep throwing mess at me and my family but, in return for my faith HE will NEVER leave me alone, that even in my darkest moment, HE is the light at the end of each hallway, framing the doors, opening my heart to what’s in store for me.

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit.

It has taken a world of hurt and disappointment to show me that my family is strong enough to withstand anything life throws at us, if we stay focused on what God has for us. That we have to have each others back.  That having money helps, but it is not going to fix all of my problems.  That if you don’t actually deal with your issues they will keep coming back, and they will keep knocking you down.  That people are going to come into your life and try to destroy you, but just as quickly as they come they will definitely go!  That not everybody is your friend, or has your best interest at heart.  That he will show you who you need in your life!  That everything is not for me and mine and that what mattered the most was right in front of me all along.  That life is hard, but it is a whole lot harder without HIM!

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit.

So I making some changes in my life!  I bringing some new habits into my life.  Praise, gratefulness, prayer, and thankfulness just to name a few.  I am praising God for keeping me, grateful to God for blessing me, praying to God everyday to guide me and remove what is wrong from my life, and thanking God for saving me.  For providing me with new opportunities, for giving me a chance to follow my dreams.  For showing me that I am not in this thing called life alone!

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit!

Out of Sorts

Lately I have been out of sorts. Down in the dumps. Wallowing in self-pity. Crying over spilled milk (literally).  Fighting mad. overwhelmed and underappreciated.  Angry for no reason.  And running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Which makes me look like a lunatic.

My anthem for the past weeks, no months has been f**k the world, don’t ask me for ish! (but only in my head…..cause I do realize the inappropriateness of saying that to my kids).

Nothing  is going right and I have had no desire to do anything expect lie in bed and eat my way through everything.(chocolate filled Oreos have been my source of comfort) I snap at everything and everyone ( even my little babies…..sometimes they snap back….totally my fault)

All I want to do is sleep, but I can’t. So I lay awake at night with my mind racing in a million different directions. I feel like i have no control over anything in my life.  Everything  has been irritating which in turns make irritable. Which makes me snap, which makes me sad and weepy, which makes me look like a lunatic.

I have not been able to write anything because everything comes out sounding like I’m a lunatic. Which might not be far from the truth since I’m feeling kind of crazed. My poor babies, I have been short with them. I never want to hear the never-ending stories but lately it seems if they even breathe wrong mama goes off! (which they so don’t care about because they keep right on talking)!

I have missed a month of Sundays so my soul has been in need of a refill.  I have not been taking care of me at all. I have been just getting by. No exercise, no communicating effectively.  Which is clearly not working, because I have been behaving like a lunatic.  There is a theme here and it is me feeling out-of-place and sad and me behaving like a lunatic!  Something has got to give, quick fast in a hurry before I slip off of the side of the mountain and I can’t find my way back to my happy place!

Something has got to change!

So I ended my self-imposed ban on going to church (there really was no reason for me not to go except for straight up laziness) and got my heart back in the right place. (shouts out to Main Baptist Church where Christ is the Main thing!) And last Monday after I dropped the babies off at school, despite my mind and my body telling me to head straight to my house where I could find  nearest bag of Lays Potato Chips chased with a Dove Chocolate Bar AND some Hawaiian Punch. I went to the gym and I completed by first day of week three for the Couch to 5k. My body protested every step of the way and I had to stop more than once because my legs were in complete protest and were doing their very best to stop me. I finished and for the first time in a very, very long time I felt better. (It didn’t even bother me that there were people 3x my age lapping me and stopping to ask if I was okay!)

Now I am the first to admit that it takes me two weeks to finish one (especially when I don’t have the proper footwear) but I will not stop.  I have to do better for me. I refuse to spend the rest of my days unhappy with me, and then disappointed that I never did anything about.

I want to be happy….no I  need to be happy. I have kids to raise, a husband to love, and a family that extends far and wide that needs my special kind of love and happiness! (they all know that they would be so lost without me!)

The Difference Between Boys & Girls (Praying)

Every morning on the way to school, I pray with my kids. I give them each an opportunity to pray and then I close before we get to school.  Since there is no correct way to pray, I let them speak from the heart with very little guidance.  (Yeah, that is not really going to work anymore.) I don’t want to stop them from expressing themselves, but I think I need to offer them some guidelines and perhaps a time limit on each prayer. (Nothing is ever easy with these two!)

Now Jada loves to pray, I mean LOVES to pray. She is eloquent, long-winded and very specific about what and who she is praying for.  She prays for everybody and their mama. (and their mama’s mama!)  Plus the birds and the bees, the trees and the grass so that it can grow longer, the sky so that it can stay blue, and for the people walking on the street, for the car driving in the other direction, for the different colors in the rainbow, and so on and so forth and, I think you get the picture!  She is never-ending people, never-ending.  The trip from our house to the school is 7 minutes at the most, and sometimes I have to cut in and tell her to wrap it up, which essentially throws her off of her game, then she loses her place and has to start ALL THE WAY OVER from the beginning. The whole time Jada is praying her brother is conveniently humming or yelling (that is his favorite) and trying to pray over her, which in turn cause her to fuss and lose her place and have to start ALL OVER AGAIN(While I bang my head against the headrest and pray for the ride to end!)

Jason on the other hand is more of a bargaining type of prayer! He prays for his special treat and not to get his bear moved cause then he won’t get his special treat, and then he prays that he does not yell, roll on the floor, scream or run his hand down the wall at school (all things he has done or will do at school) because if any of that happens he won’t get his special treat. Then he prays that his friends won’t get him in trouble because…..he won’t get his special treat. And he has to pray for his birthday, EVERY SINGLE DAY. He prays for his birthday party, that he will get presents, and that Grandma won’t throw out his birthday cake. (His birthday was in April people, and yes he is still praying for it) and he ends every prayer with, Ok God you hear me? Alright God let’s have a good day! (While I bang my head against the headrest and pray for the ride to end!)

I would not make it without these two, they crack me up!

Peace out homies, I’m gonna go pray!

ME!

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