Celebrate Life

Today, I celebrate my 50th Birthday!image

In spite of the ups and downs in my life, nothing was strong enough to stop what God ordained – this day!

This past Saturday, I celebrated with family and friends and we had a freaking BLAST!  I’m still a bit sore from all of the dipping it as low as I could go moves (lol), and from posing for the many photos of the night.  I cannot believe that my husband shared with everyone that I laugh out loud in my sleep! I can’t help but to love that man, but he had to get the side eye on that one. Yes, it was a Night in Paris theme party and I don’t know if they do the soul train line in Paris, but for that night, we had it wrapping around the tables. Oh yeah, it’s a family tradition at every event that the nieces battle the aunties in a dance off, and if you don’t know, now you do because we took them down, as usual.  Age ain’t nothing but a number (hehe haha)!!

Well, I just wanted to stop by and encourage you to celebrate your life.  Not just on your birthday, but EVERY day.  Life is ordained to teach us lessons along the way on our path to freedom.  Yes, it gets rough and bumpy, but God has blessed you to WIN! So, go ahead and LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE IT”S GOLDEN, because it is.

– Renee

Be Careful What You Ask For!

Rather you want to admit it or not, just about everyone has seen the clips of MiMi Faust and Nikko Smith’s sex tape!

imageI was on social media the other day and saw a video of MiMi on a rampage about keeping our opinions to ourselves because only God can judge her. Well, the truth is, only God can judge us when it comes to our salvation. But, we are the ones who judge one another while here on earth. We should not judge one another in condemnation, but we do judge. You don’t believe me? Go out and commit a crime and tell the law, “only God can you me.” Honey please, let’s see where that gets you. We say that when we want to feel better about the decisions we’ve made, especially when the majority are against that decision.

Mimi from the reality tv show, Love and Hip Hop Atlanta has made the decision to share her shower rod moves with the world and has now gone on the defense about that decision. Mind you, only after she has been tagged as, “desperate.” Yes, I watch the show and I must admit, she is the one I’ve been cheering for to win. I mean, how many of us women can’t relate to her plight. Being in love with a man that won’t do right by us. I’m just sad she made the decision to jump from the pot into the frying pan.

MiMi stands in desperate need for someone to fix her life. There’s nothing wrong with getting help along the way Butterflies! I’m sure she got paid real good for that shower rod act and she’ll be laughing all the way to the bank. But, at some point, the bank is going to close and the reality of this decision is going to sit in. She will have to look herself and her daughter in the face, and she will have to give an account for her actions. I’m still cheering for her and praying for the day when she will make the decision to F.L.Y. (First Love Yourself).

I’ll leave you all with this; there is nothing wrong with pleasing your man, but don’t be so quick to share it with others, they may want a piece of the action.

#AskRenee

Life in the Spotlight!

Anybody who knows me knows that I am a HUGE fan of American contemporary gospel duo Mary Mary. Heck, I even wrote in my book, Let Go and Let God, how their song, Shackles was a favorite of mine during a particularly happy part of my life. So, it should be no surprise that I am a fan of their  Mary Mary Reality TV Show.

In the past couple of weeks, I have watched in shock, yes, I mean eyes as wide as saucers and my jaw to the floor, as Tina has had to endure blow after blow of lies, deceit, and downright scandalous revelations from her husband. I stand in solidarity with Tina Campbell during this, painful and embarrassing time. To add insult to injury, she has to deal with a private matter in the public eyes.  light

I can remember a time in a relationship when I had to deal with this very thing.  I was faithful to him. I was true to him. I did everything I could to be ALL the woman he needed, and yet, he stepped out of our relationship. The blow was devastating!  Friends were telling me about how they were seeing him out in public places with another woman, but with my rose colored glasses, I couldn’t see it.  He didn’t change much of his routine, so I thought there was no truth to it.  Whenever I confronted him about it, of course, he denied it!  It wasn’t until he stopped making love to me that I started to see what others had been telling me.  I figured at that point, something had to be wrong.

Here it was, I was walking around bragging and glowing about a love that no longer existed.  Out on my own, and all alone, I had to explain to family and friends that he had been untrue to our relationship.  Of course, they asked “what happened?”, and I had to look them in their faces and admit, he cheated on me. My perfect relationship wasn’t so perfect after all. Even after all that embarrassment, I was still willing to forgive him and stay in that relationship.  But, I couldn’t let go of the deceit and embarrassment and I found myself becoming that girl.  I was jealous, suspicious, angry, and I knew our relationship would not survive. Eventually, we decided to part ways.

I said all that to say,  life happens to all of us, and we all have our own troubles to deal with.  It’s not always easy to do so, especially when you have to deal with personal struggles while others are watching.  Many of them have their opinion to add, while others use it as an opportunity to point their fingers and laugh. But, sometimes you have to block others out and make the best decision for you.

“Sometimes the things we can’t change end up changing us!”  Unknown

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And The Beat Goes On!

Hey Butterflies!

Today is still an important day in my life.  Twenty-two years ago, God blessed me with a son.  There he was, over 7lbs and 19″,  eyes so big they could scan a room in seconds.

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imageBlackyTrevin was definitely a, “Mama’s boy.” Family use to say, “Boy, get off of mama and leave her alone!” He was either sitting under me, or lying on my shoulder.  I didn’t mind, he was my baby.  I had to tell him at least three times a day that I loved him, or he aggravated the heck out of me.

You see, he was murdered in 2011 in a drive-by shooting. Since then, times have been rough and a bit unbearable to stand on my own. Everyday, I force myself to let go and let God heal me from this pain.  The pain of over-whelming sadness. The pain of finding myself so deep in depression that it’s hard to find the light of life that once shined so brightly within me, it lit the way for others.  I find  myself sitting in a room and questioning if the walls are closing in on me, or is it just my imagination running away with me. The guilt of smiling and enjoying life. One minute I’m, “Ms. Happy Go Lucky,” and the next I’m allowing tears to flow down my face because it feels better than the pain of guilt. The pain of being angry with God for allowing such tragedy to happen.  There are times I trust God to heal me, but there are also times I find myself praying for Him to forgive me for my unbelief.

The most comforting thing in this tragedy is that I made the decision to donate his organs.  Of course, I would much rather have him here.  But, at least I know his death was not in vain.  Through his organ donation, many others  live on and have a fighting chance to live out their purpose.  Now I know, his purpose was greater than my pain.  The beat goes on, not only for the recipients of his organs, but for a mother which once lost hope.

In the end, I thank God for the twenty-two years with my son.

Renee