I am in love with the freedom of natural hair, protective styles that is prevalent in social media, mainstream media and the workforce. The message is clear, you can now be comfortable being the beautiful being that you are! Hooray!! Fading are the days where your intelligence and business acumen are judged in the halls of corporate America because you wear a twist out and not the tight IBM style bun in your hair. No more is it assumed that because you have lovely locks adorning your crown that you are rebellious or ubber-mega militant. FINALLY a freedom has been bestowed upon us! PERMISSION has been granted! YOLO! I’m doing me! Keeping it one-hunnert (I just saw my kids roll their eyes at the YOLO and 100 references….you’re welcome children!) Continue reading
Archive | July 2015
3 Prayers For A Loved One Battling Addiction
Turn to God in prayer to support a friend or family member trapped in an unhealthy lifestyle.
My brother is an alcoholic. For years, this reality has shattered my world. The brother who walked to school with me, played Battleship with me and pretended to be famous singers with me has become someone I often fear. Continue reading
I’m Sorry my Blessings Offend you
Today a friend and I were talking about how we (people) limit ourselves in living how we want, doing what we want and being what we want because we don’t want to offend others. I’m sorry my blessing offends you….
Bring the Noise Podcast!!
Very excited to be sharing this information with all of our entrepreneurs about this podcast that you can learn from that launched this week. Introducing Bring the Noise!! Bring The Noise is dedicated to helping entrepreneurs cultivate their side-hustle while still working a 9to5.
Let’s listen in (click the orange link below) and get to know them as we grow our businesses, educate ourselves and enhance our strategies, from Under our business Brims.
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Are You Priviledged?
Do you consider yourself to be privileged and how do you define or describe it? By privileged I don’t mean the “I wear all the name brands to maintain an appearance” – idea of privilegedness (yup made that one up) but the noun defined as “a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group of people.” Continue reading
Flying Vitamins??!!
I ducked as the amber medicine bottle whizzed past my head with such force the sound came after it had passed, like a jet fighter plane. I heard it find its unintended target as it shattered against the wall and vitamins scattered everywhere as if they were being shot out of the wall. OMG!! What if I didn’t duck!! He threw that right AT me! Wait….did that just happen? I stood numb….still…..dumb….in shock with a glimmer of hope that this was a bad dream that I would wake from. As I started thawing from the numbness, fear, shock and adrenaline all brewed together into a brew of deep dark anger….did that mutha just throw my prenatal vitamins at me? The question now becomes a bold declaration…I KNOW that mutha#$%&%^* didn’t just throw ANYTHING at me. One of us isn’t getting out of here Ta-DAY!
Fear is not Rational
My sister and I (like many others) are very afraid of needles….no don’t say ‘me too’ and nod your head in agreement unless you have tipped out of the doctors office and went AWOL when you found out there was blood to be drawn or a shot to be given. By the way, it is my experience that when you do tip out, you only can escape once because from that point forward your doctor makes sure you don’t get put in that examination room anymore.
Anyway, we know that the blood work is necessary and in a recent conversation she said something that stuck – fear is not rational (wouldn’t she be surprised to know that I listen…LOL).
Communion Cup Confusion
Preeeee-shusssss Lawd….take myyyyyy hannnnnd….leeeeead me onnnnn….let me stah-ha-hand….
The church drags on in unison as I peer out into the congregation from under the wide brim of my first-lady-has-to-be-big hat. My mind is racing like a paragraph with poor punctuation…. Is anyone really aware of the words that we are singing? Wait….is the usher chewing gum? I wish someone would pick that bible up off of the floor…why is my son under the pew….I sure hope I made enough copies of the flyer for next week, did we wish Sister Jenkins a Happy Birthday, she will certainly blame me if it’s not mentioned on the mike.
Whew I am sooo tired and it’s hot in here come on air conditioner get cold, thank God I was able to pay the electric bill yesterday ( had to pull over off of the highway to do it on the side of the road). Umphhh would we have issues today if the lights were off!!…huh? I just heard my name, my thoughts are interrupted as I hear the pastor announcing that I was working on some event flyer for something that I knew nothing about….pause….paste a smile on your face and nod your big hat in agreement (these are the instructions I give myself in my head)…*Sigh* Something else to do….Jesus it never ends!
Look at this mess going on in God’s house, communion Sunday and no supplies. Last month the ushers knew that all
the cups were used, so wait until this Sunday to mention it. These people wouldn’t pee on me if I was on fire but always have a big old smile for ‘paaaaassssstor’. Look at him acting like it’s OK that we don’t have these supplies….all full of grace and asking ever so sweetly that they make sure that the communion supplies are here next week. Ain’t this some mess? I dare not say anything about communion Sunday and no cups because then I get told how I have to have grace and mercy. Next will come the grumblings from a handful of members that sing the same old ‘she tries to take over everything’ song. Oh yeah….she being she-me-her. Pul-eeze! I don’t have enough to do with a full time job, children, a non-profit, church business, ministry work aaannndd a home to take care of. I can’t address it, but I sure will be the one at the church supply store getting them dang cups just in case…..
So I know you are wondering what happened. Yup, while taking care of my family, working a full time job, working in ministry with my own calling and burdens, spending time with my children, grocery shopping…I stopped, just in case, at the church supply store. Sunday morning, the usher didn’t come to church AT ALL. No communion cups, no phone call….nothing. Hmph, Pastor Grace and Mercy would have been really looking dumb after announcing last Sunday that THIS Sunday we will have communion – had ‘she’ (she being she-me-her) not gone to the store pulled three wrinkled dollars outta my purse and bought those stupid cups.
No one in the congregation knew the details, nor do I think they cared about the communion supplies, how they got there or who paid for them. But from under my brim as I peered out into the congregation, I could see that everyone was at ease because order was restored for (especially for those who need that scheduled communion on 1st Sunday). I chastise myself, remember that I didn’t do anything without the awesome help of God and the sacrifice for MY sin was far greater than buying some plastic cups.
The point is that very few understands the responsibilities, the inner conflicts, the unwarranted judgement and hard work that comes with the “First Lady” title. As you pray for your pastor lift her up too. Take a moment and view the church as she sees it while peering out from Under her Brim.
Under Her Brim 