Tag: #bethevoice
Psalm 136
1. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever.
2. Give thanks to the God of gods. His love endures forever.
3. Give thanks to the Lord of lords: His love endures forever.
4. To him who alone does great wonders. His love endures forever.
5. Who by his understanding made the heavens. His love endures forever.
6. Who spread out the earth upon the waters. His love endures forever.
7. Who made the great lights. His love endures forever.
8. The sun to govern the day. His love endures forever.
9. The moon and stars to govern the night. His love endures forever.
10. To him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt. His love endures forever.
11. And brought Israel out from among them. His love endures forever.
12. With a mighty hand and outstretched arm. His love endures forever.
13. To him who divided the Red Sea asunder. His love endures forever.
14. And brought Israel into the midst of it. His love endures forever.
15. But swept Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea. His love endures forever.
16. To him who led his people through the desert. His love endures forever.
17. Who struck down great kings. His love endures forever.
18. And killed mighty kings. His love endures forever.
19. Sihon king of the Amorites. His love endures forever.
20. And Of king of Bashan. His love endures forever.
21. And gave their land as an inheritance. His love endures forever.
22. An inheritance to his servant Israel. His love endures forever.
23. To the One who remembered us in our low estate. His love endures forever.
24. And freed us from our enemies. His love endures forever.
25. And who gives food to every creature. His love endures forever.
26. Give thanks to the God of heaven. His love endures forever.
“Tell Me A Story.”
Long ago, in our childhood, my younger sister would say this to me as we tried to fall asleep at night. Our life behind closed doors was far from the perfect family facade we were coerced into living for an abusive father.
My sister died on July 17, 1995. She had been in a coma since her car lost control in a curve in the early morning hours of July 15, 1984. Not wearing her seatbelt, she was thrown from her car and her head hit a utility pole.
I saw her there, in ICU, my beautiful golden haired, blue-eyed sister. From birth to graduation, people called her “Doll.” Beautiful inside and out, smart and funny. Now she lies in her bed, fingernails and toenails perfectly polished.
She’s on life support, the front side of her hair shaved and the stitches mark the place where they removed part of her skull as her brain swelled. One cut on her chin that didn’t even require stitches is her only other injury.
“Tell Me A Story.” I hear her say this to me in a whisper all these decades later. My pen now whispers across pages, notebooks filled with pages of all the words. So, though I haven’t been able to do her justice, I will not give up.
Dearest of sisters, my Sidekick through life, I haven’t given up, I’ve only been side-tracked by that man we used to call Daddy. He’s proven his worthlessness and I delete him for his depravity.
I remember how we huddled together, laughing silently as I told you stories making the real monster raging in another room into a comical coward, one we could blow away when we synchronized our breath.
Caught in the Web
I took this picture of rain droplets caught in a spider web, but Rico Mack was caught in the World Wide Web.
Oh, he likes people to see his facade, the public perfect family persona, he only has a problem with me, his oldest kid, Khaki Mack. I am part of the(fictional) public, so what he chooses to make public includes me. I know too much and he can’t control me with fear, or threats, or lies, or lawsuits.
Finally, I see the finish line and I run across it, beating him with truth. He is a bad liar and a sore loser, and me? I’m ready for a new race, a new story. Tired of the same track and the same loser trying to beat me.
When this is over, my blog might take shape and maybe I’ll sleep. Maybe I’ll finally be free of his life of lies.
Code Name? Spaghetti! 😋
Undercover. Flying Monkey. Dispatched by my brother, I happily help him wreak havoc with the woman I’ve been jealous of since Thibodaux High 1960’s.
Feeling pretty confident. We’ve gotten away with it since 1984. I’m in my 80’s now. Sooo…yeah. I think I’ve been an awesome Flying Monkey!
Please Understand
You never know what experiences might be in someone’s past, but whatever it is doesn’t have to control their future.
It All Depends on How You Look at It.
Dear Hubby,
I’ll take one of each. Please. And thank you. ❣👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇🥰
Dream Job? Writers Wanted! Your “voice” is unique. Use it or lose it. I am a Warrior Woman, a Write Fighter.
Thank You for Following!
Writing is my preferred method of communication, giving me time to think before I speak. Today I write to 37 other bloggers following me. I have tried to interact with each of you on some level, yet there are a few I can’t reach for varied reasons.
2021. I resolved to deactivate a Twitter account with 3500+ followers; starting again from scratch. I haven’t tweeted much on my new profile, and the same is true for Facebook.(Update July 5, 2021. I deleted Facebook and uninstalled the app on my phone.) This blog is my choice to stay “socially connected”, and I haven’t been consistent, but real world events are happening in real time that keep me busy. Yes, I will write about them, but for today, I just want to thank all 36 of you.
We all have our unique niche and I’m happy to be writing. Writing can be our escape, our sanity saver, a dream and/or a nightmare. Creating worlds with words. I love it.
There is only One Way to succeed…Do not give up on your dream. Stop trash talking yourself, your talent. All Way sign? You can take yourself anywhere in writing. Have words and get ready for a wild and glorious ride with imagination your guide. ♥️✍
Quotes to Write By
I am his daughter, Khawaga Kid; Write Fighter. I chronicle the days of our lives and the poison of his lies. Out of alibis, caught by the world wide web.
Khawaga Kid 