tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82715126913801927502024-03-13T14:04:37.709-07:00I Will LiveIn 2001 I was diagnosed with HIV which I contracted from my ex-husband who knowingly infected me. In 2004,I turned all of my cares and burdens over to the Lord and that is when I felt in my spirit "I WILL LIVE AND NOT DIE".HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-88024003232418710272014-01-18T20:59:00.001-08:002014-01-18T21:00:19.131-08:00Listening to my soulI watched a movie tonight that touched me in many ways. Here are some words which spoke to my soul and made me listen...<div><br></div><div>'<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">If where you are in life doesn't feel right in your heart and if what's in your heart doesn't feel right in your life, you have to make yourself heard after you hear yourself. That wasn't taught to me,the women in my life never spoke the things that were in their heart. Maybe they never spoke it bc they were scared of where their lives would be if they were alone...sometimes we focus too much on how we'll be seen and judged and if we don't have people in our lives who won't harm us bc of the hate they have in themselves then life is pretty miserable and who wants to lead a miserable life. So I told myself before you write another word find out who you are so this sort of thing never happens again. I think that if you are to be very true to yourself and listen...really listen to the things you never say you won't have to be in this room or in a prison cell or in the jail of your own fears writing when the truth is waiting on you to just speak it...but you have to just listen. You have to be quiet and listen not to the garbage that everybody puts in your soul the things you fight everyday just to make yourself feel worthy of walking this earth...You have to listen to your spirit.. listen to your soul.' ( From the movie Things Never Said) </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72m70ZXNoDyAsiIa0flavcgMgx_w4IRwWx2w57ArsVeHMWTeZeCWJLlo-0d5s1SKmpvFOPCoYGHOAO3I8wluX8YIMV9-C6vBkHHzwD0z97URjpqHB0HUjckXG-RlyLI69p78_kOgO4bB6/s640/blogger-image-1472132694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72m70ZXNoDyAsiIa0flavcgMgx_w4IRwWx2w57ArsVeHMWTeZeCWJLlo-0d5s1SKmpvFOPCoYGHOAO3I8wluX8YIMV9-C6vBkHHzwD0z97URjpqHB0HUjckXG-RlyLI69p78_kOgO4bB6/s640/blogger-image-1472132694.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-58809991530056838912014-01-07T18:25:00.001-08:002014-01-07T18:31:10.239-08:00Empty....FullThere are times that I feel so empty that I can hear an echo inside my heart and soul. There are times that I feel so full that I can't help but to share what I was not able to consume. There are times that I feel full and empty at the same time to the point that I just feel....empty. During those times I desire for the thing or things that will fill me to capacity that there is no room for emptiness but instead happiness, gratefullness, love and completeness. I long for that touch that hug that reassurance that everything will be ok. I long for it more than the feeling of emptiness that I may be feeling at that time, I long for it so much that the longing out weighs the emptiness and then I smile at the fulfillment of feeling....full. <div><br></div><div>Empty:<br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdydUM6L0SjdT5178raoicaQPI_ntm_G6SDFGlXXet-CP26QGuoLnQbsw0skNYxHWbunwx8AcHEQgNuq8xnaD0SEQqwqi30pGH06lNhkwYvzdszCW8KKO_toVxlMpMJ_Gti5hlmgC7CVGX/s640/blogger-image--1176062125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdydUM6L0SjdT5178raoicaQPI_ntm_G6SDFGlXXet-CP26QGuoLnQbsw0skNYxHWbunwx8AcHEQgNuq8xnaD0SEQqwqi30pGH06lNhkwYvzdszCW8KKO_toVxlMpMJ_Gti5hlmgC7CVGX/s640/blogger-image--1176062125.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEL0TW4Tz7XwHiKh7U-5HtgxjcxpFgMec1pR-6wwJwJq3pzpeYPonBdQK7vvyRl3XM6CRLtCHQ_5jL-Dg_TRK5SCy49uw3hu6oUtmkG5iQ-LPyCB7fRo2PFCwpLKvcVDsc6N-HdMTTW39/s640/blogger-image-1022884067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEL0TW4Tz7XwHiKh7U-5HtgxjcxpFgMec1pR-6wwJwJq3pzpeYPonBdQK7vvyRl3XM6CRLtCHQ_5jL-Dg_TRK5SCy49uw3hu6oUtmkG5iQ-LPyCB7fRo2PFCwpLKvcVDsc6N-HdMTTW39/s640/blogger-image-1022884067.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Full:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc43R5iivfSnPlLrputJQcoGrckXOgLbhXP3WHAYePFSgyFG2WlMhueeOkJN1NsbevlKBqSfCyyOOdjFxVvE21_Vr6ERHxLN2PMM3PUtAI00J5ObQB4AC2Hkt3uOC9OGDAMio_dEgp-WY/s640/blogger-image--958567374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc43R5iivfSnPlLrputJQcoGrckXOgLbhXP3WHAYePFSgyFG2WlMhueeOkJN1NsbevlKBqSfCyyOOdjFxVvE21_Vr6ERHxLN2PMM3PUtAI00J5ObQB4AC2Hkt3uOC9OGDAMio_dEgp-WY/s640/blogger-image--958567374.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Fulfillment:</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmV6u1Qdx7pLE5WmO43MO6Y5cf8PMBlbJ_LYyWu9PR32YyLlK9mNbK8TfbTO7BrtoZMfRONj5HGvfnFuq_SD2U-LtBzmJsOKtiqYZKt12wUKTHux0bGj3x_abDaZb5YiEUgyj5CnWpCaY/s640/blogger-image-1510948029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmV6u1Qdx7pLE5WmO43MO6Y5cf8PMBlbJ_LYyWu9PR32YyLlK9mNbK8TfbTO7BrtoZMfRONj5HGvfnFuq_SD2U-LtBzmJsOKtiqYZKt12wUKTHux0bGj3x_abDaZb5YiEUgyj5CnWpCaY/s640/blogger-image-1510948029.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-15647559158626194322013-12-25T21:18:00.001-08:002013-12-25T21:31:40.197-08:00A letter to a young meYou were born into a love that did not last. Three years later 'he' comes along, 'he' seems nice because 'he' always gave you money, then what seemed nice and shiny became dark and wicked. You watched abuse until it became the norm in your eyes. You watched domination until it was instilled in your bones. You heard belittling until you believed with all of your heart that it was love. You were told you were black and ugly so much that you really believed you were not part of the family because you were dark skinned and everyone else was lightskinned. You were ashamed of your body because it developed quickly so you covered it as you grew into a young woman. You held your head down because it was too heavy to hold up due to the shame, low self esteem and sadness that surrounded your brain. <div><br></div><div>Then one day you heard Him say that you were beautiful. You heard Him say that you were priceless and unique. You heard Him say that He was love and He even showed you by cradling you in His arms. You heard Him say that you were fearfully and wonderfully made. You heard Him say these words...'I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans for a hope and a future.' You heard Him say, ' little one you are My Favorite...I will never leave you nor foresake you.' At that moment you became beautiful, loved, adored, cared for, confident and important...you became a WOMAN! <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xiuRdDFS6W4DF-RuRW6IBpLVn14NeutcZ6Kdj3cVYbIfsN7FUxCK7zjQ69fXZpWYjF0jEO5-cU8wDfCrFcwHQ5s-pZoAkRpqPyfp5ldWmzNSCCbqCUZi5P2gwGSXqoNXhyphenhyphenvw2Xwafaft/s640/blogger-image--1267752296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xiuRdDFS6W4DF-RuRW6IBpLVn14NeutcZ6Kdj3cVYbIfsN7FUxCK7zjQ69fXZpWYjF0jEO5-cU8wDfCrFcwHQ5s-pZoAkRpqPyfp5ldWmzNSCCbqCUZi5P2gwGSXqoNXhyphenhyphenvw2Xwafaft/s640/blogger-image--1267752296.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYMvSbzq4dNMyqiIxVrpVDSfBHeRe7yWwzXGKul7cSrZO0vQiaERkSDBFYkoGzkcAEHBvnmp5IbIYbK2cEP9lRT1pGKF5CTzMfZR46Y0wzhZ-iKMbl5ENS7Y936XA22F1re7Jnqf7UIID/s640/blogger-image--515112693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYMvSbzq4dNMyqiIxVrpVDSfBHeRe7yWwzXGKul7cSrZO0vQiaERkSDBFYkoGzkcAEHBvnmp5IbIYbK2cEP9lRT1pGKF5CTzMfZR46Y0wzhZ-iKMbl5ENS7Y936XA22F1re7Jnqf7UIID/s640/blogger-image--515112693.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-8508583748091637282013-10-15T08:54:00.000-07:002013-10-15T08:54:19.769-07:00God Will Cause Your Gift to Promote You! God Will Cause Your Gift to Promote You! by Pastor Joseph Prince<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" style="color: #3d2e54; font-family: camingodos-web,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase;">Proverbs 17:8</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" style="color: #3d2e54; font-family: camingodos-web,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic;">A present is a precious stone in the eyes of its possessor; wherever he turns, he prospers.</a><br />
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When we see something moldy, we throw it away. But when Alexander
Fleming saw his culture dishes contaminated with mold, he discovered
penicillin. You see, he had a gift which prospered him.</td></tr>
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Joseph, a Hebrew slave in Egypt, had nothing except his gift of
interpreting dreams. But look at what that gift did for him. It
prospered him. He interpreted Pharaoh’s dream and became the most
powerful man in Egypt after Pharaoh. (Genesis 41)</td></tr>
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“But Pastor Prince, what if I don’t have any gift?”</td></tr>
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My friend, don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t have any gift. God
has given each person a gift which can open doors of opportunities and
bring in great blessings.</td></tr>
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Maybe you are just not aware of that gift you have inside you, or
perhaps it has profited you nothing thus far as you have not found out
how best to use it. You need to take your gift and ask God for wisdom to
cultivate it until it becomes such a powerful tool or “precious stone”
that wherever you turn, you prosper.</td></tr>
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This was the case with a church brother who was tremendously gifted in
the creative arts. For a long time, he lacked the confidence and
boldness to leave the security of his police job and step out on his
own. But when he began to seek God’s wisdom for his situation, God gave
him boldness to leave his job and go back to school to pursue the
creative arts. In school, he prospered, becoming one of its top students
and impressing the principal so much with his creative gift that he was
offered a teaching position in the school even before he graduated.</td></tr>
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<tr style="border: none;"><td> Now, please don’t go and quit your job after reading this. What you
should do is ask God for wisdom regarding your gift. For when the wisdom
of God is added to your gift, that gift becomes “a precious stone in
the eyes of its possessor; wherever he turns, he prospers”.Pastor Joseph Prince <img height="552" id="irc_mi" src="http://101doves.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Dove-doves-32938347-1600-12001.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="736" /></td><td>t</td></tr>
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HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-65816438915112995682013-09-14T22:11:00.001-07:002013-09-14T22:11:08.875-07:00Love ALWAYS finds love<span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">You cannot rush love...</span><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">It is fabulous when it comes natural...</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">You can never force anyone or anything to love you....</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">If it is meant to be the love will naturally flow to and through you....</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Be patient...</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Continue to love others...</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Keep your heart open to receive everything that you're entitled to...</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Love ALWAYS finds love ❤</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmgf1xJy_GpM-I1GJfZ5xtleTsot4LHlH57ugRMaiekaPPfsRcT1Fb6so_Oc-ZHe71naY1xWU12IAqjahJ6WnBl6bIjPjgZu5sRkMeAu8B8ZjYYOMVoWVizi1F4shKSR-b0_6lSHz2syu/s640/blogger-image--1235566761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmgf1xJy_GpM-I1GJfZ5xtleTsot4LHlH57ugRMaiekaPPfsRcT1Fb6so_Oc-ZHe71naY1xWU12IAqjahJ6WnBl6bIjPjgZu5sRkMeAu8B8ZjYYOMVoWVizi1F4shKSR-b0_6lSHz2syu/s640/blogger-image--1235566761.jpg"></a></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-77265131128013844392013-06-29T23:10:00.001-07:002013-06-29T23:10:17.373-07:00God hearsLately there has been something really troubling my heart and normally when I blog I share everything...not this time. I will not go into details but I will say that people and situations make me a stronger, more confident and whole woman who will not settle for less. People who are nurturers at heart and have so much love to give tend to get off track from their own selves while encouraging others. We are selfless beings who want to make everything better that seems to be a mess, we even forget that we are NOT GOD!! We get so involved in other's feelings and well being that we allow them to drain life and happiness from us until we are feeling alone and empty. I felt myself getting there so I got with my Daddy and He reminded me to REST and WAIT on Him!! I really had to repent because I truly forgot my place!! No more!! Now that I recognize my own self inflicted error, I will continue to walk in love toward others who may not be on the same page that I am on and take care of me in the process...without apology. Life is too short to not be happy and you cannot expect someone else to fill any void you have. You have to uplift yourself, make yourself happy by doing things that appeal to you and love who you are knowing that in the end the love and compassion you have for others will be appreciated by others who understand true love and compassion. Stand tall woman or man of God and know your worth!! Fall in love with yourself and do not depend on others, expect others to do what you think they should do to appease you and stop trying to change people for self gratification! God hears God sees and God knows!! If you let Him He will deliver!! <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iTGUkhim0JyIBrxKZoQSWMr1t3jvEGEe0cqS9cn23IbPd-0esDpmPgfh6RyZUxg3ORb8zFgVJErKj80Hbsymy0Xp7Te8YS-bPLSjrrp5lTjO-KRQX4NZlge9dC0sH9cViFnEJMHhDgOs/s640/blogger-image--698237285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iTGUkhim0JyIBrxKZoQSWMr1t3jvEGEe0cqS9cn23IbPd-0esDpmPgfh6RyZUxg3ORb8zFgVJErKj80Hbsymy0Xp7Te8YS-bPLSjrrp5lTjO-KRQX4NZlge9dC0sH9cViFnEJMHhDgOs/s640/blogger-image--698237285.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRA66he98-ALXTs80wrPJIJQNYngNUWLKtY3EPrA5CoDZccPZoTdOprsghqvfbfqlxjPZDQw3rHpLjaEz4EqwOxAQjP55KkbSs1r9WwLFUD-nXk9EdhI97MM30r-UgRsPqOUqDXdosDi9N/s640/blogger-image--1394255567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRA66he98-ALXTs80wrPJIJQNYngNUWLKtY3EPrA5CoDZccPZoTdOprsghqvfbfqlxjPZDQw3rHpLjaEz4EqwOxAQjP55KkbSs1r9WwLFUD-nXk9EdhI97MM30r-UgRsPqOUqDXdosDi9N/s640/blogger-image--1394255567.jpg"></a></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-5995295827702472242013-05-30T22:11:00.001-07:002013-05-30T22:11:16.571-07:00A Voice for the VoicelessGod is so good and despite any adversity that tries to come your way always know that trouble does not last always!! It may feel that way while you are enduring but there is always light at the end of the tunnel as long as you don't faint!! Continue to stay the course and know that our best days are ahead of you!! <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg724Y14b5ywgIONIJsl2ockFnNd2grq-lngV7FSTSrX54GPMAXwD1NKKQr53N7yZ6B27q35UU87Vh_oN5RVH5BCfv5EPa_TI8iV-pSDolh-k7ykikPLhg2LLmluYZwnEYEFGx8K318IysB/s640/blogger-image--1187510587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg724Y14b5ywgIONIJsl2ockFnNd2grq-lngV7FSTSrX54GPMAXwD1NKKQr53N7yZ6B27q35UU87Vh_oN5RVH5BCfv5EPa_TI8iV-pSDolh-k7ykikPLhg2LLmluYZwnEYEFGx8K318IysB/s640/blogger-image--1187510587.jpg"></a></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-42123822984332665182013-05-04T18:55:00.001-07:002013-05-04T18:55:13.385-07:00EncouragementThere are times that things in life can discourage you but you have to keep pressing. God placed a gift in you that is not only for you but for others. There are people waiting for what you have that will bless them and encourage them to live a life that will encourage them to keep going!! 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HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-52067568697610363912012-11-28T17:32:00.001-08:002012-11-28T17:32:20.411-08:00My Last First kiss 11/28 by MANDATE | Blog Talk Radio<a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/mandate/2012/11/29/my-last-first-kiss#.ULa6t5TV7TY.blogger">My Last First kiss 11/28 by MANDATE | Blog Talk Radio</a>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-87712238328505212382012-11-13T23:47:00.001-08:002012-11-13T23:50:23.491-08:00Kareem Amir DiggsOn November 7, 2012 at 2:48am my first grandson was born to my first born daughter Charisma. He weighed 6lbs 3oz and was 19" long. Was I happy to hear she was pregnant? At first I wasn't then I said to myself hey that's her life I love her still the same . I am trying to get to Florida to see him as soon as possible because I don't want him to not know his grandmother. I should be there in the beginning if December thanks to many of my awesome friends and supporters donating funds to me getting there. I am still accepting donations but with what I have I am going. I am happy for Charisma and I look forward to meeting Kareem, holding him and hugging him :-) Proud new grandmother! Aka G-Mom<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48NdldJSzwMeSBwxkYfPv-Ls8k0hWYEioWV5-1mYvD1hGcyxLTxCqCyJ6Ay66tmQX1TsQay8B7uk26ILRnCo_oKSPN_fRa5wLEgwtJWrkUYfM1nQsGvPN-Ckn6c-Jmqw_erbF3HAbc1Fs/s640/blogger-image-1517512126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48NdldJSzwMeSBwxkYfPv-Ls8k0hWYEioWV5-1mYvD1hGcyxLTxCqCyJ6Ay66tmQX1TsQay8B7uk26ILRnCo_oKSPN_fRa5wLEgwtJWrkUYfM1nQsGvPN-Ckn6c-Jmqw_erbF3HAbc1Fs/s640/blogger-image-1517512126.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQA5Z6jRwGYE_aTksQbEDGxkkgWWrR-YgtPkN5uL94a42RTiTygqDkE0gFEq4P7PmaPLYbxqaWBLV48qZPf9XUCVSb5EFOtP8AFXJSrffG34o1RLthCXoEygoJSju3EpWWPZr7VUFhgyu7/s640/blogger-image-682132071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQA5Z6jRwGYE_aTksQbEDGxkkgWWrR-YgtPkN5uL94a42RTiTygqDkE0gFEq4P7PmaPLYbxqaWBLV48qZPf9XUCVSb5EFOtP8AFXJSrffG34o1RLthCXoEygoJSju3EpWWPZr7VUFhgyu7/s640/blogger-image-682132071.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocK9QC8Hz1hmRyLrazD-zJlUwdyn2PTkDqRUZNiKKRJrgEM9fj18hFV7YuEH4xWytKyoQZhSECD6Uipw2VzaVYtMvDVhtBtfjmDYNCuI3IZWM4h5-scVaYTo0Rn1fLWvaTEksP20R7S9m/s640/blogger-image-756562210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocK9QC8Hz1hmRyLrazD-zJlUwdyn2PTkDqRUZNiKKRJrgEM9fj18hFV7YuEH4xWytKyoQZhSECD6Uipw2VzaVYtMvDVhtBtfjmDYNCuI3IZWM4h5-scVaYTo0Rn1fLWvaTEksP20R7S9m/s640/blogger-image-756562210.jpg" /></a></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-52178322110487147982012-10-11T19:47:00.002-07:002012-10-11T19:47:28.028-07:00The Wow Factor ~ A Voice for the Voiceless<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Today is a day a little different than others in the past. Today I am humbled and full of tears of joy and appreciation. This will be a short blog today because I am really trying to gather my thoughts and embrace where God is taking me. In the mean time click on the link below and enjoy this powerful show!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I was born Alicia Evangelia on February 18, 1972. At one point I didn't like my name I guess because I never felt pretty or important and people always said my name wrong. It was A-lish-a, Alice, A-leesh-ee-a, but it is actually A-LEE-SHA; like Alicia Keys just not with the talent lol. For much of my life I was picked on like most people but mainly for my complexion. You see, all of my siblings even my mother are lighted skinned and I am the brown or dark skinned one. My sister's father always called me a black ugly bitch and he never realized how much it really hurt my feelings coming up as a child but my mother would always say, "The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice!". I did not understand what that meant until I had a really dark peace of fruit and man was it sooooooo sweeet!! That is me!! My mother always said positive things to me when I was a child growing up that made me really feel like I was loved. I knew I was a love child based on how my mother and my father treated me. I am sure that if it were not for the love that I felt between my mother and my father I would have been successful in my suicide attempts, it would have been attempt and not attempts. Everyone has a story to tell and everyone has gone through so junk in their lives as well as some may not have even gotten along with their parents. I got along with mine though. Yes there were times that I was upset with my mom and didn't even want to ever speak to her again but I could not function without speaking to my mom because I love her way too much!! Some of my friends have lost their mothers and I cannot even imagine that but I know it is inevitable for us all to depart this life at some point. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>The last person I lost close to me was my play mother and I didn't even spend that much time with her but we were really close. She was my mom while my mom lives miles away from me. Since I cannot be with my mom all the time I call her as often as I can and make sure that we laugh on the phone during each call and I tell her that I love her before we hang up. I feel like I can tell my mom anything and I just want to honor her now with this blog because it has been on my mind to do so. I remember before my other sisters were born how my mom always had gifts for me. Always bought me the new dolls that were out, I had the new clothes, in the winter I had the fur coats with the fur hand warmers that tied to your coat and you put both hands in, something nice and sweet was always said or done to me. Before my mother dealt with domestic violence and had happiness stripped from her through mental, physical, emotional, and verbal abuse; she was always fun and exciting that all of my friends wanted to be at our house! Despite adversities that we all were subjected to we still have a tight net relationship and many memories to hold on to. I am so proud to say that Gloria Irene is my Mommy and I love her to life!!! </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>On June 1, 2012, I am taking a deep breath, laying on the couch in the dark, talking to one my best friends on the phone and saying that I am going to get my tail up, clean up, stop crying, and know that my cousin is in a better place...then I get a text that my children's aunt was found dead in her bed by her children!! I cannot take this grief anymore!! Not Lexi!! I have known her for over 22 years!! What the hell!! Alexis Wilson is the sister of my very true and first love Brian Wilson and aunt to my children. Lexi left behind 6 small children, her mother, and her siblings, along with a host of loved ones and friends. There is no word as to how Lexi died just yet, all I know is that she had a urinary tract infection which could have caused some other issues for her but at this point she is gone :( </i></span><br />
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<i style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Alexis A Wilson born July 9, 1976-June 1, 2012 gone from this life onto a better place. </span></i><br />
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<i style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">How sad all of this was for May and June but the weekend after Lexi died, I woke up in tears and about an hour later God showered me with a comfort and peace beyond understanding which allowed me to relax and know that both Nish & Lexi are in a better place...I will see you both again someday. </span></i><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></i>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-56276136129784106582012-07-24T21:21:00.001-07:002012-07-24T21:21:19.933-07:00I Will Live<a href="http://iwilllive.webs.com/#.UA9z3NDO06s.blogger"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I Will Live</i></span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have attempted to create a website and would love for you to check it out but please be patient because I am still trying to critique it. </i></span>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-38643458806603418532012-06-29T17:18:00.001-07:002012-06-30T05:49:08.160-07:00April flowersThe month of April was an alright month for me. I volunteered at Weaver house, also at a children's fashion show for Foot Steps to Follow, I spoke at A&T for the Women of Excellence event, spoke at a women's conference at Bennett College, and spoke a little at a youth conference. It was pretty laid back besides the fact that I was still struggling with biostatistics. I guess there isn't much to discuss for April but I am so grateful to God for sustaining me through all of my ups and downs. I truly try not to complain especially knowing that there are many who would love to be in my shoes. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqfjvicU_P4EsyeGVPOFngYUAnlGd0JM8Eik5raS6tTcTvfqA76vTY8hrB4A1NzSTuMl3umjYF8pM9CFCAKlEjDuAPulBMecgzwbifFbrRCHHu_6obCfqs8k72AqYJ6do0JGEkVvakPMx/s640/blogger-image--711086863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqfjvicU_P4EsyeGVPOFngYUAnlGd0JM8Eik5raS6tTcTvfqA76vTY8hrB4A1NzSTuMl3umjYF8pM9CFCAKlEjDuAPulBMecgzwbifFbrRCHHu_6obCfqs8k72AqYJ6do0JGEkVvakPMx/s640/blogger-image--711086863.jpg" /></a></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-722407161552969612012-06-24T20:30:00.001-07:002012-06-24T20:30:25.456-07:00Truth is....The truth is...I'm feeling really emotional tonight. I had a great weekend and these feelings I currently have could be due to fatigue so now I'm in the bed in the dark. The truth is...sometimes I get tired of taking these pills every single day but I thank God for my health none the less. A photo I've saved and will share spoke a thousand and one words to me and has even contributed to my feelings tonight. Anyway, I will be just fine, as usual. Loves & hugs to you all!!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDlStOfHJFl6FPo3WE3yY8gDd9Z5j_6Zm651kwjid5UZhZ6y3YVgzzeEldKDGnrA1RUQuck5T2wVZ8axiLof5g8SOyOsnPBATauhfBJ8k53b-1znYZu_3Md_YuucDEgbixjcg9GXuVW79/s640/blogger-image--1542619548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDlStOfHJFl6FPo3WE3yY8gDd9Z5j_6Zm651kwjid5UZhZ6y3YVgzzeEldKDGnrA1RUQuck5T2wVZ8axiLof5g8SOyOsnPBATauhfBJ8k53b-1znYZu_3Md_YuucDEgbixjcg9GXuVW79/s640/blogger-image--1542619548.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIv-LnAPwqIWcani5LF6hOwS9pzBY1h57P2qsPkES08bYXaRb6LpZQZhgQk-Ym5etFSxKUFC0Egqpxwais0skPt35QBfTuNYZoCL_L5DnXy3KnW11qgA15sh5HkMEFqgtuDfrp10Mfv-g/s640/blogger-image--842048712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIv-LnAPwqIWcani5LF6hOwS9pzBY1h57P2qsPkES08bYXaRb6LpZQZhgQk-Ym5etFSxKUFC0Egqpxwais0skPt35QBfTuNYZoCL_L5DnXy3KnW11qgA15sh5HkMEFqgtuDfrp10Mfv-g/s640/blogger-image--842048712.jpg" /></a></div>HealedLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131087672082365877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271512691380192750.post-29336597107468096162012-06-20T23:29:00.000-07:002012-06-20T23:29:57.176-07:00Catching up<div style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This posting will be my time to catch up on time passed. Why am I not just starting with today? Well, since my diagnosis I found that talking and writing is very therapeutic for me in dealing with the many thoughts and feelings I have to tackle on a daily basis. Some may say that they too have things they tackle on a daily basis, and be that as it may, but not everyone is the same. Each person has their way of coping with things but for Luv Lee it is mellow music playing (with me trying to sing in the back ground of course lol) and my laptop. Anyway, here is how the Month of March went for me.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This month was actually pretty calm and is also the birthday month of my son, my nephew, a friend of 15 years, </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">one of my Sorors, my Superhero friend, </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the month my aunt Tammi Terrell died (yes Ain't No Mountain High Enough with Marvin Gaye), and the month my grand pop died (1983). Every year my friend of 15 years never fails to either do something for me for my birthday or gets me something for my birthday so this year I decided to treat her to the Mike Epps Concert which actually was the same day as my son's birthday. For him I made the decision to just give him money because I had no idea what to do for him. Well, a few days before the concert my friend calls to tell me she has a family emergency and cannot meet up with me that Friday. She didn't know I was taking her to see Mike Epps because it was a surprise but I told her what I was going to do since she couldn't come. She was disappointed and told me to enjoy it. I then decided to take my son with me and surprise him so I told him I was taking him somewhere special and he had to be ready by a certain time that day. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He had no idea where he was going and then right before we got to the coliseum I told him that I was taking him to see Mike Epps. That boy lit up like a 100 watt light bulb lmbo!! He was very excited and happy to be spending his 19th birthday with me but especially at this concert. He said it was the best birthday that he has ever had and he will never ever forget it! I am so glad that he was able to enjoy himself like he did despite the adversities that have been gnawing at him lately. After the concert I dropped him off to hang out with his friends for the remainder of the night and I went home to turn in because I was sooooo tired!!! </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This month was a calm one and I am thankful for that especially since the next couple of months ahead turned out to be a real challenge. Well until then know that you are fearfully made!!</span></i></div>
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