Be Sent

This month of me is nearly over. I'm going to miss it, yet it's never gone nor ending. From it, I've learned that even in my every day music schedule, that I can still have some free me time. Like right now. Last night I got to witness over 60 of my closest friends wish upon my opinion and what I thought of them in a positive way. Let me tell you; I love you all and I enjoyed every second of it. Truly and deeply, I am grateful for your presence in my life. So it seems, facebook has something more positive then simple communication. One can actually make love to another by way of a few sentences. Sweet...

Before anything, I am blessed. Blessed to be alive. Blessed to love. Blessed to be loved. Blessed to remain inspired. Blessed to sing with the birds and wake up to the gorgeous sunlight. Try this; one morning when you awake, say to the sun, "You are hot!" See if it doesn't repay you with a beautiful rest of the day. I am a witness. On a note more socially based, could you imagine being homeless? We all say no, I'm sure. I personally could not imagine living in the street and without my home. From the ground up, my Mother and Step-Father built a loving foundation that I am so thankful for. They raised three stubborn children and continued to provide for us. I say to them, "Thank you both, Ma and Pop. I love you. There is no me without you nor is there a roof over my head." My point in this is to say that I would rather have cancer than be homeless. If God gave me cancer, I would not be afraid nor shaken. I would simply continue living life as if it were my last. I would not wish to be hospitalized nor catered to. I would continue making music until my voice was deactivated by the harm of the disease. I would continue to praise God and give thanks for the next day; Just as my Mother did and would want me too. With cancer, you begin to see just how important you are. People latch onto you like velcro to cotton. When my Mother was diagnosed, it had become evident to me that the world as a whole, loved her all the way to her death. If she were homeless, I am not sure if the outcome would've been the same simply because when folks are homeless, societies first assumption is that they, the homeless, are at the fault of their own misfortune...



My past two Sunday evenings and nights were spent at the beautiful Northland Church service. I got to listen to a very powerful speaker in Mr. Vernon Rainwater. He spoke directly to me, almost as if no one else was there. When I closed my eyes to pray, that was where my imagination took me; just me, him, and the good Lord. After one of the services, I got to do some great community work with the BE SENT organization. I helped fill toiletry bags that would later be dished out to the homeless. Before I could even begin helping, I was given a super cool organic t-shirt with the organizations logo on it. I just might give it to a homeless person. I have plenty and I'm sure someone with little to none wouldn't mind one or another...



Moral of the message; help in anyway that you can. When you think you've done enough, you can do so much more. We can all make so much more of our opportunities. Friends; BE SENT...