Descend from those who Ascend for Uncle and Auntie…

In my lifetime I have witnessed and experienced many things which the average individual
may or may not. My earliest memories are filled with travel, love songs, ballads and
exposure to many cultures and various races all successfully breaking down color barriers.
I have experienced love, peace and over-comers challenged by obstacles such as
prejudice and inequality for people of color (and gender). And been the recipient of hate.

At a half century old I see things have changed radically with the use of social media.
Television has expanded to pre-recorded video and digital media and music from ear to vinyl,
tape, disc, memory stick and jump drive. (And oh so much more, but that I’ll leave for another time)

I have witnessed a melting pot of culture, race and creed in my community and even in my
personal life where anyone of any station in any division have walked through my doors.

Today I witnessed a meme (which is a cartoon or photo with a caption strategically
printed and placed to stimulate response/reaction oft a social shocker) shared on social media.
In which is presents a white male climbing on the back of a black male who is shackled at the
ankle with a ball and chain and somewhere in the meme it is denounces that reverse racism exists.

This meme has been posted by a female in her fifties. She having been born and
reared during the civil rights movement at a time of great passion and fellowship.
Neither she nor myself having witnessed the shackled black man and yet here it is 2014
and still she like other fallen soldiers reaches into the past to stir up what those before
her put under.

My uncle a white man was born with an ability to totally recall everything he encountered.
His ability to assimilate information was super human. When he married my auntie a black woman
it was because she was gorgeous, talented, funny and touched him in his soul like no ones business.
I’ve heard commentary from his children (my cousins) some recount memories fondly and others
not so fondly but for me, I have only vague memories of him and a great respect for the love
he shared with my auntie.

I love that he with my auntie took the bull by the horns and handled their convictions
with vigor and grace. You cannot deny what God forges no matter how hard you try.
A romance that breaks all barriers both with limitless human abilities and my cousins
the recipients of such a union. I love how the choices my uncle and auntie set opened my eyes
to the possibilities and that my parents encouraged it.

I don’t know how either my uncle or auntie would be reacting to all the color stats on violence or in how
the police are becoming universal bullies, real flesh and blood drones similar to those in days gone by.
But they sought peace for humans. They broke down barriers in the human race. What a shame to simply
brush aside the works of our forefathers(mothers) and succumb to the hate baiters, the breeders of
contempt. And destroy what has already been built. Its like reinventing the wheel, duh?!
Don’t be a reason the writing on the wall is the same as it was in the days before that of
Abraham Lincoln and Harriet Tubman and Wellfleet Davis clan (<<<<put your Clan name here).

Please join your faith with mine that as a people (human race) we sow LOVE:

"The Greatest Gift
13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and though I have all faith,
so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,
but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues,
they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child;
but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face.
Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."
~ 1Corinthians 1-13
Selah~

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Uses whatever it takes

Ya know evil is in residence, you see it on every television channel, doing double time on the radio and forever on the world wide web. You know what they say, “As the world turns”.

A culture divided by hate crimes, rioting, assaults of every nature and form. As humans we have so lowered the standard that most cannot even see the mark.

We are humans, humanity of many colors, a melting pot of cultures. Isn’t it funny that we can somehow blend our palettes, divulging secret family recipes generation old but we cannot blend our race. Humans are not a color but a being most of whom are aware from deep within that they are part of a bigger picture and because the mark is out of site they wander aimlessly rarely completing a task.

Where is your mark? Do you even know what it is? When was the last time you visited YOUR roots, your spiritual roots? What is the foundation of your life the very principal you abide by? Is it enough?

We are here to fellowship, to maintain harmony and to do so in love. And just where is this harmony we seek, what happened to “Do unto others as you would have done unto you?” Higher thinking beings with the ability to do supernatural things and yet where are these great feats?

Humans fail and why? Because we have the ability to choose.

How are you going to choose? Will it be your choice today to breed goodwill? Will it be your choice to identify that we are humans and NOT color? Do you choose love, mercy and grace?

Think about it, what will you bait the world with, will it be LOVE?

Keep in mind if evil can continue to separate humans with a distraction as race…you know what they say about a “kingdom divided”, lets just say the ending does not look good…

Friends, today I want to encourage you to embrace humanity with a new eye and heart. Pray for the human race, we need no distinction of color, creed or other.

Much love

by Susan Louise Davis ©

Drunk, drunker, drunk-ed

You and I could go on and on about the truth of the matter, your side, my side, whatever.
You are a drunk, devoted to your addiction and nothing will stand in the way of that drink, NOTHING.
You choose it and until you don’t choose it you will remain drunk, period.

The fullness of life served to you on a silver platter as it is to us all and what have you done with it but then who am I to ask? It is your business if you fail to do anything with your talent. You have time and opportunity which you cannot deny and plenty of innocent bystanders to witness as you randomly haphazardly pass by ignorant of the trampled souls you leave in your wake.

I tormented myself for years over you and the fact that you chose booze over love. God knows how I have loved you and resented you and feared for you. I know how it is to want something so badly you would just about sell your soul because I have done it but I don’t know how a body could sell their whole life for that one thing they simply cannot do without, addiction courses through your veins and for you it is called alcohol.

As I and our brokenhearted children nurse our wounds and grieve the loss of a husband and father who was there but not present and probably never will be. The years of healing, the bouts of depression, rage and bitterness flew through my home not just my own but that of three young children all aware that daddy is not coming home and when they go to visit you just a whiff of your stale alcohol laden breath, blood shot eyes, swaying stance (you did Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean long before there was a Johnny Depp).

I tried to call you, to reason with you but your primary response was, “You wanted the divorce. Hows it feel to get what you want?” And then the child support check wouldn’t come. Child Support Enforcement enters in and there a battle ensues which will leave you a Felon on Federal probation. You ran for years from state to state, leaving a trail on one address after another. No sooner would the law catch up with you than you would disappear again. It didn’t help our children one bit that your family enabled you making flight a possibility for a very long time. You and your family allowed our children to go without. You all butt-hurt and they soothing your ego by sending money, shoes and clothes.

A full grown man, with children a man married and divorced and working but no one brave enough to tell you to suck it up. Smack your butt and get glad buddy because you screwed up quite possibly the best thing that will ever happen to you. A loyal and faithful wife and children who love and adore you. Who think the sun and moon rose and set again on your shoulders. In awe of your gifts and talents but it isn’t enough for you.

Who do you think suffered the most because you with held their rightful claim to love, protection and support?
It wasn’t me, it was our children who knew you worked because when you did call you would brag on the new car
or motorcycle or guitar you just bought or one of your family members gave you. But you had nothing to give not even a crumb of love for any of these children who waited for your call night after night only for the phone not to ring or run to the mailbox to find another day has passed without a letter or worse nothing on their birthday.

I took it on the chin, put myself through college and provided our children the most fulfilling life I could muster on and off a shoe string budget. I gave them the life you and I promised to provide.
More than once through the years I have been asked if I ever regret not having pursued my dreams and to them I always say the same thing, “I have no regrets.  I am far more fulfilled by sacrificing the of love of a man for the love of my children and would do it again were it necessary. Lovers come and go but our children are forever. A life time investment no parent should ever shirk.”

Yes it would be nice if my ex husband would pay the *38k he owes in unpaid child support.
I may not be able to use any of that money now to send my children through college as I had desired but I am sure I could find something worthwhile to invest it in.

*An unexpected phone call to notify me that a payment on that 38k my ex husband owes me in non paid child support came in on my cell phone today.  It has been nearly a decade since he made any effort on the unpaid balance.  Our children are adults nearing thirty years old with children of their own and the absent father has become the absent grandfather.  Out of respect for his privacy I am deleting his photographs (which he made publicly available through facebook).  It is my hope that he continues to pay down this debt so I can invest it in the future of our adult children, grand children etc.,

UPDATE:   November 19, 2015>>>>Via employment garnishment Robert’s employer submitted five small payments toward the unpaid child support Robert owes then…NOTHING

If you know the where abouts of the this man:

Robby

Robert Allen Bell, Jr  also known as: Robby, Bobby, Scooter, Rob and Bob please contact the:

Eastern Office EASTERN (552)Pete Liakakis Government Building222                                                                                     West Oglethorpe AvenueSuite 119                                                                                                                                             Savannah,GA 31401

Phone: 1-844-MYGADHS

According to my resources he is living & working somewhere in Texas United States of America since September 2015.  He also has a facebook page with the above photo as his profile picture.  Feel free to turn him in to the Child Support Enforcement office in Savannah, Georgia at the above mentioned address.  No child should go without especially in light of their parent’s ability to work and provide for their care.  This man’s children sacrificed so their father Robert Allen Bell, Jr could squander every cent that was morally and ethically theirs.  He has a debt to me of 38,000.00 in unpaid child support which is enforceable by law.  He was indicted more than a decade ago for fleeing the state to avoid prosecution for said unpaid child support.  Some members of his family has made it possible for him to elude prosecution and enforcement of the court order of support.

If you know this person:

Robert Allen Bell Jr Smiths Station, Alabama

Robert Allen Bell Jr

http://www.facebook.com/robert.bell.1694?fref=ts

Please feel free to turn him in to the Savannah Child support enforcement agency he is known as one of the biggest deadbeats in the state of Georgia for more than a decade.

Eastern Office EASTERN (552)Pete Liakakis Government Building222                                                                                     West Oglethorpe AvenueSuite 119                                                                                                                                             Savannah,GA 31401

Phone: 1-844-MYGADHS

A Daunting Task

According to the teachings of my faith I am to compare myself to no other human.
Any comparison’s I make are ONLY to the perfect living example of Jesus Christ.

It can be a daunting task to read of his life experiences and see how he turned from those same
temptations I face and have faced.

Today I am reminded of where I was as a young woman of nineteen years old comparing to who I am as a
fifty something senior (yeah, middle age for me was in my thirties and I completely missed them).
Reaping what I had sown when younger, as a senior I am just coming out of the results of those choices.

Born into the world I have only worldly examples to lean on and for the most part imparted that initial
upbringing from my childhood to my children as I reared them in the only way I knew how.
While studying on the life of Christ I found fault with some of the teachings passed down to me from
my parents and chose not to repeat unfortunately, my studies of the life of Christ was sporadic and
did not intensify until latter years when the kids have moved on and are cultivating their own
families and traditions.

I have worn the scarlet letter and my history has been shared with all sorts of accusation,
sideway glances, rejection and abandonment from loved ones who saw and judged harshly and
believed me unworthy. And learned to see myself through their eyes.

One broken down relationship after another I have been made alone.
The opportunity to heal has begun and those old tapes, those old negative words and glances
no longer haunt as I move further and further away from the memories of a life which had once
held me captive.

I am no longer there frozen in time by the pain of the past. Each day bringing new experiences and
opportunity to walk the walk. To see the world around me with a set of new eyes allowing my soul
the opportunity to reside within me in harmony. Today I judge myself according to the teachings of
Christ and not in comparison to any human.

Humans fall short, they always will but as a human I have a choice in the matter and today I practice the
principals of love. Alexander Pope had it right when he shared, “To err is human, to forgive divine”
which rings true in my life today because it is a divine walk I seek and
I can only get there because I forgive.

My mail is read and you now know the truth if you didn’t before which is simple, I am human and I err.

Friends, today I want to encourage you to compare yourself to NO ONE but to practice a lifestyle which
benefits the whole. Invest yourself in ways which will positively affect every situation.
If you must find fault find it in yourself and correct it.
Your journey is your own and if you do not take inventory of where you are at compared to where you
have been you will not get where you desire to go because your wheels spin…

Much love

Whose Responsibility is It?

Educators take a hit over and over again…living in a country which offers a “free” education and one student after another, one parent after another blame the system for the lackluster education received.
Yes, some educators fall short and some don’t even make a mark but then there are those who go above and beyond.

I say if a student is uneducated look at the homeplace…an education begins in the home.
I say if a student is not held accountable for not performing scholastically then by all means blame the educator.
Don’t consider the students lack of dedication and desire to know the facts for themself.

The problem with the system isn’t teachers who are in it for the money (tongue in cheek) or the free summer paychecks but the parents who perpetuate blame games, do not hold their lazy and unmotivated child accountable and have not leant structure and stability in the homeplace which prepares a child to respectfully participate in their own education…

Soooo to all the Educators out there who put forth the effort, who paid thousands of dollar for your credentials,
to those who dig deep in their pocket for supplies and take time away from their private life to lend time to those students who are truly motivated and aware that the level of education they receive is contingent on their level of participation…my hat is off to you…I salute our public educators.

And to those parents who perpetuate the blame game, take your kid out of public school and homeschool them yourself…
I’d love to see how much better your kid’s scores are and how much higher their gpa is because you took full responsibility for your child’s education (most of you wouldn’t last a week and your child would fail the re-entrance exam when you decide to dump them back off in public schools)…

As a retired educator I can attest to these facts, my credentials were bought and paid for by a second job.
NOT because my teaching profession paid me x amount of money you say I didn’t earn.

My students chose just how much they were willing to learn and those “free” summer paychecks were well earned over
the course of ten months with little to no moral support or involvement from parents.

So before you start yelling and screaming and whining about what little your child’s teacher teaches make a few drop in visits, review the curriculum and know just what performance is expected of that teacher. You might be surprised to learn that you jumped to many conclusions and contributed to all the rhetoric going around about how easy a teaching job is…educate yourself before you prove just how ignorant you are and just how ignorant your child is because you believe a bunch of misinformation and taught your kid to believe it too.

When a debate over lunch was had regarding public schools and the lack of a good teacher I was outraged to hear a middle school student degrade the educators in her life. The amount of disregard and disrespect this kid spewed out during the conversation was appalling and offensive. And when the debate wasn’t going her way she stopped the debate and insisted we change the subject.

Parents if you are going to put yourself and your opinionated kid out there you have to prepare them to debate adequately and without getting offended and turning tail as soon as they have nothing more to parrot in the defense of their beliefs. I am embarassed for parents who allow their child to voice their opinion but do not teach them the skills to debate. It isn’t enough to say what you want to say then
demand the subject be changed when you have nothing more to contribute because all you know how to do is repeat rhetoric. If I have to I will debate with an unarmed individual but it isn’t really any fun when the light is on and no one is home.

Friends, today I want to encourage you to teach your children in all things. Don’t depend on others to educate your child. It is your responsibility to teach them. And in my opinion their grades are representative of just how involved you are not necessarily a reflection of a teacher’s skills.

Much love

Those Who Nest, Nest

If you must lie, steal, cheat and manipulate to get what you want
when you receive it
isn’t it already tainted
and is it really yours?

A hard lesson learned
one must wait
on what is one’s own.

Rather I have what is mine
than something someone else
desires?

Might I have peace
acceptance too
for what is granted
for what is denied?

might I keep a straight eye
not sideways
wandering to and fro?

might my heart be faithful
steadfast and true?

may the truth of my word
straight as an arrow speak
keep me in my stead

for days have come
from whence evil seeps
one lie at a time
into a world
of turning hearts
and
bitter cold
shattered souls…

Humans, we are here with the opportunity to do supernatural things.
To think outside the box with the sole purpose of benefiting the whole
and yet many race hard after their own too self absorbed to see outside
the box of the life they seek for themselves.
Each hoarding, packing his domain like rodents nesting
contaminating the one universe designed to sustain them.

~May God the creator have mercy on our souls
~Amen

by Susan Louis Davis©

The One That Got Away

“I know you don’t do it on purpose but you talk above their ability to process, you realize you are talking to people in the south who did not have the same education you got?”

I have been advised of this much of my life. Some state it is because I spent my formative years in New England public schools where most believe a higher education really does exist. I can’t say that I have this belief.

My parents were intelligent people both read daily some of which was local newspapers as well as the one from their home town. Mom read voraciously romance, mystery and true crime stories where as my father had other interests and hobbies such as race cars and home remodel projects as well as other things. My dad listened to controversial talk radio shows and watched the news daily. My mother loved music of all kind and dabbled in the arts she even sold a painting or two. Both were spiritually grounded in their own ways and own beliefs. And both loved “JEOPARDY” each racing the other to produce the correct answer earning the highest points. I lend my level of intelligence to my parents and the environment they exposed me to as a child during my formative years. Which by the way, was filled with higher standards, higher level of thinking and an open minded approach to the possibilities.

Recently I had a minor run in with someone who was offended by my way of speech; meaning my elocution. Many who initially meet me have no understanding of my history, education or career choice and so they have no idea that this is really the way I communicate. Reared by intelligent individuals, granted a higher education than most, choosing academia studies in college and a career as an Interpreter for people who are deaf or hard of hearing. I have a lexicon of knowledge which rarely gets used now that I am retired and in a different career path. Up until recently I have never really given much thought to how I come across to others. In fact, I have always consider myself agreeable but now I will be more conscious about NOT speaking too intelligently for the situation.

And so just a few short days have passed since this little run in and while performing administrative work for my business I come across an email conversation I had with a young woman and in this conversation I can clearly see now what I didn’t see then, she was offended from start to finish because I spoke over her head. And as I re-read this email my heart begins to hurt, my throat constricts and I fight back tears because we never resolved this conversation. And my usual living in acceptance has now turned to living in regret.

She being angry and bitterly offended allowed five weeks to go by where little to no words were spoken between us. As much as I pursue a reconciliation and apologize for any offense she stands her ground and holds a grudge. Tentatively in the fifth week we begin communicating but she still angry keeps her distance.
Imagine my great regret when a few days into reconciliation she is abducted and murdered.

I had an opportunity to apologize to someone I had offended. Instead of a warm and welcoming reception it was
tossed back in my face as offensive because I was too articulate and they didn’t know if I was sincere or rude.

Believe me when I say I am quick to reconcile any incident, I never want to be left holding the bag of nastygrams from a loved one again. I can never clear the matter up with this young woman. It may always way heavy on my heart that she never really new that I loved her as one of my own.

Friends, today I want to encourage you to face yourself as others see you. To consider trimming away some things that don’t come across appropriately but offensively. Read a book in the mirror and consider the expressions you use because some people are in tune to body language and facial affect. Your passion over a thing may come across as aggression… Practice approachability…

Study on the ways to integrate mercy and grace into your daily walk and practice, practice, practice
you and your loved ones will be thankful if you do

Much love