Friday, May 25, 2007

5:30 AM...Help LORD!!!

I guess maybe a month or so ago I got new neighbors to move in below me. I welcomed them by calling security the first day they moved in...lol. Dude, I was trying to sleep and he was on the patio banging in nails and talking loud. It was the next day or so when I actually met them in person. I said "Hi, I'm Alicia. I live above you." We small talked for a bit to one, then the other told me to let them know if they ever get too loud instead of calling security...lol.

At any rate...there are a few lifestyle differences between me and my friends and my neighbors and their friends. Staying up all hours of the night (morning), being drunk (every night), bumpin loud music, and talking loud on the patio are all things that I don't do on a regular, if ever. As I said, there are lifestyle differences, clearly. Did I mention the smoke?

Despite the few differences, they are pretty cool. We have our very own version of American Pie (that is what they act like). So we find it pretty entertaining at times. There have been times that it was late and we can here them and I'll say to Marla..."you want me to tell them to shut-up?" To which she replies, "Naw, girl they are funny." We just turn off the TV and listen to the neighbors...lol.

Well this morning around 5:30 am, I was awaken by my neighbor relaying the story of how he was robbed to his mom. I was sleep in my bed, Marla was in the other room in and out as we are listening to his rant. Then he said..."yeah that n*gger robbed me." You know that wasn't going to fly with your girl. Immediately, I get up and before I could get to the other room. Marla is at my door about to go off. Being the peaceful person that I am, I said I would go talk to him.

So I go on the patio and call him to the banister and tell him in a nice cool calm and collected tone how inappropriate that word is. Marla was next to me and we are being nice. And this blonde hair, blues boy decides that he wants to school me on the usage of "n*gger, n*gga, and black people." Exuse me?!?! There was no...I'm sorry I shouldn't have said it, but he wanted to tell me why what he was saying was okay. Marla was livid and I just had to go inside and pray in tongues cuz I didn't have anything else to say.

Next thing we hear is him say...Yeah my neighbors didn't like what I said and they came out here, but you see they went back in cuz they don't have anything to say to me. Why did he say that? Marla is back on the patio telling him off at the top of her lungs. She told him if he didn't live like that, getting drunk every night and clubbing all the time he wouldn't have gotten robbed, but that's they life he lives. She's going off and I go outside only to shut her up and to get her back inside. She gets in the house yelling...and I'm still praying. If people want to act like they live in a trailer park let them, but we don't do that.

Few minutes later...there's a knock on the door. She tells me not to answer, but I open it anyway. He came to apologize. He said that he knows that he shouldn't have said "n*gger" and while his other black friends feel it's okay for him to say "n*gga" he knows that we don't like it. Then he apologized for being loud and having his friends over every night getting drunk because he knows we don't live like that. We actually did feel bad for him that he got robbed and he had a black eye.

Of course I had to take a moment to school him on history. Don't let the swing dancing and country music fool ya, baby girl is a freedom fighter. No matter how far we come, we honor the struggle and those who have gone before us. Honor the blood that was spilled. I told him to learn about "strange fruit" before he lets that word come out of his mouth.

But after the history plug, I had a moment to get down to the heart of matter. Pass the racist comments and noisy neighbors, I had an opening. I looked him in his eyes and I said..."Your life is empty." It's one thing to tell about strange fruit on southern trees, but even better to mention the Savior hanging on the tree. So I continued, "all the stuff you are doing doesn't satisfy you...your life is empty." He said, "Man it's like you know me. You don't do all this stuff, what is it that you do?"

I looked at him and said, "I got Jesus. You are looking for pleasure to fill a void because you have no joy. We all have a God shaped hole and the drinking, partying, smoking, and females won't fill it." That guy had no idea he had a preacha living above him. To say the least, he said he wanted to change and asked if he could start going to church with me.

There are times where I wonder to myself as to why I don't live like others do. Recently, I was told that I was "weird" because of it. But days like today, remind me what all this is really about. I'm reminded why I shouldn't cuss my neighbors out even when it seems that they deserve it, why I live my little quiet peaceful life. Sometimes I think it's boring and lacking a little fun. But it's full of joy and flicker of light in a dark world.

"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." Matt 5:16

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

My first...

trip to the shrink...yeah how wild is that. I guess there is this stigma that goes along with it. You really don't want to go. But I guess last weekend I decided that I was not going to let people and the decisions that they made drive your girl crazy. Not only that, I'm not going to bury my feelings and all that jazz. Life happens, and then you have to pick up the peices. So that's what I decided to do.

You know it was funny because I get there early and I had to wait for my counselor to get out of his other session. Well, when he was finished, he comes out with this guy who just looked like he needed to be there. Now, while I know it is not nice...I was sitting there thinking, Oh, Lord, why am I in this place. He looks crazy. I don't want to be in here with people like that."

Dude really did look like he had issues. I think I've done a pretty good job of keeping my stuff under wraps. I don't walk around with a victim complex. I'm not really looking for people's sympathy. But, let's be honest. My sh*t stink too(excuse the expression). Just because I don't walk around looking like a hot mess doesn't mean that there's not a hot mess that needs to be dealt with.

I guess it is what it is. You get to a place where you finally decide to deal with the stuff that needs to be dealt with. You look yourself in the mirror, and you even face the demons in your own closet. It kinda reminds me of that Rascal Flatts song I'm Moving On...

I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone

I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived that I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Love is...

Love is me calling to wish you happy birthday

even though you missed most of mine.

Love is sneaking grandmama cakes and cookies

while she's waiting for dinner to get done.

You think it's the butterfies in your tummy

when you're digging the new guy

But it's really the tears running down your face

And ache in your heart

when you finally decide to let go

Love are the kisses on my cheeks

from that baby girl who looks like me

Love is the bottle of water at my doorstep

Cuz I'm too spoiled to drink from the tap

Love is me clipping your toenails

When heaven knows I hate to touch feet.

Love is vegan macaroni and cheese

Waiting for me when I decide to drive home.

Love is my brother calling in the middle of the week

He doesn't want a thing but to check on me

Love is dinner with old friends

And reminicing on old times we used to share

Love is dropping it like it's hot for old times sake

And that crazy video ending up on myspace

Love is that silly song I sing you everyday at work

Just because I love to see you smile

Love is that collection of little moments

that ususally make you laugh or cry; smile or sigh

It's the stuff that makes life worth living

And the numbness worth feeling.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

I prayed and God answered...

You know, I've prayed and fasted about a certain matter for a long time. Recently, I had to make a decision and as much as I thought God would change the situation and the other party involved...the truth is God once again had to deal with me.

I had to ask myself, do I really believe that God wants the best for me. I think that I have lived with the fear, that if I didn't get this one thing, that God wouldn't give me anything else. I'm thinking that God just may not give me anything better. Heaven only knows how angry that has made me feel. Not to mention what it made me believe about myself. I began to think that maybe, that was all I was worth. You know when the enemy has convinced you that this is what God thinks about you, than you end up thinking that about yourself. It has honestly been bondage. It's enough to make you go crazy...literally. Then you realize that God is not pleased. You realize, that God values you and there is somethings that He doesn't want for you.

I guess I prayed thinking that God was just going to change things overnight, but what happened is he finally allowed me to see the truth. I can't change people and I can't make them want to change. I can't make someone love me, but I can chose to love myself. I can't make someone respect me, but I can choose not to keep those who disrespect me in my life. I prayed and God answered, by giving me the strength to let go. With that strength, I also make a choice to love again, to forgive, and to walk in peace. I've got to rest knowing that God has the best for me and I don't have to settle for anything less.