“You must crawl before you walk.” “With hard work and sacrifice, you will make it.” These are the things our society has placed on us that means that it’s okay for us to suffer in order to be successful or live a peaceful, uplifting, productive, and loving life.
One of the things that I’m getting used to here in Houston, at least where I am, is the number of people who are standing on the corners and under the freeways holding signs, such as “need food” or “need money.” Frankly, I hadn’t seen much of it where I lived outside of Atlanta. I’m finally at peace with giving my attention, my heart, money, and prayer–it’s usually one or the other. I no longer feel that I always need to give money. I give smiles, and I uplift and encourage people.
This morning, I was waiting for a red light to change green, and there I saw a man standing on the island between two roads eating something. I noticed the trash around him on the ground. Once he finished eating his food, he tossed the food wrapper to the ground and picked up his sign, “need money.” I do not like pollution. So, as I started immediately judging him, he began his stroll up and down the island, coming right in front of my window. Within seconds, I grabbed my wallet, and of course, he stopped. I said, “If I promise to give you this dollar bill, will you promise to pick up all of your trash and throw it in that garbage can across the street?” He said, “I promise.” And I said, “Please don’t pollute.” He said, “Okay.”
I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him picking up the trash. Thank God!
Peace and Blessings!
This particular morning, I was grateful that I was willing just to let go and just be. Some days, it’s challenging just to let it all go—what people think, what I
look like, how she interpreted my response
and paying bills. It was liberating this
morning to let it all go.
best to focus on the Divine Presence this entire day, every minute and every
second. I didn’t want to think, but I
wanted to give of myself completely. So,
my question was, “How can I give more on this day?”
heard one male voice greeting me. I returned the greeting. I saw
him walk out of the office. If I stood,
I could see the top of someone’s head,
but I remained focused on my work. I
thought I was alone, and I was so engaged in reading and correcting students’
papers that I almost didn’t hear the person, who appeared to be coughing or
sneezing, sitting across the aisle on the opposite side of the cubicles. I
said, “Bless You,” without waiting for a response from him.
professor. He said, “I didn’t mean to
scare you.” I said, “I thought I was
alone in here.” He asked, “Were you the one who said, “Bless you?” Hurried to get back to my work so I could
finish before my deadline, I nodded. He
and I just want you to know that I had gotten something stuck in my throat, and
it had cut off my breathing. I couldn’t
yell, and I didn’t know anyone else was here.
I was terrified that no one would
be able to help me, so I panicked and was afraid to walk. I tried and tried to remove the food, but it
was stuck. I felt myself feeling faint,
so I made another attempt to cough it out.
That is when I heard a quick and
precise, “Bless you.” I felt at peace
after I heard your voice, and I relaxed and thanked
God for being here with me. I tried to
take a deep breath, and the food popped out.”
the other side of the aisle (there are two aisles with cubicles lining on both
professor said, “You just don’t know how much you helped me. You saved my life.” I said, “Oh no, it was that greater than me,
and by grace, God used my voice because I wasn’t even paying attention to know
if you were coughing, sneezing, or choking, but my heart is always open and sincere, at least I try.”
you for allowing God to use you.”
gratitude, enthusiasm, and peace. Then I
repeated the words I had said to Divine Presence early that morning, “How can I
give more on this day?”
always right where I am and where you are.
We need just to know this, and God
will always respond.
Cesar snapped his fingers and made a distinct sound that snapped his dog’s brain out of his current behavior. The pet owner was amazed at the level of calmness his pet obtained within minutes after Cesar used his instructional sound of “chit” to calm his dog, simultaneously using his foot to slightly tap the dog’s stomach.
When I began writing this post several months ago, I dared not count the number of times I had to “snap” my brain out of being paralyzed with fear. Now, I’m focusing on how deep I can live in quietness and how much my soul can listen to the beauty, wisdom, and love that are forever flowing, just be creating space between me and my mind chatter. After all, we are not our thoughts. Like all things in this Universe, thoughts are just energy, and we do not have to download and digest them. Peace and sweet blessings!
This is my father, George Lee Jackson. He transitioned the morning after I had visited him–November 9, 2014. I will never forget those precious moments with him. It’s almost as if we reconciled all of our differences that had occupied space in our relationship for most of my life in just a few minutes, more like seconds.
I had once thought of my dad as such a stubborn, stern person who spoke his mind without any hesitation. But, as I spent the last few years with him, I understood that my daughter, Jannah, and I, coupled with his fond memories of his mom, were the soft spots in his heart.
Yes, I complained and doubted him about the times that he needed me. Yes, I hissed at the way he told me he needed my help, which were more commands with undoubtedly driven force. I went along doing what he needed me to do to the best of my ability. It wasn’t easy. It was, in fact, very difficult in my mind to succumb to his demands. The time I had spent surrendering to hearing what my purpose is in order to understand how I would grow had driven me to give unconditionally to him, while all the time identifying what I thought were his faults that included his faults from my childhood.
At times, I hopped to his requests with sincerity and happiness, and with such gratitude, and it was joyous for me to feel those moments of pleasure and bliss. I kept saying during these specific times, “Thank you, Universe.”
This morning as I spent time in silence, I realized that most of the time I give, I’m so excited, happy, humbled, and generous. But, I also admitted to myself that giving doesn’t always feel good. So, I asked during communing with Divine Presence, “How do I continue to give when it doesn’t feel good, and why did I continue to give to my dad?” The answer is always in the question. Simultaneously, we ask and hear what the soul is expressing–if we listen. The answer was simply because he needed me more than he has ever needed anyone, and he was happy to get any small or large amount I was willing to give. I found myself thinking how I wished I had given so much more. I love and miss my dad.
When we spend time in and with Silence–God–Divine Presence, we always want to give more because we are that which is speaking to and through us. Giving is not always easy or doesn’t always feel good, but if we stay in tuned just a little bit, listening for guidance within, we will do exactly what is needed in order to help others, even though we think they don’t want or deserve our help.
As the tears fall from my eyes this morning, I realize that I’m cleansing, letting go of guilt, and I’m continuously driving out the fear that somehow always manages to creep back in through my thoughts. I’m grateful for the courage, the strength, and the desire to be free and to be honest with myself.
Thank you for allowing me to share in this place of peace. I’m grateful. Peace and sweet blessings to you, always!
“Windows to the World” is an event at Allgood Elementary School, my daughter’s school, recognizing and honoring people and cultures around the world.
I can’t believe that it’s been about seven months since I’ve posted something here in this space of peace. I must say, I’m glad to be back and expressing peace in only the way that my heart knows how to do so and that’s through understanding, forgiveness, and compassion, topped with infinite love that needs to express through all of us.
So, let me get right to the point. There are times when I know that I’m striving to only hear and feel that which is trying to express through me. Then, there are times when doubt seems to flood my brain. I smile and realize that I am now doubting less and striving more–progress!
We come to a point when we are sick and tired of doubting. We come to a point when we are relieved that each day presents a beginning that allows us to continue to strive for that which we know we came here to experience on this beautiful planet. So, we wait. We have patience. While we wait, evolvement continues, and we are grateful for the new beginnings, for the desire to strive because it is so much better than placing the attention on doubt. Then we realize what we are waiting for is happening, and we are not waiting at all. We are on our journey, and it is remarkable.
missing my daily quiet time of reading and meditation until I took a scan
in my mind. I realized it had been several days, almost a week and a half
where I rushed out of the door getting somewhere while busting at the seams
with anxiety. I thought to myself, “Oh, no–this is not going to
work. I love feeling my ONENESS with Source.”
him to the grocery store. I tend to drive not as smoothly when I am
anxious. I had reassured him that I was going slowly, and I was a
careful driver. He’s just been idle too long sleeping on and off
daily in his “lazy” chair.
days without meditation and prayer, this particular day I set my alarm to
ensure that I would engage in my communion with Divine Presence, and afterward,
I felt rejuvenated. The night before, I listened to Rev. Michael Beckwith
during Agape’s Service about “staying tuned.” I love when I pay
attention to confirmations! I repeated the words several times as I walked
out of my door for the day, “Stay tuned, Vickie. Stay tuned.”
during the morning, I drove 70 miles per hour while taking my daughter,
Jannah, to school on a 65-mile-per-hour road until I came to a stop
light. My daughter reminded me that I needed to write her a letter for
school. I wrote it quickly while stopped at the red light, and then the
light turned green. I handed her the pen and paper and proceeded to drive
when I looked down briefly for a couple of seconds to see where the pen had
dropped. I looked up, and the car in front had completely
stopped. I ran into the back of his Ford Mustang, an older car,
but still a nice car.
ankles to my hands, my ears, and my head. I took a deep breath,
held back my tears and fear, and said, “Stay tuned.” I
asked Jannah if she was okay; she nodded her head with a
“yes.” I got out of my car to make sure the driver wasn’t
hurt. He was all right. When he got out of his car, I was shocked
how much smaller he appeared than he did while sitting in his vehicle.
His light brown beard reached just below his neck; his thick mustache covered
his thin lips, and his eyes appeared as if he were squinting through a peep
hole. I noticed his boots untied and his pants slightly dirty. But
what caught my attention is that he had a bulge in his left cheek. As he
moved his mouth around, it reminded me of my great uncle who use to sit on his
porch and chew tobacco
job. “Stay tuned, Vickie.” I got back in my car to get my
phone, but before I dialed the numbers to my job, I got out of the
car and asked Kendall his name. He answered, and I addressed him by
saying, “Kendall, I’m Vickie, and I don’t want a ticket, but I
want to make sure that we repair your car and that you are not hurt. Can we
handle this without the police?”
He spits brown saliva from the
tobacco out of his mouth, and said, “I don’t have to call
the police; I thought that you wanted me to call them.” But, your car has a dent in it.” “It’s
fine, he said, I have a buddy who owns an auto body shop, and he can fix
“Well, here is my insurance
information, I said.” “I don’t need it. I just want to
make sure your kid is fine.” I took a deep breath and said, “She is doing fine, and we
both are okay.” Kendall said, “Well, that’s all we need to
do.” I took a deep breath, and said, “Thank you, Kendall.
Can I give you a hug?” He said, “Sure.”
wearing a Confederate baseball cap, chewing tobacco and a Black female
with long hair locks wearing high heel shoes, hugging tightly on the side
of a highway. As I walked back to my car, I looked at the new set of
people in their cars now at that same red light where Kendall and I had stopped
minutes before. Of course, they were looking at us strangely.
Because their windows were down, I yelled to a female and man in the car
closest to my car, “I got a hug for hitting him.”
praying, meditating and knowing that all of my needs are always met, knowing
how to remove anxiety and to slow down when driving. I am here to LOVE
the world! I FEEL it! And I’m having a blast doing it!
I love to commune with Divine Presence on a daily basis because it confirms that I am not alone, that the I AM is always present, leading and guiding me. However, sometimes I forget that God provides us with a sensational help by working through other people. I have a habit of saying, “That’s okay. I’m fine. I can make it without your help.” Some may call it pride; some may call it lack of self-worth, and some may even call it a lie. For me, I don’t want to put stress on anyone else, at least that’s what I tell myself. So, I try to do it all by myself while thinking how much easier it would have been to have accepted “her” help.
Sometimes, I admit to myself a lot about the things that I know to do and know not to do in terms of staying aware of my actions, but for whatever reason, I still have difficulty conforming to what I know is right. Then suddenly, something clicks within my mind, and then I understand on a deeper level. Today, this little story I read inside of Mary Manin Morrissey’s book, No Less Than Greatness, really penetrated my awareness. This passage not only opened me to be grateful for those who offer their help to me, but it allowed me to be conscious of receiving their help, and it allowed me to be considerate and passionate about their abilities and their desires to help me. Their help is God’s gift to them, and to me. Here is the passage:
people, one by one. Then I felt the need
to hug everyone I came in contact with, rather in a room or out in the public. After I completed my meditation session, I
thought, “People are not open to complete strangers hugging them.” Just like that, I talked myself out of it
through my thinking because I was afraid of rejection, even though I had that deep desire. I decided to just go with the flow and be available
to the possibility of people accepting hugs from me.
about how natural and genuine it felt after just meeting and talking with them for a short
period of time. During random conversations a few times with “strangers” in a public place, I said,
“Can I just give you a hug?” Before I
can finish my question, we were hugging. I realize that there will come a time
when I will hug people just to be hugging them. I am open to it now. It’s amazing how if we just give a little
opening to our hearts, God will do the rest.
After meditating today, I realize that when I hug you, I am
hugging God. God works with us by working
through us. Every day, we are hugged by
someone; that’s God hugging us. Every day,
someone touches our hand or our back, and we feel her support and her
love. Every day, people show us that
they recognize the beauty in us that’s in them by smiling with us; this is how
we are hugged by Divine Presence.
The movement of love is forever flourishing. I invite you to recognize it with me by practicing
to “hug” someone daily, and don’t forget about the people you may not know
well or don’t know at all; because when we hug each other, we are exchanging the
love of God—that phenomenal energy that elevates us to the unlimited capabilities and infinite capacities that are housed within us all. I
read today in Mary Manin Morrissey’s book, Building
Your Field of Dreams:
nine-year-old boy who was the Keeper of the Seal under King Louis IV. The boy was reverted as having great mystical
powers, and one day the king went to him in the hope of finding out something that
mattered greatly to him. “I will give you an orange,” said the king, “if you
can tell me where I can find God.”
for a moment and then responded, “I will give you two oranges if you can tell
me where God is not.”