Joyce E.'s Blog

13.05.2017
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Being A Mom Is Not A Job Mother, Ma, MaMa, MeMe, MeMa, Mom, Mommmmm, Mother Dear, Big Momma,  MaDear and Mommie are some of the many names we call that amazing lady  who carried and nurtured us.  Whether you are an infant, toddler, tween, teen,  young adult, or fully grown and independent, our Mothers continue to carry and nurture us, even in their spirits.  Mothers are the most priceless, unmatched, irreplaceable and loving beings                  God has ever created. Everyday without ceasing, Mothers are the truest reflection  of what it means to love unconditionally and sacrifice without limits.  It is often said that a Mother’s job is never done.  But being a Mother is not a job.   It is a service.  If being a Mother was a job, she would have received some  type of training for this position.  Mothers do not receive an instructional training manual when her newborn is  placed in her arms. She just has figure it out.  And low and behold, she does. Being a Mother is not a job.  It is a service. For if being a Mother was a job, she  could clock out at the end of her shift, go home and get some rest. She never  clocks out. Being a Mother is not a job.  It is a service. Her service is 24/7/365 without the  benefit two weeks vacation, a paycheck and a 401K.  Her benefit is knowing that  she makes a world of difference and has the greatest influence in the life of a child. Being a Mother is not a job. It is a service.  For if being a Mother was a job, she  would eventually be eligible for retirement.  A Mother retires when the Father says,  “Well done my good and faithful servant!” So to you, Mother, Ma, MaMa, MeMe, MeMa, Mom, Mommmmm, Mother Dear,  Big Momma, MaDear and Mommie,  We Say Thank You! There are not enough words to express the feelings we have for you.   You are beautiful (inside and out), loving, caring, thoughtful, sweet,  kind, generous, unique, forgiving, extremely special, selfless, prayerful  and a dedicated and loyal Mother. When it gets hard, you are tired and we don’t deserve it, thank you for continuing  to carry and nurture us. I thank God for you and pray God showers you with countless blessings. Happy Mother’s Day Everyday! Until Next Time, Joyce E. #itaintover
05.02.2017
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Yesterday, I attended a book signing for Emmy Award Winning Poet, Hank Stewart.  Donna Duke, founder and director of Maranathan Academy, hosted the event.  In addition to moving the attendees by the words of some of his most memorable works i.e. "Why Would You Stop In The Middle of A Storm", "It" and "Forever", Mr. Stewart spoke of the importance of time.  He shared that a person lives on average 82 years, which equates to approximately 30,000 days. Well, that bit of information led me to thinking and calculating.  Based upon my age, 50 years and 4 months plus or minus a day or two, I have lived 18,370 days.  Based on the statistics, I have 11,630 days remaining upon this earth. Fortunately, I am not a statistic. I very much hope and pray to live to be at least 100 years healthy.  Whether I live to be 82 or 100 years of age.  One thing is true. I have more yesterdays than I do tomorrows. As I look back over my yesterdays, I can recall highs, lows, good, bad, laughter and tears. I suspect my tomorrows will present the same opportunities.             At 18,370 days and counting, I will continue to approach my tomorrows with the same faith and promise that I carried in my yesterdays.  It Ain't Over! Each day is a gift. I did not do anything to receive it. Sometimes, I didn't deserve it. And I surely could never afford to purchase it.  I thank God the price was already paid for me. As long as the clock ticks, I am committed to walking in my purpose. I will plant tiny seeds of hope, trusting and believing God will do the rest.  And, I will continue to proclaim It Ain't Over!   When lives or being loss for senseless reasons, fake news is the new norm, alternative facts is a fancy way to lie, civil rights and equality is being threatened, and hope seemed to have departed from the White House, these scenarios can cause the most faithful person to feel hopeless, worried, stressed out or believe it is over.  I am not buying it! Next time you feel the urge to have doubts.  Count the number of yesterdays you have been blessed to live. Then count the number of tomorrows to hope to see. Then ask yourself, "Who promises to be with you all the days of your life?"   The answer to that question trumps everything!   A Word of Encouragement Read Psalms 23. When you get to Psalms 23:4, read it twice.   One time for your yesterdays and one time for your tomorrows. Psalms 23:4 Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear NO evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Until Next Time, Joyce E. #itanitover!
31.01.2016
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Joyce E.'s Blog: New Game - My Rules: Before writing the book, It Ain’t Over! Three Little Words that Lead to Personal and Professional Fulfillment , I was inspired to write my ...
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