My Son Lee

Tomorrow is my son Lee’s birthday. He will be 36 tomorrow September 23rd at 6:25pm his birth time. When Lee was born, everyone would comment that he was the prettiest baby they had ever seen. You can still hear his Aunt Betty make that claim. I should have entered him into a “pretty baby” contest but I never did, that just wasn’t me. He had so much beautiful black curly hair and it would grow in locks until it was cut when he was 2 years old. Lee was a fussy baby, he used to cry so much. It was overwhelming for a young, tired working mom who was always on the move. Lee NEVER wanted to go to sleep! Every night there was a battle..After his nice warm bath, I would give him “Sleepytime” tea trying to make him sleep all night. Nothing seemed to work! Some mornings, I would be so sleepy that it was hard to get up for work. But one day, someone told me to try soft music and I put a small radio in his room with the music on low. Wouldn’t you know that did the trick! When I went in to wake him up the next morning, he was sound asleep and had changed the radio station to classical music. From that time on, I would let him choose his own channel and more often than not, his music of choice would be classical. He would sleep in his own room all night after that with no problem. That must have been the start to his love affair with music.

Lee always loved to play..he was an outside child growing up. He was always running and as he got older would jump and hit the top of the door posts which often landed him in trouble at school. He loved to climb, and one day he had pulled a chair over to the refrigerator and had climbed up trying to get something on top when he slipped and hit his chin knocking out several of his teeth! Boy, was he a handful! I had to take him to Urgent Dental Care because it was a weekend. He also loved to play video games and the Sega Genesis was the thing when he was growing up. I will never forget how happy he was when he got his very own:). He told me that was the best day of his life and I was so happy I could get it for him.

In school, Lee was smart, but very mischievous. He was a class clown and would do little things to annoy his teachers. He was a regular in the Principals office, had his own desk in there but even today he still has a lot of great jokes! He is so comical, that is his gift bringing laughter and joy to others. Lee was never disrespectful, but very playful and sooo mischievous, he still has those same qualities today. Sometimes I didn’t know what to do with that boy, but he was my first born son and is the only grandson that carries my beloved father’s name.

I am very proud of the man Lee has become. Despite the fact that his biological father never spent much time with him, he has grown up to become a wonderful father. He is very devoted to his children and is a very active parent. Lee has gone through hard times and many difficulties both professionally and personally but he has been able to persevere and rise above the challenges. I think this has made him stronger in the end. He is blessed and highly favored for the word of the Lord says, “Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread”. (Psalm 37:25) Happy Birthday Son..I love you!! May God continue to Bless and Keep you and always direct your paths. There has never been, nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between the mother and a son.

The bond between a mother and her son lasts a lifetime. The bond between mother and son is a special one. It remains unchanged by time or distance. It is the purest love – unconditional and true. It is understanding of any situation and forgiving of any mistake. For a mother and her son, “Love never fails” 1 Corr 13:8.

My May Baby

December 5, 2017

Today is my second granddaughter’s birthday, Mayson Milan Bates. Mayson was born two years after my firstborne Mickale. My daughter got married on September 1, 2001 and Mayson was born the following year. When my daughter got pregnant with Mayson, I was very concerned. She had already had her first before finishing college, and I felt she was digging herself into a hole by having another child before she finished her program. She had already changed majors from Engineering to Education at her dad’s suggestion so she would have more time off to raise her family.

As once a single mother, and also a young mother, I knew how hard it was to work, raise a child, and go to school. It seemed like she was setting herself up for an astronomical feat, but I still wanted to support her. That’s what real mothers do. We try to raise them the best we can, and when they are grown we still try to support them even if our wishes for them are different. So, I tried..but it was hard because in my heart, I knew life would be hard for her. As mothers, you always want the very best for your children.

Today Mayson is 15 years old. It doesn’t seem like it but time really does fly!! It seems like only yesterday that she came home from the hospital. Me and her Gramps call her our “May Baby”. Not because she was born in May, but because she is like the freshness of Spring! Mayson is a breathe of fresh air, she is creative, artistic and has such a special zeal for life. Mayson beats to her own drummer, you never really know what she will come up with. May is always May. To know her is to Love her.

We are so proud of Mayson. She loves to sing, dance and mime that is the creative side of her. She is also a creative artist, she can draw, paint, etc! I think my Mayson will be my one grandchild that will follow in my footsteps and want to travel the world with an international career some day. Mayson is also quite a sportswoman, we found out that she is very athletic and once she puts her mind to something she is unstoppable. She plays basketball, I call her the “Finisher”, that is the name I chose for her when I saw her do the Finger roll one game. She plays with passion and ease. She also has a mean serve in Volleyball and has really taken off in that sport as well. Her Gramps calls her “Serving em up Mayson”. She is also my hurdler..she ran the 300 hurdles in junior high last year for the first time and finished the season with a strong finish qualifying for the States.

I am so proud of the young lady that Mayson has become. She is Freshman this year, just got her braces off, got contacts for the first time and her mother tells me she has a new hair doo. I can’t wait to see new pictures this Christmas even though she doesn’t like to take them. She is my second born, the joy of my heart and she always will be. Happy birthday May Baby! You are the Joy of Mamaw’s Life.

The ritual of Halloween

Everything you ever wanted to know about Halloween~!

The Origins of Halloween—What Does the Bible Say About Them?

The Bible’s answer

The Bible does not mention Halloween. However, both the ancient origins of Halloween and its modern customs show it to be a celebration based on false beliefs about the dead and invisible spirits, or demons.—See  “Halloween history and customs.”

The Bible warns: “There must never be anyone among you who . . . consults ghosts or spirits, or calls up the dead.” (Deuteronomy 18:10-12The Jerusalem Bible) While some view Halloween as harmless fun, the Bible indicates that the practices associated with it are not. At 1 Corinthians 10:20, 21, the Bible says: “I do not want you to be participants with demons. You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons too.”—New International Version.

Halloween history and customs

  1. Samhain:The origin of Halloween can be traced to this “ancient pagan festival celebrated by Celtic people over 2,000 years ago,” states The World Book Encyclopedia. “The Celts believed that the dead could walk among the living at this time. During Samhain, the living could visit with the dead.” However, the Bible clearly teaches that the dead “are conscious of nothing at all.” (Ecclesiastes 9:5) Thus, they cannot contact the living.
  2. Halloween costumes, candy, and trick or treat:According to the book Halloween—An American Holiday, An American History, some of the Celts wore ghoulish costumes so that wandering spirits would mistake them for one of their own and leave them alone. Others offered sweets to the spirits to appease them. In medieval Europe, the Catholic clergy adopted local pagan customs and had their adherents go from house to house wearing costumes and requesting small gifts. The Bible, on the other hand, does not permit merging false religious practices with the worship of God.—2 Corinthians 6:17.
  3. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, witches, and zombies:These have long been associated with the evil spirit world. (Halloween Trivia) The Bible clearly states that we should oppose wicked spirit forces, not celebrate with them.—Ephesians 6:12.
  4. Halloween pumpkins, or jack-o’-lanterns:In medieval Britain, “supplicants moved from door to door asking for food in return for a prayer for the dead,” and they would carry “hollowed-out turnip lanterns, whose candle connoted a soul trapped in purgatory.” (Halloween—From Pagan Ritual to Party Night) Others say that the lanterns were used to ward off evil spirits. During the 1800’s in North America, pumpkins replaced turnips because they were plentiful as well as easy to hollow out and carve. The beliefs behind this custom—the immortality of the soul, purgatory, and prayers for the dead—are not based on the Bible.—Ezekiel 18:4.

CELEBRATIONS LIKE HALLOWEEN WORLDWIDE

Halloween has generally been regarded as an American holiday. Yet this celebration has become popular in many parts of the world. Additionally, there are other festivities that are like Halloween in that they celebrate the existence and activity of spirit creatures. Shown here are some of the popular holidays like Halloween around the globe:

North America – Day of the Dead

South America – Kawsasqanchis

Europe – Day of the Dead and variations of Halloween

Africa – Dance of the Hooded Egunguns

Asia – Bon Festival

HALLOWEEN TIME LINE

FIFTH CENTURY B.C.E. – The Celts observe the festival of Samhain at the end of October, when they believe ghosts and demons roam the earth more so than at other times.

FIRST CENTURY C.E. – The Romans conquer the Celts and adopt the spiritistic rituals of Samhain.

SEVENTH CENTURY C.E. – Pope Boniface IV is said to have established the annual celebration of All Saints’ Day to honor martyrs. *

ELEVENTH CENTURY C.E. – The second of November is designated as All Souls’ Day to commemorate the dead. Observances surrounding All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day are collectively called Hallowtide.

EIGHTEENTH CENTURY C.E. – The name of the holiday, Hallowe’en (Hallow Evening) appears in print as Halloween.

NINETEENTH CENTURY C.E. – Thousands of people who move from Ireland to the United States bring with them Halloween customs that, in time, combined with similar customs of emigrants from Britain and Germany, as well as Africa and other parts of the world.

TWENTIETH CENTURY C.E. – Halloween becomes a popular nationwide holiday in the United States.

TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY C.E. – Commercial interest in Halloween grows into a worldwide multibillion-dollar industry.

 

As a young Christian parent, I struggled with this for many years.  When I was growing up, we always looked forward to going out Trick or Treating with my siblings and my cousins.  You would stay out for hours with your pillow case and would come home dead tired with tons of candy and goodies.  It was so much fun, it was the only time you were actually allowed to be out after the street lights came on.  It was never even a thought or discussed with us that it was a pagan activity and was contrary to the word of God.    

 As a parent, you want your children to be accepted by their peers and to “fit in” so you buy them a costume, or allow them to go out and Trick or Treat.  When I was in grade school, you would wear your costume to school and we would actually have a parade and walk around the block so the neighbors could see us.  It was really a big deal!  I remember all too well  a time when my children were young and I was a member of a church that will go unnamed.  Some of the parents organized a party with apple bobbing, games, treats every year in lieu of Trick or Treat for the children to keep them safe and off the streets.  It was attended by some children, but not all and was hotly debated even by some of the members.  I don’t remember where the Pastor stood on it but he did allow us to have the party.  There was one lady who lived on my block that went to my church before I became a member and she would give out Christian pamphlets as the children would come to her house.  Many at the church said we “should not” be allowing our children to participate in this pagan ritual.

 I was on the fence, I agreed with what they were saying on one hand, but at the same time, I wanted my children to have the experience that I had as a child.  I also wanted them to be able to go out with the other neighborhood children.  As long as their costume was something presentable i.e. Christian like a princess or a pumpkin or something like that, I let them wear the costume.  I once was young, but now I’m old and after many years, I realize that I should have stood my ground and made more of an effort to find other creative things for my children to do to take the place of Trick or Treat.  I did when I could, but I should have been more persistent and for that, I am sorry because they still continue with the ritual.     

 When I hear today that Halloween is the highest grossing holiday after Christmas, I know the ritual will continue, after all money talks.  Everything today has become so commercialized.  But we must also remember as the bible tells us in 1Timothy 6:10 “For the love of money is the root of all evil” and as long as there is money to be made, the ritual will continue.         

 To all the Christian parents who succumb to the pressures of this world and allow their children to celebrate this pagan ritual that celebrates ghosts, goblins, witches, witchcraft and the occult, the only thing I can do is pray for the strength and wisdom of the parents, and that their eyes will be opened because I was once them.  I pray for myself, and for them “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.” Luke 23:34

 

Happy Anniversary Daddy!

October 15, 2017

Four years ago today, my daddy left us.  But I understand..he was sooo tired, he fought a good fight.  I can still remember the day so vividly, it was shortly before midnight on the 15th of October.  We got an emergency call from the hospital from my sister Gwen telling us Daddy was leaving us…   Me, Mom and my husband had just left the hospital for the night and just got home, not even 30 minutes before the call.

Life has been so different without him, he was truly the Patriarch of our family.  I am living in Arizona now.  I am working in a very different career field, I am meeting new friends and many new acquaintances.  I am sure he is keeping up with what is going on, that’s just the way he was.

I can’t talk to you every day now Daddy, but I think about you every day.  You will always be in my heart and mind.  I will always love you.

Baby Girl

My granddaughter Mickale

My granddaughter Mickale!

Today is my first born Granddaughter’s birthday, Mickale Regine Bates, Sweet 17!    WOW, I really can’t believe that this is the same little baby that we bought home 17 years ago.  She has been the apple of our eye and we have adored her since the day she was born.  Her uncle Novein was only 9 years old at the time and he tried soooo hard to stay up until she was born….but he couldn’t make it and fell asleep.  She was born at 11:52pm on October 14th.  When he woke up he said “Is she here?  Am I an Uncle yet”.  She is his “FB” too, Mickale made Novein an “Uncle”.

I can remember all the wonderful things about Mickale, when she first started to walk, when she first started to talk, her beautiful smile, when she got Christened at church, and when she could finally say “Mamaw”.  She used to pronounce it Maw Maw, but it would melt my heart all the same.  I was a young grandmother,  only 42 when she was born..but I was so proud.  I couldn’t wait to pick her up, and take her around with me to show her off!  She was the cutest baby ever, and she was mine!!   We would go shopping, take walks in the stroller, and she was with me in her carrier the first time she voted in a presidential race.  I still have that picture of her in the voting booth.  Mamaw setting a good example for her right from the start to be a good, productive citizen.

I remember the day she walked down the aisle to join church to give her life to Christ as a candidate for baptism.  It was on my birthday, the best present anyone could ever hope for!   I was so surprised, and so proud of her.  My oldest grandchild, setting the standard for the younger ones coming behind her.   The day she was baptized, I was on Cloud 9.   We had a party for her afterwards to show her how excited we were about her decision to follow Christ.  That will undoubtedly be the most important decision of her life, learning to love and fear God Almighty.  I realized then and now that everyone must make their own faith walk, as much as you love your children and grandchildren, you can’t stand for them.  They will have to stand an give an account for themselves at the final judgment.  It is only through faith, fear, and reverence that we can hear:  “Well done good and faithful servant!  You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things”(Matthew 25:23).  That is my sincere prayer for Mickale.

Words cannot express how much she is growing up, and growing away from me.  She went to her first homecoming this year, and she was the prettiest one there!   I am so proud of the young woman she is becoming.   She is 17 now, a full fledged teenager and involved in school, extracurricular activities, and her friends but I hope she will always have some time for her Mamaw.  Happy Birthday Mickale, you will always be the apple of Mamaw’s eye because you will always be my First Born (FB).   May God continue to bless you, and hide you under his wing of protection, now and forever.

Love you to life, Mamaw.

 

Fruit of the Spirit

The Sermon for Sunday, October 1st was “Gentleness” taken from Galatians 5:22-23.  It was a very good sermon and focused on “gentleness” only one of the fruits of the spirit but something really stood out to me.  If you only focus on one of the fruits of the spirit, no matter which one, it will always lead you back to “Love”.

The Fruit of the Holy Spirit:

Gal. 5:22.  But the fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,

Gal. 5:23.  Meekness, temperance:  against such, there is no law.

Only as we live in love can we fulfill the will of God in our lives.  The believer must become love-inspired, love-mastered and love-driven.   Without the fruit of the Spirit (love), we are just a religious noise (1Cor.13:1).

“The fruit of the Spirit is love” and it is manifested in joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.  I love the following analogy that was used in my Open Bible:

(1) Joy is love’s strength;

(2) Peace is love’s security;

(3) Long-suffering is love’s patience;

(4) Gentleness is love’s conduct;

(5) Goodness is love’s character;

(6) Faith is love’s confidence;

(7) Meekness is love’s humility;

(8) Temperance is love’s victory;

“Against such there is no law”.

A Holy Spirit filled man or woman needs no law to cause him or her to live a righteous life.  A Holy Spirit filled man or woman will live a righteous life because they  have put  their “all” on the altar.  Only then can the Holy Spirit fill your heart with the love of God”.  (Rom. 5:5, Rom 12:1-2).   Simply put “God is Love”.

 

In Loving Memory of My Father On Memorial Day

This is Memorial Day weekend, so for me it is only fitting that I remember my father who left so suddenly in 2013. From the first moment I had the presence of mind to know he was my father, it was love at first sight. My mother told me the day she brought me home from the hospital my Dad took off with me. She was unpacking her things and when she turned around, my Dad was gone and had taken me with him. He returned later in the day and she found out he had taken me around to my Aunts, and some of his friends to show me off. She said I was his pride and joy, and I always felt that way. When I was of preschool age, my mom and dad both worked and I stayed with my Grandmother during the day. I remember my Grandmother telling me how smart I was as a child. She couldn’t believe how instinctive I was at such a young age! She said every day, at a certain time of day, I would post at the window just glaring out because I knew my daddy would be there soon. And every day like clockwork, he would show up and pick me up to go home. I loved him so much, I still remember him playing games with me in the car like driving with no hands, making funny faces, or just acting silly to get a reaction from me, and I would giggle; I ate it up every time! Very few people knew that side of my Dad because he was so quiet and reserved. But I always adored him. He was the apple of my eye, and I know he felt the same. He always called me “baby girl”, I was always the baby no matter how old I was. I will always be his baby girl until the day I leave this earth. My father passed away on October 15, 2013, nine days after being admitted to the hospital. He was 88 years old. I remember feeling so helpless watching him lay there with all of those gadgets and monitors hooked up to him. And worse, he had a ventilator in his throat so in his final days, I could never hear his voice. I remember my last moments with him, and how precious they will always be to me. I would spend the night with him and read to him, or go early in the morning before everyone else would get there, just to sit and talk to him. It was my way of letting him know how much I loved him, and I know he heard me because he would quietly nod in agreement or blink his eyes. I love you Daddy, you will forever be etched in my heart. It was from you that I learned what real love is, and more importantly how to love. I know you are looking down from Heaven watching over me as you always have. We would talk every day and oh how I miss you so. But I know there is no more pain, and you are resting in peace, that is my only consolation. Sleeping with the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords, that was and still is my prayer for you. What a blessing you were in my life, and in the lives of so many others. Today, I no longer peer out the window, I look heavenward, until we meet again. Just like you always taught me, not with words, but with deeds, “Love never fails”.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8New International Version (NIV)

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails.

Que Pensez Vous

4/29/2017 – Oh my, how time flies!  To all of my Friends, it has been far too long and I have really missed you all.  For more than 5 years, I have been offline, but now I am back in action and it is good to be back with you.  I couldn’t even remember my password(s)…and boy oh boy the process just to reactivate my account was very challenging.  I had to start over from square one, but sometimes starting over is not always as bad as it sounds.

“Que Pensez Vous” means what do you think in French.  It’s all about whats been going on with me, as well as what’s going on in your life and what your thoughts are, so please feel free to share!  My goal is to link this site to my Facebook account once I have it up and running.

When I made the decision to go off line, I really didn’t know how long I would be away.  With my life in a state of transition, I was forced to endure many twists and turns.   But by the grace of God, I have no regrets…it’s all about growing.  So in honor of my upcoming “60th” Birthday, my goal for the next few months is to play catch-up.  What does that mean?  It means doing a series of small posts on a regular basis to give you a glimpse of where my journey has taken me, and how my life has come full circle.  Can “Mamaw” get her Groove Back?  I have seven grandkids, and that’s what they call me, Mamaw!  Well I don’t know if I can get it back or not, but I’m going to give it my all and let you be the judge.  Stay tuned for the next post!  Take care and I pray for God’s continual blessings on each of you.

Fondest Regards,

Regina