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Copyright 2025 Black Women in Communications LLC
Dear Diary ​

July 31 

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J​​​​uly 30

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​​July 29


​​S​ome people and situations are genuine. Others are fake as a three dolla bill. Know the difference.

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Its ok to feel angry about one thing or another. Just don't let it consume or distract you​, cause that be the goal sometimes.  Seek God to help you put things in perspective,  and  keep Him in the mix, so you  can focus on the things that are going right, not the things that are going wrong.
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I think about becoming a full time prayer warrior​, or  at least setting aside 3 - 4  hours each day for prayer, and/or, even setting aside a few weekends  each year, solely to  fast and  pray. Either/Or, I feel that prayer is a neccessity at this point, because there is just so much going on -- too much really. And there's no way to survive it without prayer, so I would be in prayer for peace and clarity ...  peace and clarity for myself, my  loved ones, my circle, and even the world at large.  I just don't think this world can be manuevered without prayer -- not successfully anyway. And the more you have going on, the more drama and  opposition you face. You feel me? So, be it a wolf in sheeps clothing, or just a straight up wolf, its coming for you  and your blessing by any means necessary.  That's  why, per Ephesians 6:10-18,  you  have to put on the whole armor of God aka  "a metaphorical set of spiritual defenses,"  to  get thru this thing called life, otherwise , issa wrap.  Long story short, the armor protects you, and helps you thrive.          Without it, you're just here, not thriving, not even living... just existing and subject to  the devils mess.  And thats not what God intended. He meant for us to thrive.  That's where the  Word comes in  (and Ephesians  6:10-18  in particular).   The Word is Gods glow up for your life, if you know how to use it.  Once you understand that, the devil can no longer trip you up or get in your head, but most importantly, he or she ( whichever the case may be) will get tired of trying. And thats just on periodt.


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The more I have, or the more some people think I have, the more  I am hated and envied. In other words, everybody don't love me, and I would be stupid to think  otherwise. Bottom line is, some people do not want me to be happy. Others have never wanted me to be happy. Its ok tho, because , for my part, I have to see people and situations for what they are... act accordingly... and keep moving toward Gods light. One things for sure, I no  longer have time to play with, or  get played by , people or situations who/that have been playin me my whole life. And thats just on periodt.

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J​​​​​uly 27

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I used to love recess when I was a kid ( ie. we went to the playground after lunch). The only thing better than recess was second  recess or extra​ recess. Thats when the teacher would say, " ok, if you kids are good, we'll go back out for recess this afternoon, " ( usually around 1 :15 ish ).  So , naturally, we were on our best behavior so as to get that second recess on those warm Spring days. Anyways, there were only so many swings, so, if you could get a swing, that was the best. ​ And then there was the merry go round. Two kids would get in the middle and push the rest of us. It was a lot of fun, except for that one time, when it was going so fast that I fell off (lol), and still have a scar on my elbow  to this day (lol). 

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J​​​uly 26


I love the sound of  crickets ... It's a throwback to my childhood no doubt, because it wasn't a Summer night in the country if you couldnt hear crickets , or see lightening bugs at dusk or evening. Speaking of lightening bugs tho, we use to catch one, place it in a glass jar, punch holes in the lid of the jar, and then chill. Unfortunately , the lightening bug was not meant to live in a glass bottle and/or without basic necessities, thus, it did not survive more than a day or two. We kept doing it tho ( ie. catch the lightening bug, place it in a bottle, punch holes in the lid ), only to get the same result. At the end of the day, the lightening bugs could not survive the environment that we subjected them to after we caught them -- for the simple fact that ... they were not meant to live like that. Very simply, and much like human beings, the lightening bugs must be in an environment where they can , not only live, but thrive. Needless to say, a glass jar aint it. Just wondering why it took me until now to understand that. But shout out to my big brother who use to catch lightening bugs with me back in the day : I miss you, and love you as much today as yesterday -- but not as much as tomorrow. And that just on periodt.​
  
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I also love the sound of rain   (another throwback to childhood when rain was plentiful  and natural...without cloud seeding).​​​ But guess what? I liked it before it was cool or popular to do so. Its a real thing now... with all of these rain videos on Youtube and whatnot, but I been likin the sound of rain, especially so when I'm in the right setting , because, otherwise, or if I'm not in the right setting, it hits differently (if you know what I mean).


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I miss Big Mama's sweet potatoe cobbler, black berry cobbler, tea cakes, mac n cheese,​ turkey, dressing , dress dogs and chicken dinners. She was the best cook ever... her and her sister that is ( my great aunt). No cook book, just her , her hands, instincts and memory. Oh, and did I mention her gourmet Kool Aid  ??? Now THAT I can duplicate. Big Mama stood on bidness when it came to that kitchen tho. And thats just on periodt.
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I miss my Big Papa too.​ His hands were beautiful, always smooth and manicured, with dimples at the base of each finger. I wonder somedays how  he managed to maintain such beautiful youthful hands, considering how hard he worked at the mill. I reckon it was just one of those things, because no matter how  the years went by, his hands stayed the same. And why am I the only one who remembers that he use to hum -- all the time no less ???  Oh, and on Thanksgiving, Big Papa would be the first person at the dinner table (lol)   (real talk). That is, Thanksgiving dinner was always at 3 pm, but Big Papa would  sit down at  1 pm (lol), and be grinning from ear to ear in his Mr Rogers sweater (lol). Those were the days. ​​Oh, and his favorite food ? Corn pudding. His favorite  artist? Ray Charles. I don't think he  cared for anyone else -- not that I can recall anyways.​​​​​​

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