Monday, December 13, 2010

Her Beauty.

What makes a woman beautiful?

Is it her curves? Is it her smile? Is it her personality? Her cooking?

Many men do not know how to comprehend the beauty of such creatures. Their definitions are boiling sporadic combustions as to what the media formulated for the ideal lady to bring home to momma.

Well, I am a woman of worth. And I know what makes me beautiful.

Pay attention.

A woman is beautiful because of her womb. Pregnancy is a woman's gift to the world. Women of worth give birth to God's children. Be gentle with a woman. She could be the mother of your next bundle of joy.

A woman is beautiful when wearing heels. Yes, I said it. Stilettos. Pumps. Whatever you want to call them. Heels are what makes a woman stand out with FIERCE inside the crowd. Her world is her runway. As she slips in her favorite 6-inch-killers, one by one, BEWARE. :)

A woman is beautiful because of her relationship with God. A woman who has a relationship with God is undoubtedly the sexiest woman in the world. Trust me, I know. I am one. Are you? Do you know another lady who is too? And it is not because she is able to recite 17 scriptures under 10 seconds. But because she knows who her KING is and leave the wannabes alone.

A woman is beautiful because of her pout. It's her signature of her sensitive side. Side note: A woman will never agree with you. Hello! We have our own mind of our own! Hahaha!

More importantly, a woman is beautiful simply because she is a woman. Whether she is tall, long haired, bald, white, dark, curvy, bone straight, chunky, quiet, loud, she is thee precious gift of God. Without the woman, the world would be boring and nothing.

Advice: Treat every single woman you see with respect because she is perfectly designed by God with his ink of dignity and grace.

Whether she is your 90-year-old grandmother or your 5-year-old sister who thinks she rules the world, tell her she is beautiful.

"You can never steal a woman's beauty. Nor recreate it."
Appreciate it.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus,

My name is RJ. I am 2 years old. I am about to be 3.

Are you busy? Can we talk? Where are you? I want to tell you I love you. Every night, I see my daddy fall on the floor with his hands to his face and he whispers words to your Daddy.

Do you think your Daddy can help my daddy? Please?

Pretty please?

I think my daddy is sick. His head is always hurting. NaNa says daddy is getting better though. But sometimes he does not play with me when he take that weird medicine. Sometimes my daddy even cries. I don't want him to cry. No more.

My daddy is hurting. He still smiles though. He always taking good care of me. He buys me Spider Man house shoes and he buys me big boots. They are black.

But sometimes my daddy is always sleepy. Please ask your Daddy to take care of my daddy.

Thanks for the talk.



P.S. My birthday is on Christmas. Like yours. I hope you get a lot of presents.

Oh.... I love my daddy. A lot.

Bye bye.