Meli's world

                  Every Monday morning, I look back on a weekend well spent with my kids and I usually reflect with a picture of my Em & Ems (Emmanuel and Emeli) as I call them on my facebook. I miss them so much while I'm at work, that like most working parents, I feel guilty and can't wait to be with them again. That is until about 230pm when I walk into my parent's house to pick them up, that their fighting and chaos remind me that they look cuter in the picture. A picture, where all I see is their smiles and cute faces.                      My daughter is not even 3 yet, and she is already set on telling me no for the simplest commands. Its never that she doesn't want to do what I'm instructing her to; It seems instead she just prefers to do things her way or feel she is control. I never thought kids so small and innocent could be so manipulative, with their little smirks and sassy attitude. However I'm learning that kids, or us as humans in g

 So I've been reading lots of blogs, and watching lots of spoken word.  I've come up with new ideas and was reminded to keep God first.  I always knew writing and expressing was my calling.  I didn't know how He'd use it so I started to write.  To write about experiences and all HE has done.  To tell you about my life and the things HE made right.  Not to brag about me as if I did it alone, but to point you to Christ, the one who died for me and for you,  so that we wouldn't have to.  Its a matter of life or death and I need to warn you.  You're headed nowhere fast and your chances of dying are 1 out of 1.  You need to know there is more to life than what you've been living.  Salvation is free, His grace, love and mercy,  You can be forgiven.  I don't know what else He will do with my life,  but I want to continue about Him to write.  I don't want to place limits on what He could do.  His thoughts are higher, His plans are better.  I want to b

The other day as I was getting out of the car with the kids and we were unloading groceries, Emmanuel started to sing in his little made up Jamaican accent...."don't you worry about a thing, cause every little is going to be alright". As Emeli stumbled out the car after him singing along, I couldn't help but smile. And be thankful. Because time after time, every little thing has been alright. It didn't matter that I had a tight budget, and had to cut coupons to get the groceries. The joy was knowing that we can provide for our kids, thanks to our God who always provides for us. There is so much for me to learn about contentment. Believe me , I'm still learning. But the amazing thing is that for so long I thought all I wanted was to be happy. To have this beautiful life full of prosperity, and pleasure and free of suffering. The pursuit of happiness.... The one many of us embark us. Happiness comes from your circumstances. You can be happy when your accou

  From a young age, I knew that beauty was not just something we exhibit with our outer appearance, but a trait, and a way to describe someone who is nice, loving, kind, and perhaps even generous. In my mind, someone beautiful was that of the likes of Miss America who was not only pretty in the physical, but usually had something like the pursuit of higher education and a talent going for them. As well as have something pleasing to say about world peace or poverty and make sure to be involved in some sort of charity work if she won. Beauty, and the image of it today is more or less the same expectation. Someone who has brains, talent, a charitable cause, and most importantly in the media today makes sure they don't say anything that would ruffle feathers or make anyone feel uncomfortable.   Growing up, Boldness was something I wanted too. I wanted to go against the crowd. Not give into peer pressure or the fads of the time. I wanted to be a rebel, speak my mind, say things

       As most of you may already know, I wasn't 16 and pregnant, like the popular MTV show. Instead I was 16 and married. Yes married before I graduated, or officially got my driving license. Married before I got an actual job and before I knew what marriage was really going to require.     I met my husband my freshman year in high school and for many months only looked at him as a friend to share my "boy" drama with. But after many lunches, conversations, hanging out, inviting him to my church, dancing at my quince, and skipping many electives together, I was in love with my homeboy, my friend. And all of a sudden, all the guys that I was entertaining as potential suitors didn't matter anymore. Not after Emerald called my house on a Tuesday night while I was watching American Idol, to confess his love for me. I remember seeing his family name on the caller I.D and almost falling off my bed to get the phone to tell him my sister wasn't home. My