In God We Trust

via Daily Prompt: Martyr

Jacqueline and Sierra had been friends since elementary school. They walked home together everyday. They played together, ate lunch together, sat next to each other in class, even spent the night at each other’s house. They were literally inseparable. As they got older, they started to realize they each had different outlooks on life. It was their sophomore year of high school, and Jacqueline started to notice a major change in Sierra’s attitude towards her. Jacqueline was always the bookworm, while Sierra on the other hand was the rebel. Jacqueline was always the one to bail Sierra out of countless situations. No matter how much trouble Sierra had caused, Jacqueline remained a loyal friend to her.

One day while walking to class, Jacqueline noticed Sierra talking to Charlotte. She never really cared for Charlotte and couldn’t understand why Sierra would want to hang around her. Charlotte was known as the “easy” one at school and had been with almost every guy on the football team. She was about to approach the two girls when she was pulled away by Janet, a classmate of hers. “Hey Jackie, wait up!” she yelled. She turned around to see Janet running towards her wildly waiving papers. “Whoa Janet! What’s the big hurry?” “They posted the parts for the play.” she replied with excitement. “Are you kidding me let’s go!” she squealed as she grabbed Janet’s hand and rushed down the hall. Janet, Charlotte, Jacqueline, and Sierra all had drama class together. Their teacher, Mrs. Wright had announced that the school play would be Romeo and Juliet. Each of the girls were dying to get the part of Juliet. Just before she got to the billboard with names, she yelled for Sierra, “Hey SiSi, c’mon. They posted the parts for the school play!” She waited for Sierra to catch up before they all ran towards the billboard. By the time they got there, the plethora of people surrounding the billboard made it impossible to see who got which part. When she was able to make her way up to the billboard, she started to feel the sting of eyes burning a hole through her back. She turned around to see a lot of envious faces ripping her to shreds. “What’s wrong with everyone?” Janet whispered. “I’m not sure. I haven’t done anything.” “Oh yes you did! You got the lead part!” Janet shouted. Jacqueline turned her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she had gotten the part as Juliet. The two girls jumped up and down with glee. That was soon interrupted by her friend, “I hope you’re happy. Stealing my part.” Sierra said with disdain. “Um excuse me, your part? I don’t think so sweetie. I earned that part fair and square.” she replied sternly. Just as Sierra was about to step to Jacqueline, Janet jumped in between the two. “First of SiSi you need to chill alright. Jacqueline has been more than good to you. She’s helped you out more situations than you can count on your hand. The least you could do is be happy for her.” “I don’t think I was talking to you.” “But, I’m talking to you. Back off!” she stated firmly. Sierra backed down and smirked. “You’ll regret this.” she said in a low but cold tone. Jacqueline felt a wave a heat run through her body. She couldn’t understand what she had done to make her friend so angry at her.

Later that evening, while Jacqueline was cleaning out her closet, she found an old picture of her and Sierra. She stared at the picture and felt a small grin form at the corner of her lips. So many fun times and memories they shared together. She thought back on the one time that Sierra had lost her virginity and thought she was pregnant. “Oh my God Jackie! My mom is going to kill me if she finds out.” she said. “SiSi calm down. Remember what I told you. When it gets to this point, just pray. Slow your breathing and pray. God doesn’t answer worried prayers. He answers honest and sincere prayers.” “Jackie, this is no time for praying! How am I supposed to pray. I’m only 12 Jackie!” she fussed. “Sierra, yelling at me is not going to solve your problems. Calm down, take a moment, and breath.” she replied. Defeated, Sierra sat back in her chair and breathed. She breathed heavy slow breaths. “You feel it now?” “Yes, I feel it.” “Great. That’s how you are supposed to feel. Calm and relaxed. My mom always told me if you are going to stress about it then don’t pray. If you are going to pray, then don’t stress. Everything will be alright. Let’s bow our heads and pray.”

Jacqueline was brought up with heavy Christian values, and practically spent every waking moment with her head in the bible. She read her bible so much, that she could recite scriptures and verses with her eyes closed. She tried to get Sierra into the bible heavy as well, and for a while she though she had. She would come over every day, and the girls would practice scriptures and apply them to certain situations that occurred in their every day life. They prayed before they parted ways, and would pray in the morning when they met up for school. That all changed when they started high school. Sierra started seeing how much attention all the popular girls were getting from the boys, and she craved it. Jacqueline tried her best to keep her on the right path and away from the tumultuous world of boys and hormones. It was to no avail. When Sierra met Charlotte, everything went downhill from there. She started ignoring Jacqueline. Turning her nose up at everything she did, criticizing her for her strong Christian beliefs. She even went so far as to spread a rumor about the girl being a freak and that she was easy to get with. That rumor was quickly put to rest, when word got out that she was still a virgin and hadn’t seen any part of a man except his face and hands. Her mother warned her to cut ties with Sierra, but she couldn’t. That was her friend. As a matter of fact, besides Janet and Claire, Sierra was really the only other friend she had. She had a great bond with Janet and Claire, but not like Sierra. They hadn’t been through the things that she and Sierra had. They hadn’t grown up together. They didn’t have the same history. She could hear her mom’s voice now, “Girl let me tell you something, anyone who lies on you is not your friend. Remember Lucifer was once and angel. He was cast out of heaven for trying to overthrow God’s authority. I’m not saying compare yourself to God, but the lies Lucifer told just to get people to listen to him instead of God, is what we need to pay attention to.”

Jacqueline put the picture on her dresser and continued to clean out her closet. Once she was finished organizing the shoes, she glanced over at the clock. “Oh Lord, I’m going to be late for bible study.” she stated. She hoped up off the floor and quickly straightened her clothes. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing her bible and house key and rushing out the door. “Jackie!” her mother called out to her. “Yes mama?” “You’re forgetting your jacket. It’s cold out here.” She hadn’t noticed the sudden temperature change before she rushed out the door. “Sorry mama.” she said as she ran back to grab it. “Love you mama. I’ll be back after bible study.” she replied and rushed down the street.

As she approached the corner where she and Sierra usually met, she noticed an usually large group of people standing around. Jacqueline wasn’t the kind of person who was drawn to large crowds, but for some reason, this particular crowd grabbed her attention. As she got closer and closer, she saw what appeared to be a young boy laying motionless in the street. She eased her way through the crowd and noticed Stacy standing on the other side. She made her way over to where she was “Hey Stacy, what’s going on?” “Remember Jackson, the little Jewish boy in art class?” “Yea, he was shot a few minutes ago.” “Oh my Lord. Why?” “For being Jewish.” “Stacy, you can’t be serious.” “Oh no Jackie, I’m as serious as they come.” “How do you kill someone for being Jewish? That’s no reason to die!” she shot back. “Jackie I know that. Heck, I’m Jewish, but do you think I want to end up like him?” “Stacy that’s no reason to hide your religion. You believe in what you believe in and no one can take that away from you.” “Well, they took it from Jackson.” “Yea, and whoever did it was a coward. No one deserves to be martyred because your beliefs are different. That’s preposterous!” she said with deep disdain. As the police cars approached the scene, the crowd began to dissipate, and peopled were pushed back out of the street. As one detective approached the body, Jacqueline noticed the look of surprise on his face. She studied him for minute. The look on his face perplexed her. “He’s a detective, why would he be surprised to see a dead body. I mean, hasn’t he seen hundreds of them?” she thought. After a few moments, the detective said, “He’s Jewish. He’s the fourth one this week.” “You thinking hate crime?” the other detective asked. “Possibly. Someone is going on their own genocide spree.” “This is a shame. You can’t even have your own faith and belief without someone trying to impose their faith and beliefs on you. All because this kid is Jewish he gets killed. Whatever happened to freedom of religion in this country?”

I know there are all sorts of faiths, beliefs, and religions in this country. Although a Jewish boy was killed, don’t take offense to this. This was written to shed light on all of the hatred that is going on in the world today. So much killing because people have different beliefs. Let no one take your faith or belief away from you. It is your right and your choice. No one should be punished for being different.

May we continue to pray for this world and the people in it.  God Bless.  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/martyr/

Practice What You Preach

 

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“Mmm, yes baby, that’s the spot.” Carrie moaned as she lay across the bed in pure ecstasy. She squirmed around in the bed as Fred worked his tongue in between her legs. She was in so much bliss, that she hadn’t heard the alarm going off to indicate the front door had just opened. Just as she was about to reach her climax, she popped open her eyes to see her husband standing in the door. “Oh my God, James!” she screeched as she pushed Fred’s head from between her legs. “What the hell is going on in here? Carrie what the hell are you doing?” he shouted. “James, baby wait. I can explain.” “Explain? Explain? You are really going to try and explain his head in between your legs Carrie? Really. Go ahead, I’d like to see you try.” he replied angrily. Carrie rushed off the bed and grabbed her sweatpants off the chair and hurried to put them on. Carrie knew her husband had a temper, so it was only a matter of time before Fred would be sitting in a dentist’s office trying to realign his jaw. Just as she ran over to shield Fred from James’s blow, she was caught in the face with his elbow as his fist connected with Fred’s jaw. She stumbled back while holding her left eye. She knew she’d have a black eye later, but right now she had to stop the WWE match that was going on in her bedroom. “James stop! Get off of him. You are going to kill him!” she shouted. It was to no avail. He turned around and pushed Carrie so hard that she flew back into the closet mirror shattering the glass. Carrie was a petite woman that stood about 5 feet 5 inches tall and only weighed about 130 pounds. James on the other hand was all muscle. He was about 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed a solid 250. So, his push was very forceful. Carrie attempted to get up and rush back to Fred’s aid, but was halted by the sharp pain that ran through her foot. She lifted up her foot only to find the biggest shard of glass poking out of the heel of her foot. She attempted to pull it out, but the pain was so unbearable. She carefully crawled over to James who was still pouncing on Fred, and with all her might, pushed him off of him. “James would you stop. Look at him. I believe you’ve gotten your point across!” she shouted. “My point across? What point would that be Carrie! Tell me, what’s the point?” he yelled. Carrie fell back in defeat as the tears streamed down her face. Between sniffles she managed to whisper the words “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” “Sorry? You didn’t look sorry a few minutes ago.” She sat on the floor as he tossed insult after insult after insult. The sting of his words cut her so deep, she forgot all about the glass shard sticking out of her foot. “What’s that in your foot?” he asked once he was through belittling her. She wiped her face, and looked around at her room. She noticed all the destruction she had caused. A broken closet mirror, a cracked dresser drawer, a broken head board, and cut foot. She had almost forgotten about her eye until she winced at the pain of her foot as she tried to get up off the floor. “Carrie let me help you.” he replied apologetically. “No, no James. It’s fine. I’ll manage.” she said through sniffles. Just as she looked up, she noticed the tears streaming down his face. “James I’m sorry. It’s just that we had been arguing so much for the past three months, I let my assumptions get the best of me.” “Yea but Carrie, that’s not the way we handle things. How long?” “This was the first time. I promise. There hadn’t been any other times. No, we hadn’t went all the way. I’m not sure if that makes it any better, but we didn’t.” “No, Carrie that doesn’t make it any better.” She turned her face away in embarrassment. He turned her face back towards him. It was then that he finally noticed the swelling to her left eye. “Did I do that?” he asked sincerely. She nodded slightly. “Oh God Carrie! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.” Just as she was about to say something, Fred’s moans brought them both back to reality. James dropped Carrie on the bed and went over to help Fred up to his feet. “Bruh you need to leave!” he said sternly. Fred attempted to open his eyes and look around. His face was so badly beaten, that he could barely be recognized. “Carrie, what happened?” he whispered. “Just go Fred. Just go.” she replied. “Bruh I just told you to go. Do you need anymore help?” James replied, frustration rising in his voice. They both watched as Fred drug himself to the front door and left. Carrie fell back on the bed and nearly passed out. “Oh God, Carrie!” James shouted as he rushed to her aid. “I think I’ve lost too much blood. The room is starting to spin.” she explained. “We’re going to the hospital.” he assured her. Before she could say anything else, the room went black and fell into darkness. 

 

Stay tuned for Part 2  #everydayinspiration

Lay It On The Line: The Begining

“Yo, bro what’s good?” Jessie said. He watched as James got in the car on the passenger side. “Dang bro took you long enough,” he replied as he closed the door. “Man shut up. I had some business to take care of.” Jessie replied as he let out a light chuckle. James glanced at him in disgust. “You gone keep on bro that girl is going to end up pregnant.” “Man no she ain’t. You just hating.” “Trust me, I’m not.” “Anyway, you ready to do this?” “Been ready.” Jessie quickly threw on his seat belt, put the car in gear and sped off into the night.

Jessie and James had known each other since they were kids. They lived down the street from each other. They went to the same schools, ran with the same crowds, and hung out at the same park. Jessie was the older of the two, so James followed his every move. From the first day they met, James idolized Jessie. He thought of him as the older brother he never had. James’ mom was the stricter of the two, so he was always in the house at a certain time. Jessie had a little more freedom since his mom worked at night, and his dad was never home. Jessie was always into some sort of mischief. He would get into street brawls with the other children on the street, bully them into doing whatever it was he wanted, or just plain taking things that he felt he should have. A few of the parents complained to his mother about his behavior, but it was to no avail. His mom tried her best to punish him, but he would just go back to doing the same thing. James, on the other hand, was the calmer one. He tried to get along with a lot of the children on the street. For the most part, the children didn’t mind playing with James, that is until Jessie came around. Then the other children would scatter and act as if they didn’t know him.

 

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As they rode around the neighborhood, they saw what appeared to be a silhouette of a male figure walking down the sidewalk. “What about him?” Jessie asked. “Get closer, so I can tell you yes or no,” James replied. Jessie sped up to get a closer look at the male figure and was surprised to learn that the male was, in fact, a really tall female. “So, what you want to do?” Jessie asked. “It’s a female. I’m not sure about this one.” James replied hesitantly. “Man look at what she has on. I don’t discriminate.” Jessie stated. “Alright bro, let’s do it,” James said. Jessie smiled as he reached under his seat and pulled out a small bag. He untied the bag revealing two small vials filled with white powder. James smiled as he anticipated their first buy of the night. Jessie rolled down the window and motioned for the woman to come over to the car. He waited as the woman hesitantly walked to the car. “Yo, what’s good sweetie? I got that good stuff you looking for” he explained. “Oh yeah, what you got?” Jessie opened his hand and watched as a wide grin formed across the woman’s face. “How much?” she asked. “$150 sweetie.” “Dang, you all sure do know how to tax a sister.” “It’s all business baby.” “I guess so,” the woman said as she searched around in her purse for the money. After a few seconds, she pulled out a wad of cash and rolled off two one-hundred dollar bills and handed it to him. “Don’t try and cheat me out of my change,” she said sternly. “I’m not sweetie. I wouldn’t do you like that.” Jessie replied as he reached into his pocket for a fifty dollar bill. He handed the woman her change along with the two vials and politely thanked her for her purchase. 

“Bro, when did you start selling that?” James asked. “This is my first time. I’ve had it for a while now, I was just too nervous to sell it.” Jessie explained. “$150 for those two small things?” “Yes, sir. $150.” James let out a hardy laugh and slapped his knees. “Bro, we  are about to be paid. Put me in,” he replied. Jessie smirked arrogantly and nodded his head.

This was the start of a new business venture for them. The boys set out that night to make as much money as possible, by any means necessary. What they didn’t know was just as quickly as they started, it would end even quicker.

Remembering The Times….

Late at night as I sit up in my room, often times my mind starts to wonder. Remembering the fun times we shared, the laughs we shared, the secrets we told. I often wonder about how life would be if you were still here. I question why God had to take you. Everytime I think about your absence, I get overwhelmed with anger. My palms get sweaty. My breaths speed up, and then I faintly hear you say “I’m alright.” I calm down and fight back tears.

Late at night as I sit up in my room, I sometimes find myself smiling. Remembering the jokes we made up, the songs we created, the skits we performed. I often wonder how life would be if you were still here. How hard I’d be laughing right now. How I’d yearn for your touch. How I couldn’t wait for you to come home. How I yearned for your company.

Late at night as I sit up in my room, I always find myself feeling empty. Lost without you. Trying to find my own way. How I’d wait for you before we went home. How we’d go everywhere together. How being away from each other had us both feeling awkward.

Late at night as I sit up in my room, I try to think of nothing but happy times. The sweet love we made. The late night cuddling. The “just because” gifts. The “out of nowhere” surprises. As I think about all of these things, I get lost. I feel empty. I get mad, because I feel like you left me here to fend for myself. Then I start to remember the last words you said to me. Then my mind eases a little. It eases knowing that leaving me was not your intention, but the deliberate intentions of someone else.

Late at night as I sit up in my room, I keep praying and hoping that your killer be brought to justice. I pray everyday that the Lord will serve justice according to his will for the person that took you away from me. Parts of me wish the person would endure the same fate that life gave you. Then I realize, in order for you to rest in peace, the Lord has to be able to work. Wishing bad on another person just because they have wronged me is not the way to heal.

Late at night as I sit up in my room, I start to blame myself. I often wonder how differently things would have went had I not given you the keys. I wonder how differently things would have been had we both turned our phones off. I often wonder what life would be like if your were still here. I question God as to why he had to take you. I know now that this world was not for you. He saw a better place for you to be. I still haven’t accepted you being gone, however, I am learning to live with it.

Late at night as I sit up in my room, I find myself saying I love you. I smile because I know if you were here, you’d say it back. Remembering the good times we shared, and the laughter we created, makes life that much more difficult to endure. I know you’re up there with God looking down on us. I know you’re up there with God, watching over us. I know God has a plan for each and everyone of us.

In loving memory of my boyfriend Bryan Ramon Davis-Jones who was murdered on October 18, 2016. Rest in peace sweetie. Your spirit lives through all the lives you’ve touched. Gone too soon but never forgotten……

In the Midst of It All: Forbidden Treasures: Part 7

I sat anxiously waiting on the doctors to give me an update on Brown’s condition. It’s almost 2 a.m. and I’ve been pacing back and forth ever since they took him back to the operating table. I cried so much, my eyes were hurting. My phone had went dead almost a half an hour ago. I know my mom was probably worried sick. I checked my pocket for change so I could use the pay phone in the lobby. I scrambled up 75 cents to call my mom. She answered on the first ring, “Lord Brent where the heck are you? I’ve been calling you non-stop for hours. What’s wrong with you?” she screamed. “Ma, it’s Brown. He got shot.” She gasped for air. “Sweetie are you alright? Where are you?” “I’m at St. Lendon Hospital, on 89th and Collin Street.” “Sit tight sweetie. I’ll be there in a minute.” she stated right before she hung up the phone. Just as I was turning around to head back to my seat, one of the surgeons was coming out in the hallway. “Dr., is he going to be alright?” I asked frantically. “You must be Brent?” “Yes, that’s me.” “Walk with me.” he stated. I felt a lump form in my throat. From the look on his face, this did not look good for my friend. “Brown is in pretty bad shape. He has a collapsed lung, and the bullet knicked his heart. He’s had massive internal bleeding, most of which we’ve been able to contain. With the amount of blood he’s lost, it’s a wonder he’s still alive.” “Will he make it? Is he going to be alright?” “Well, right now, I can’t say for sure. He’s stable right now. He’s on a ventilator, and his heart rate is under control. He’s in a coma right now. He had so much blood in his lungs, it’s wonder he was still able to breath. What happened?” “Honestly sir, I don’t know. We drove to this house, and he asked me to wait in the car. A few minutes later gunshots rang out. I ducked down just in case some were coming my way. I peeked my head up and like three men were runining from the back of the house. I got out to go check on my friend and there he was. Riddled with bullets. I dragged him to the car and sped here.” “Well, what I can say is, he’s blessed to have a friend like you. Any longer back there and he wouldn’t have made it. Does he have any family besides you?” “Yes, I’ll notify them immediately.” “Alright. I have to go back here and check on a few other patients, I’ll come back out in a few and let you know how he’s doing.” “Thank you Dr.” I replied. He patted me on the shoulder and proceeded down the hallway. I walked back up from where my mom was waiting. I immediately noticed the look of terror in her face. “Don’t worry mom. It’s not mine.” I explained. Her face relaxed slightly. “Baby, what happened.” “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I replied solemnly. “It’s alright sweetie. How’s your friend?” “The doctor says it’s looking kind of grim right now. He has a collapsed lung and the bullet knicked his heart.” “Oh dear Lord. It’s going to be alright sweetie. God has his angels around him. He’s going to pull through.” she reassured me. Her words were comforting. I rested my head in her lap and drifted off to sleep.

 

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A few moments later, I was awakened by the commotion in the hallway. The nurses were scrambling about and the doctors were rushing in from all directions. The voice over the intercom indicated that there was a code blue in progress in room 324. That was Brown’s room. I rushed over to the desk. “What’s going on?” I asked frantically. She put her finger up, motioning for me to give her a second. “Ma’am please tell me what’s going on. That’s my friend in there.” “I can’t say for sure. But the doctors are doing all they can to save your friend.” “Save my friend. What do you mean save my friend? He’s alive right? Right?” I yelled. “Baby, you have to calm down and let the doctors work. All we can do is wait.” “I don’t want to wait. I’m tired of waiting.” I screamed. I paced back and forth as I awaited one of the doctors to give me an update on my friend’s condition. “Brent, you have to calm down or else you’ll be the one back there. You’r going to give yourself a heart attack with all the worrying you’re doing.” “Ma, that’s my friend in there. He’s been shot. Why did this have to happen to him of all people. Why him?” I shouted as my voice started to crack. I felt the burning sting of the tears well up in my eyes. I frantically wiped them away. I was determined not to cry anymore. I was going to let God handle this. God will pull my friend through. I just know he will. I rested my head on my mom’s shoulder and cried as she rocked me back and forth. It was too painful to imagine what my friend must be going through.

Seconds later, we were approached by one of the surgeons. “Are you Brent?” “Yes, I’m Brent.” “Brown’s condition has worsened. His heart collapsed. We were abled to get it started again, but we aren’t sure for how long. This doesn’t look good.” she explained. I slumped back in my chair. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My longtime childhood friend was loosing a fighting battle. “Isn’t there anything more you can do ma’am?” I heard my mother ask. “We are trying everything we can. Like I said, we were able to get his heart started again. His vital signs are a little higher than normal, but his body is under a lot of stress right now, so it’s to be expected.” “Thank you ma’am.” she replied. I slumped deeper into the chair. I felt myself becoming detached from reality. I wanted so bad for Brown to be alright, and for a minute, I was actually forcing myself to believe that. Now, as everything starts to sink in, it’s getting harder and harder for me to let go. “Sweetie have you called Brown’s mother?” I heard my mother say. I glanced in her direction in a daze. She rubbed my hand profusely. “Brent, honey, did you hear me?” she asked. I continued to stare at her in a daze. Everything just seem to fade to start to fade away. Mom’s voice started to sound further away as I sunk deeper and deeper into feelings of dispair, anxiety, and whatever else I could think of. “Brent! You have to stop worrying. You have to let go and let God handle Brown. God has it all under control. Now, quit worrying.” she said sternly. I attempted to stand up and headed over the phone, and everything started to spin. I felt dizzy and fell back into the chair. I shook my head to try and get rid of the dizziness I was feeling. I stood up once more, and everything went black.