I am the newest host along with Shawn Hill, Patrick Bishop and Keisha Stoute.
I am the newest host along with Shawn Hill, Patrick Bishop and Keisha Stoute.
Good morning RSWY Faithful Followers: Sunday is Mother’s Day and I would like to pay tribute to mothers who have transitioned. Please give your mother’s name, the year she passed and a few words. God bless each of you and may your hearts be filled with fond memories and not sadness. From the heart, Gwendolyn
“Mother, even though you are not with me physically, you continue to watch over me through the love I feel in my heart. Mommy, I miss you and may you continue to R.I.P. Happy Mother’s Day from the Sons and Daughters of Relationships Start With You.” (words on the picture)
My mother lost my grandmother Lucy Sherman on Feb. 17, 1990. She was a very quiet woman with a sweet spirit who loved her family and God. Mam-maw- I love and miss you so much and I know that you are watching over me!!! I did make you proud! Your grand-daughter, Gwendolyn
For some time I’ve had health challenges and they began to weigh heavily on my heart and my spirit was broken. However, God brought to the forefront of my mind the miracles He has performed in my life.
After educating children and adults for 14 years, I was told at the end of the 2011-2012 school year “you’re not a good fit.” I knew that statement had nothing to do with my job performance but it have EVERYTHING to do with being on sick leave for 4 months. I struggled with that but I remembered that if God touched my body and made me whole after being placed in a coma, on a respirator, having physical therapy to learn how to walk again then there is NOTHING too hard for Him. Every heartache, disappointment, rejection and illness gave me purpose-to tell the world of His goodness and mercy.
I am no different from you; I have my days. However, one thing I am certain of is God’s love for me and He promised that He would NEVER leave nor forsake me. Sometimes I shed tears and even in my weakness I question the direction he is taking me. But, at the end of the day, I understand my purpose.
Don’t give up on God because He knows and cares about your situation. It’s only temporary. As long as God exist there is hope.
From the heart…
Last week (Wednesday-Saturday) my baby sister Tammy Tennard who lives in Dallas,Texas came to Georgia to visit and check on me.
People have always said that Tammy and I should’ve been twins because we finish each other’s sentences. We have the same sense of humor and she knows when I need her most (without saying a word). I am always reminded of January 2011 when I was gravely ill. She told her job she had to go and see about me. They had taken me out of the medically induced coma and she called me Sughar. I thought I was dreaming but she was right there with her older sister fighting. The love I felt for her was indescribable. I can NEVER thank Tammy enough for always dropping everything and putting her job on the line to make sure I am okay.
I am blessed to have a sister like Tammy! She lifted my spirits as usual; I laughed the entire time!
Sughar loves TamTam to infinity and back!!!
The greatest gift you can give yourself is forgiveness. It is freeing and you can live your life in peace and not have bitterness, anger and hatred in your soul. Forgive someone today; do it for yourself!!!
P.S. Forgiveness does not let them off the hook; it frees you from thinking about them! Now, move on with your life!
MY BEFORE AND AFTER PICTURES
Why do we worry? We worry because we don’t believe in a power that is greater than us. God orchestrates everything. It is not based on how many degrees you have or if you are poor or wealthy. There is one God. We depend on jobs and people to make us feel important. God does not not deal with your status; he deals with your mind, body and soul.
We trust Him when it is convenient. When things are going well, we forget about the One who has blessed us. Yet, when things in our live’s fall apart ,then and only then do we cry out to God.
Last year,I learned a very valuable lesson about trusting God. Two weeks prior to my hospitalization, I had sinus surgery; my sinuses were impacted so bad, that the MRI showed evidence of fluid in the sinuses and thickened mucous membrane. On January 14, 2011, I was taken by ambulance and rushed to Dekalb Medical Hospital because I was too weak to make it to the prestigious Emory University Hospital. All I remember about that cold snowy night was telling my husband that I felt funny and I used my nebulizer twice. He called 911. The paramedics placed me on the stretcher, placed the oxygen mask over my face, wheeled me to the ambulance and placed me inside. I kept taking the mask off ;afterwards, everything was a total blank.
I arrived at the hospital. The doctors realized I was hallucinating because of low oxygen levels. In addition, I had a partially collapsed lung and pneumonia in the other one. I was panicking and screaming because they asked me if I had ever been intubated. Well, according to the doctors, nurses and my husband, I was hysterical and I told them to “get away from me and I will not be intubated again.” I was not conscious of my erratic behavior. Later, the doctors told my husband that I was very ill and I would not remember the incident. I was in ICU for nine days and a regular room for three days.
The respiratory therapist put me in a medically induced coma for five days so my body would heal . My husband stood vigil; they had to make him go home and get some rest. He was concerned that if I woke up no one would be there. They had to reiterate that the coma was controlled by them and he would be notified. Finally, I was taken out of the medically induced coma but I was still intubated. Confusion set in; I realized I was in the hospital but I didn’t know why so I started crying.
My sister, Tammy flew from Dallas, Texas to Atlanta, Georgia to check on me . My husband, Vargus did not know if I would live or die but he prayed and read the bible to me. Then, I heard my sister’s voice, turned my head and tried to sit up. They had me restrained because I was pulling the tube. Then, I tried to speak and instead I gagged. I was terrified because I was trying to figure out why she was in Atlanta and why I was in the hospital. I started kicking my legs and of course the monitors went crazy: my blood pressure rose, my heart was racing and I was confused. I lost five days of my life.
No one wanted to tell me what happened; they felt I would not handle the severity of my condition well. My sister begged the nurse to take one of the restraints off and promised that she would not allow me to touch the tubes. Tammy and Vargus told me to calm down and that I was okay. How was I okay when I’m hooked to a respirator, intubated and weak? I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. Later that day, the nurse told me very little about my diagnosis and prognosis; however, it was enough to keep me calm. One of the nurses, Helen sang daily to me “Nobody Greater” by Vashawn Mitchell and I began to believe that He’s the greatest.
On day seven (Friday), they tried to remove the tube but it was stuck in my throat. Finally on Sunday morning, the respiratory therapist came in, cut the switch off, released the tube and it came out. I was excited but it was difficult for me to speak so I had to write everything.
Then, I remember when my sister and I were growing up we learned the alphabet in sign language. So , that’s how I communicated with my sister because; no one else knew it. I kept signing “I love you” and she interpreted to my husband. I felt so much love from my husband and sister . Of course, my children came after I was released out of the hospital. I did not want them to see me. I’d lost 29 lbs. in 12 days and I looked like hell. Nevertheless, they gave me the courage to live because I was emotionally unstable. It was so traumatic!
I had a long road to recovery; I could not walk because my lower extremities were weak and I had difficulty speaking. My mother-in-law and husband took care of me. From February to April, my physical therapist Crystal and R.N. Rhoshima helped me with the healing process and I am indebted to them for their love and care. I went back to the hospital this year to personally thank everyone who took care and prayed for me. I cried tears of joy and I prayed for the individual who was in the same room in ICU.
A friend of ours said,” I was so worried about you being at DeKalb Medical.” My response to her was God does not limit himself to certain hospitals; he also visits DeKalb Medical plus my life was saved and I have no complaints. My situation was not a disaster; I experienced God’s healing power.
As a result, I lost 61 lbs. God healed my body and I am no longer a diabetic, have hypertension and after 14.5 years of steroid dependence for asthma, I am free. It took those series of events to genuinely trust God will all my heart and might. He allowed me to live and He made me whole.
Today, I don’t worry because I know for myself that God takes care of His own.
In the wake of the horrific tragedy in Connecticut, I thought about a congregational hymn that my mother sang along with the choir and sometimes at home. We are all hurting for the babies who lost their lives, grieving loved ones and brave school officials. There were heroes (some that are nameless) who helped save many lives. The song that came to mind was, “I Need Thee Every Hour.”
Excerpts from http://www.biblestudycharts.com A Hymn and Its History
“At first I did not understand why the hymn so greatly touched the throbbing heart of humanity. Years later, however, under the shadow of a great loss, I came to understand something of the comforting power of the words I had been permitted to give out to others in my hours of sweet serenity and peace.” Annie S. Hawks
Lyrics: “I Need Thee Every Hour”
God has work for me to do!!! All you imps, busybodies, and haters get out of my way!!! I declare prosperity, deliverance and excellent health over myself. I am no one’s door mat. I belong to all Mighty God.
You see I am a very transparent person. I have been dealing with people lying on me and denying me what is rightfully mine. Well, I want you to know that you are forgiven but you have no control of my life,only God. You may have shut the window but God is going to open the door!!!
Pity party go away!!! You have no place in my life!!! As for me and my house (the Owens household) we will serve the Lord. Thank you for blessing me with a man that believes every word you promised. Thank you for giving him a heart for you. Vargus Lamar “Big Daddy” Owens, I love you baby and I am humbled that God choice me to walk in faith with you!
His mercies are NEW every morning!!! GREAT is His faithfulness towards a filthy rag like me!!!
There is nothing too hard for Him.
(I had to release that out of my spirit!)