Be Careful of the “Friends” You Have (Part 2)

Shanquella Robinson’s story is so disturbing and it made me think of previous experiences I had with so-called friends. In my previous post, I wondered if she saw any red flags or sensed anything negative about her “friends” and simply disregarded it? Well, I used to have a close friend (let’s call her Amy*) that I knew for several years; we worked at the same employer, and we would hang out after work or on the weekends. She seemed gentle, kind-hearted, and a good listener. If we did not hang out, we would still talk via phone, chat, text, or email. I did not feel any weird vibes or feel anything was “off.”

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God Protected Me on a School Field Trip

The other day, I thought about when my mom told me how God protected me on a school field trip. My first-grade teacher, Mrs. Schuneman (can’t remember how to spell her name), always took our class on various field trips—we had a tour of a firehouse, saw a performance at a theater, went to a pumpkin farm, etc.

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Why I’m Allowing God to Choose My Husband (Part 1)

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Although Eric* told me he was agnostic when we first started dating (he didn’t believe in God but he couldn’t say that God didn’t exist), it didn’t scare me away. I was a new Christian and thought we could still have a healthy relationship as long as I didn’t cram my beliefs down his throat and he accepted that I wouldn’t change my faith. So what if he’s not a Christian? I thought. He might be a really great guy and I want to get to know him better.

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Everything Happens for a Reason

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In my previous post, I mentioned that I wanted to do things to push myself out of my comfort zone. I had planned to see SWV and CeCe Peniston at the Shrine on Friday June 7th. The thought of going to a club already made me nervous (I’d been to a few clubs with my ex and a friend of mine), but I was determined to go, dance like crazy, and think, “Yeah, I may look goofy, but I’m having fun!” I’d already chosen an outfit to wear and even worked an earlier shift Friday morning so I could relax and mentally prepare myself for that evening.

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