I Challenge Me

I challenge me to be what I was created to be. I challenge me to be more than others thought I could be. I challenge me. I rise to that challenge. Then I exceed my every expectation!

Put Me in the Number

We are always obsessed with being first. We want to be the best. No one wants to be rejected. No one wants to be last. But one blessing of last-ness is that you can't sink any lower... and truth about it is at least the last person is still a winner because he did finish without giving up.


I just want to be in the number!

Ever Suffered Abuse? An Except

Chances are that many of the people who purchase this book will have been raped or molested, or they know someone who has been. It isn’t as uncommon as we would like to believe.

Molestation happens across cultural lines. It happens across racial lines. It isn’t based upon intelligence. It isn’t based upon financial health. It may seem to happen more in poverty-stricken communities, but I can assure you that most of it just goes unreported. 

I found out the hard way that molestation isn’t just a black thing or a poor thing. It is a perversion thing. It happens to God’s called and chosen people, and it happens to the average Jane Doe in an average home. God created each of us with purpose. I don’t believe the enemy would waste his time tempting people to molest or rape a person who has no destiny and no call upon their life. Because of the very nature of the crime, it can be nothing less than a device of the enemy, one of his strongest weapons. 

Someone reading this book may think that they have never been molested when indeed they have been. A molester is a molester long before he touches his first victim. He is first guilty in his thoughts. Some men never actually touch their victims. They just think and fantasize about touching. They rent the videos of children with adults engaging in sex acts. Some molesters do it with the words of their mouths. They talk filth to children. They take advantage of their positions in those children’s lives. They open a door that should not be opened by planting filthy word images in young minds. Some of you haven’t actually been touched, but you have been molested. 


(An excerpt from Lacresha Hayes' bestseller, THE RAPE OF INNOCENCE: TAKING CAPTIVITY CAPTIVE. See the book blog.)

The Break Up

He told me she was his friend. I knew differently. But how do you control your heart and make peace with your mind? I stayed and I stayed and I ignored and ignored. I lost myself and my esteem because I didn't want to lose him. Now, he's gone.

She has him now, probably because I never had him at all. My desperation, that ugly side, pushed him away. My clingy ways drove a wedge that my ultimatum couldn't remove. And so the woman with the most self-respect got the "prize" but in the end, I won. Now I know how to love me.

Carolyn Carroll, My Personal Prayer Warrior

This is one of the most important women in my life and I've never met her in person. She has taught me things I would have never imagined about the love of God and the staying power of man. I love you, Care, for posting the scriptures, the encouragement, and all the prayers.

If you're on Facebook, link to Carolyn Carroll and you'll see your own life change too.

What are Tears?

Tears, are they just salty little driplets of water? Are they something more?

My tears are like little reflections of my heart, a small snapshot of my pain, a quiet droplet from my joys. They reflect the inner me that no one and nothing can corrupt. They are my tears and I am filled with a lifetime of them.

Embracing Me

I've had to learn to embrace me. I don't need a relationship, friendship or validation from any other source than my Creator. But until I embrace me, I've not fully yielded to His perfect will and love. I embrace myself because I am made in the image of my Heavenly Father. I embrace me because there is nothing in life I'm more responsible for than myself.

Becoming: The Poetry that Changed My Life

The poetry in Lacresha Hayes' sweet memoirs, Becoming, changed my life forever. There are many things I don't know how to express, but I can't think of any of it I didn't feel and read about in her book. This is the poetry that will keep ringing in my heart for the rest of my life.

If you want a copy, you can either visit her website by clicking on her name above or visit Amazon.com.

Wackiness

I've been wacky my whole life. I am a fortunate little daddy's girl who grew up appreciating her dad's own corky version of comedy. He was a prankster, a real joker. I love that even today, when I go home, he is still just as entertaining and I am equally entertaining to him.

We're a wacky family of McLemores, but we love life and can find the comedy in anything.

I Hate Tulips

I don't care much for tulips. In fact, I could say that I pretty much hate them. They remind me of things I'd rather forget. Boo to tulips. A fresh and warm welcome to carnations or daisies.

Just In Case

We all have those just in case plans. We have emergency funds just in case something happens. Sometimes though, we have back up plans for things that shouldn't have them.

We date around, we sleep around and I've done my share, just in case the current one doesn't work out. Now, I need a plan for those just in case I'm making a mistake moments.

Blossoming

Have you ever watched a new blossom?

Life is all about blossoming. We grow, expand, change, go through an extensive metamorphosis. And when all of that is complete, we become a perfect new creature. A new blossom. I can close my eyes and smell the aroma.

Loveliness

What is lovely to me?

I think the most lovely thing I can think of is how a puppy loves his new master. He's chubby and awkward, but no matter how many times he slide down, he finds a way to his master when the door opens. He always misses the master. He is always there to greet him.

A close second, if not a tie for first, is seeing a couple in love stare at one another, gently touching one another or kissing in public. I'm all for public displays of affection.

What Do I Love?

After this last breakup, I ask myself questions that I never have before. Such as, what do I love?

I love long walks, sand in my toes, snowball fights, roasted marshmallows, homemade lemonade, watching the sun rise, watching the sun set, flowers in my hair, smiles on my mom's face, hanging out with close friends and trying new foods.