I have a testimony; my testimony is not like yours. My enemy is my “SELF”. The healing process starts when I begin to reveal the real me.
Who am I didn’t know, I was a person hiding behind a dark shadow.
From the flawless weave that hung heavy on my brains; Victoria Secrets that hug my body tight even the fake nails that clock me in daily on a job that I hated. The pitch in my voice to the person on the other line, the proper imitation of a white chick, Not to mention the max credit cards to say this is “Prada” to make me look like I got more than others. The vanity of life, associated with the blisters and corns on my toes from Jimmy Choo shoes; who? From the BMW (Black Man Wish) that I drove top of the line lost the value the day I drove off the lot, park in an Apartment complex. Filing Chapter 13 with no real collateral, nothing of real Value like a home.
Who Am I? My kids would say “That’s mommy” she’s always tried she has to work two jobs, so we can have a place to stay with food on the table and nice clothes that why we always at Grandmother House.
The real reason why because I had a false image to keep stay above “The Jones”: I was caught up in the fantasy of pretending living the make believed fame!
Reality struck the day I went to work was given a pink slip, translation: “Your services no longer needed; you are officially unemployed”, I was asked, “What about your 401K, a saving account, stocks? That was a foreign language to me, “
Oh My GOD what will I do now? As I called on Him, he answered; “Now you want to call “ME”? Hmm; where have I been in your life when everything you thought was going good, When is the last time you went to Church, got on your knees and prayed or paid your tithes? REPENT, my child and I will wash always all you’re sins and place your feet on Solid Grounds!
Little did I know revealing me meant loosing some material things along with some friends. They talk about how much I’ve changed; “You act funny now, you don’t dress like you used to; acting all high and mighty-God this God that.” Yes I talk different, walk different, look different, and I feel different that’s what happen when you know “Who U are and let the man up stairs lead your life!
Posted By: CYNTHIA JAMISON
Monday, August 3rd 2009 at 12:16PM
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