That meal was from Jesus… And I’m not going to let you worry me about it, racist… THE END.. LOL… SistaTV Loves you, Lemon Pepper, and everything that happens FOR me. Send Prayers, Peace, Power and Positivity please..
Browsing category Won’t He DO IT!
<iframe style=”border: none” src=”//html5-player.libsyn.com/embed/episode/id/3308598/height/360/width/640/theme/legacy/direction/no/autoplay/no/autonext/no/thumbnail/yes/preload/no/no_addthis/no/” height=”360″ width=”640″ scrolling=”no” allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen> An old man was teaching his grandchild about life. He said, “A fight is going on inside me.. it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,
This morning I woke up with a pounding headache, stomach cramps, and a bad attitude. Why? Because I was up thinking about all the stuff I have to do. I have precisely 789,880,321,424,232.5 Loads of laundry to do. I have twice as many dishes waiting on me. I have 17 emails, 12 phone calls, and
I volunteer as a tribute… Well, No… Actually, I volunteer YOU as a tribute. For what? Well, I’m volunteering you to take over all my problems. Why.. Well, obviously, you like problems. I know you are sitting there vigorously shaking your head like, “Nu UH, SistaTV, I’m over here trying to live my best, most
For the first time in the long, hallowed, epic 9 day history of the SistaTV Daily Podcast;p I am being joined by other conquerors… And not just one conqueror, darlings… Not just two conquerors, loves… BABY… We have THREE additional conquerors on the show… and what they had to say was good, good, SOOOO GOOD.
A gazillion years ago, I was a poet. I wrote, read and performed poetry everywhere. I loved books and revered words and devoured them nonstop. For the bulk of my life, words have been my only constant. But one day what I thought was love knocked on my door and love told me that me
Yesterday, I woke up at 4:33 am and wrote 12,9333 days of Eunice. I woke up with it on my mind and didn’t allow myself to do anything else until it had been written. I rolled over in bed, reached for my laptop and wrote it before I’d even wiped the crust out of my
The “urban legend” that my family tells about the day of my birth is that, After my arrival, my dad ran from the labor and delivery room, to tell my brothers that he and my mother had finally gotten them a sister. A baby girl who was to be named… Eunice. Mercifully, my older brothers