God is….

On Sunday, May 29, the scripture reference was taken from Hebrews 11:6 and the name of the words delivered was only two: God is…

6 But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. 

The woman who delivered the message was an educated and refined sister, no doubt carrying many degrees and accomplishments galore. She spoke of the power of God and what we are called to do is to believe and have faith that whatever the situation God is really all any of us ever need. The faith that is needed to do anything in our lives is propelled by these constant two words God is…She spoke of experiencing the death of her mother, then her father, then her brother, then her sister and finally she experienced the death of her only child – a son. You could hear the gasps and the quiet spoken oh my God’s escaping out of mouths. Even through her pain, she knew that God is the provider – He is the mother to the motherless, and the father to the fatherless, the brother and sister to the brother and sisterless and the son to us all. She no doubt experienced moments that were too excruciating to even discuss, after all we are expected to bury our parents and even the death of a sibling is tolerable; however, the death of a child. One that came from you and into this world is a pain that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.   I cried as did most of the women and some men in the congregation. We felt her pain and yet we see her triumph. Her faith in the power of His words which clearly state that he can carry our burdens and walk with us through the fire – allowed her to triumph. In grief she excelled and she continues to walk by faith.

This kind of  faith is what God is.  Faith tells God that we believe. When I went to sleep last night, a part of me began making excuses as to why I could not go to church because I had so much work to do to get ready for my sons 16th birthday party. The other part; however knew, that regardless of the work, I had to go to church. I opted to go and as I did I felt renewed., I believe that having that desire to walk in His presence gets us through those times, when we don’t even remember how we got where we are and how we are going to move forward. Standing on his word and going to service to say thank you made the work to get ready for the party seem to fly by. I said thank you Lord for the friends and family and for the children that continue to  uplift and buoy me for what life has given me and for those things yet to come.  All I know is that God is…and that is enough.

Yolande Barial
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 http://www.examiner.com/motherhood-in-stockton/yolande-barial

 http://www.tracypress.com/view/full_story/11154526/article-Her-Voice–Children-are-a-parental-responsibility?

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My Older Son

My oldest son decided he was going to run track after the basketball season.  A season where I felt his skills were not utilized in the manner that taught him anything.  The fact that he was NOT mentored affected his spirit.  I think it is a dangerous thing when a child’s spirit is broken.  My job as parent is to keep the fire going. I believe I do that for all of my children. I have called his JV coach, the athletic director and left 2 voice mail messages for both of them and as of this typing I have received ZERO return calls.  Any teacher that I have ever called regarding any of my children’s academic career has called me back within the day.  What makes athletic coaches/teachers any different?. Most of these coaches appear to be adult males and as such should be our little boys leaders and example of  how to become a man.  Hmpf.  Oh well, as my son’s champion and as the cutest little pit bull momma you will ever see – I plan to lock on until someone comes and releases my bite and responds when I call.  Teachers are amazing and I respect them for their commitment to my children.  A good teacher motivates, teaches, corrects and guides a child to find his or her own greatness or his or her own ability to persevere even when the class is challenging. Sports are to teach the same.  Our little boys are like clay on the potter’s wheel and can be molded into a beautiful pitcher that can hold all that is taught or it can be so poorly molded that it holds nothing. My son has been on my potter’s wheel for almost 16 years now. His ability to be molded into his own idea of  beautiful is, well, just beautiful.   He has rekindled his own spirit in track.  He is encouraged, motivated and his own personal inner drive is on fire.

When I arrived at the track meet it had already begun. He had already won the triple jump and his team had won the 4×4 where he anchored the team as they came in first place. He saw me, came over to me and allowed me to give him kisses while his teammates huddled around me as he introduced me as his mom and as they smiled.  They were all skinny and muscular and stinky 15 and 16-year-old boys. Silly and goofy and committed to athletics and education.  It is a beautiful thing to see – Asian, Hispanic, Black, Samoan, Indian and White;  all colors=  one boy.

 Watching him run for the very first time last night at the track meet and seeing my beautiful baby boy push with his little skinny legs, anchoring the 4 x 100, across the finish line and come in 2nd all I can say is I was soooooooooooo proud.  He looked good, he felt good and I was screaming with excitement, jumping up and down and afterwards making sure he put his sweats back on so that he would not get a cramp. My children are amazing.  Remember he has not run track since he was a little boy, maybe 9-years old.

 My oldest is the very first thing that God made in my body. He was made because of  love and he is what  I love, because I made him. 

There is nothing like being a mother.

Retiring at 55 is what I will do so that I can enjoy my children with the energy and with the leisure time to bask in their essence and in the three reasons why I move and breathe – their lives fulfill me, their joys and their sorrows motivate me to hang on and be their champion as they have done for me the past 15 1/2 years.  Thank you God.

Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose

Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
510-589-6445

https://yolandebarial.wordpress.com/

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Blessings

What did I think about this weekend.  Resting, chores that needed to be done by the kids, what to wear to the wedding and what to cook for dinner and what we needed as far as groceries, giving my daughter a manicure and pedicure and then realizing I had run out of time for mine and knowing that I would do it on Sunday after I went to church; grocery shopping and making myself a lunch. I wanted to get in the yard, I wanted to blog until the sun came up the last 2 days, I wanted to wash my clothes and I wanted to have a little more energy. NOT!!! 

http://www.joelosteen.com/HopeForToday/ThoughtsOn/Health/PutYourselfontheList/Pages/PutYourselfontheList.aspx 

 Saturday morning, I was up at 6 a.m., having my coffee and playing a recorded message from Joel Osteen. After being fed, I woke up my middle son for his 9a.m. game. We have to be at the field by 8:30a.m. I was jazzed because this was  his last soccer game for this season.  I had a sense that they were going to make the playoffs to compete in the tournament and they did. They won 4 – 1.  My middle son’s demeanor, when he is on the soccer field is one of complete control, concentration and focus.  I mean this kid can play!  He is all muscle, solid and growing taller every day. He prides himself on having an 8-pack (not a 6-pack) stomach. Both he and his brother do their exercises daily.  The parents on the sidelines do the usual amount of cheering and “oh noooo-ing” and clapping and laughing and often times when these boys play – we  make statements like ‘did you see that’ and ‘OMG he made it’, ‘that’s okay honey just get up’, ‘shake it off’, ‘Kick It, KiCK It and KICK IT!!’  I don’t know any of the parents’ names and they don’t know mine.  Not necessary. Our common bond on these mornings are that our boys are a team and we are there to support them. We each know all of the boys’ names, which one is more aggressive, which one can have a temper tantrum, which one will always slip, which one closes his eyes when the ball is kicked in his direction, which one is the whiner and which ones will attack and which ones are just too cute and which ones just plain old funny – they make a team that gets along with each other, likes each other and plays off of each others strengths not focusing on each of their weaknesses. After all they are all only 11 years old – all different sizes, different races and different heights and as parents we appreciate and celebrate these differences. And to be really honest, it doesn’t hurt that they win and it doesn’t hurt even more that my son is one of the 4 best boys on the team. They will be playing in the tournament in 2 weeks.  It is gonna be fun. 

Saturday is also my oldest sons 15th birthday. He received some money and from me he received 2 tickets to a Jeff Dunham concert and he was really excited. He loves comedy.  Good mommy! On Friday nigh, the kids and I met his girlfriend and her parents for dinner at Chilis’.  It was really nice. The parents and I talked or rather bragged on our children’s individual honor roll and other accomplishments and spoke of or expectations of our children.  We are on the same page.  My son and his first real girlfriend have  a friendship. She is not a little girl with too much hair, too long of nails and too tight clothes. She reminds me of the girls that I grew up with at 15 – we looked like girls.  Our hair was pulled back in a bun, because we were still trying to do it ourselves and really couldn’t, we did a lot of talking quietly and a lot of giggling.  Perfect. My son was so excited. He says he was nervous and he shook her father’s hand the way I like – firm grip without squeezing and he looked him in the eyes and called him ‘sir!’  Go my son.  As parents we decided that they can go to the movies, bowling, stuff  like this during the daytime only and we will take turns picking and dropping off our children.  It went extremely well.

Saturday we went to a wedding of one of the church members. It was beautfiul and loooonnngggg! The bride didn’t arrive until 2 hours after the wedding was supposed to start. People were shuffling, irritated and some guests left. Once she arrived the wedding took all of 20 minutes. We left there and went to the reception.  At 8:10 p.m. I took my children and came home to eat dinner – they were all starving and irritated. When I went to church the next morning one of the sisters of the church said they didn’t even serve dinner until after 9. Oh my!

The cook, my middle son, has been on a hiatus from cooking because of me.  Due to all of the things that have been going on with me,  I can say this weekend I was ready to begin tackling this again.  He has been asking me if  he could bake a pumpkin pie for the last 3 weeks now and even though I said yes, I always forgot to get the ingredients – until today.  He was ready to bake.  He rolled out the pie crust (store-bought) and mixed my secret ingredients for the best pumpkin pie in the whole wide world (I kid you not!). He baked 2 of them and they looked perfect as pumpkin pies can look. He and I are the only ones in our household that like pumpkin pie. As soon as it was warm enough to eat – we both did and say hmmmm mmmm good!

Sunday was today  and my favorite day. The pastor spoke about an Everlasting Meal.  This is pretty easy to wrap my brain around because for me – it is the truth.  Jesus is our meal, He is our food and if we but take a bite of  Him we will have eternal life.  We don’t need to test it, we don’t need to eat the apple, we don’t need to not go to Ninevah or deny HIm – we just need to know that our God can feed the birds, He can make manna come down from heaven, He can bring water from nowhere and He can sustain you too, if you just take a bite of  Him. That bite is His Word, His bible, His touch, His spirit, His everything. I am full.