Sunday

I woke up loved and in love, excited and looking forward to the drive to church.  The place where like-minded humans sit in different seats and worship the Lord. Rest. My children were left in bed!   The singing this morning was off the chains! The choir hit every note and introduced the congregation to a sound that was magnificent.  My best worship feelings arise when I hear words and music that move me. When I feel a tear coming and I feel my words coming out – the presence of the holy spirit has come. The pastor’s sermon was the Love of God. The scripture reference that he chose did not speak to me, the one that did speak to me was the one that was in the front of the church bulletin that morning.  It is from 1 Corinthians 4:1-5 and it reads (NKJV):

“Stewards of the Mysteries of God

 1 Let a man so consider us, as servants of Christ and stewards of the mysteries of God. 2 Moreover it is required in stewards that one be found faithful. 3 But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged by you or by a human court.[a] In fact, I do not even judge myself. 4 For I know of nothing against myself, yet I am not justified by this; but He who judges me is the Lord. 5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord comes, who will both bring to light the hidden things of darkness and reveal the counsels of the hearts. Then each one’s praise will come from God.”

In particular, verse 5 which told me to stop stressing about what another will or will not do.  In time God will handle and will reveal what is the truth of a person’s heart.  I needed that this morning.  In these times when I am juggling so many balls in the air; paying bills, paying mortgages, taking care of kids and the lawn and going to work and dealing with others personalities, it can overwhelm.  It has caused me in some respects to wish that my knight in shining armor would just come on and hurry up.  However, knights are for fairy tales and if he comes riding in, I have to remember that even he and the horse are tired. After all riding like the wind, wearing full body armor, carrying a big sword, slaying dragons, and making key battlefield decisions can wear the average knight out.   (smile)

God in this scripture is telling me, the Proverbs 31 woman, to remember I have never left you and I have never forsaken you. It tells me to continue to say thank you Lord as my mantra, to walk in faith and to know that He will provide and He will reveal all that is the truth for me. These words are like a blanket that warms me at night. In His arms I am enveloped in trust. He has always been my knight and he has never been too tired to let me know he has my back. God is the real ladies man.  Like a woman he works tirelessly and as long as we sing his praises he will speak to us and let us know that everything is gonna be alright.   And he added stop tripping gurl you are one bad mamma jamma!! I felt satisfied, renewed and refreshed.  That is what going to church and gathering in an assembly of men and women who are seeking to know Him does for me.  Collectively our yearnings combine and all of those cries internal and external are heard and felt and God works it all out for each one of our benefits.  I will retire at 55 and this writing will be my supply. 

Yolande Barial
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Hello, my name is Yolande and it has been 14 days since my last blog. From somewhere deep in the recesses of the internet I hear  other blog-a-holics say keep coming back.  As a recovering alcoholic who has not had a drink in 24 years, writing is my drug of choice. I see words, I hear words, words move me and motivate me and I live by them.  I know that sounds weird, yes we all talk and write and speak yet for me words really are my drug.  When I hear a lyric, a stanza, a phrase, a sentence, an idea or aha experience spoken, I grow.  I grow into who I am and who I will be.  Ever since I can remember I have thrived on the words and the sense memories that they still continue to elicit in me which keep me moving forward.   The words my daddy spoke to me and the look in his eyes as he spoke them comfort me.  He always loved me, forgave me and took care of me.  I miss him. I can only imagine what a wonderful reunion we will have some time in the future.  My life in words continue to amaze me and make me cry.  I am blessed.

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The Pea Patch

Sunday my favorite day is here and I am grateful.  The kids and I had one of those weekends that I would say was productive.  My 3 children, who are absolutely fabulous were all punished.   Yep no cell phones all weekend. This is the first time I have ever, ever done this!  The eldest son brought home 2 D’; one in English and one in Spanish-2, the younger son brought home a D in math and my daughter decided that she was going to blatantly refuse my request to see her spelling words by refusing to take them out of her backpack while we were driving to school – I decided it was time to exercise some tough love. I had already been in training for this new phase of my life and of their lives; for several months and it just so happened it all came to fruition at the perfect time for it to be enacted. 

 My sweetie bought and brought us a white board that he posted in the kitchen. Here  is where I proceeded to put up a calendar and to write chores for each child  for all to see. As I write, I should probably put up the penalties for infractions, hmm. Anywho, the good thing about these grades is that they can be pulled up and better get pulled up.  The 3 loves of my life, have 2 months to do so and I have no doubt that it will happen. I take some responsibility in that they have been so busy with school, social stuff and sports and I have also been busy making sure they accopmplish all of their schedule and busy on my own schedule; the house has been fruiful and yet a little over booked, that I have not checked their homework and have been signing their agenda’s believing that everything has been done.  Well, I am back now.

My older son was disappointed in himself and graciously turned over his cell phone, my middle son was not so gracious; he began negotiating for the cell phone’s return within the hours following retrieval, and my daughter did not appear concerned at all – she simply asked why I was taking the phone and once I reminded her of her beahvior that Friday orning, that was all she seemed to need. I then proceeded to have a private, no yelling, talk with each one of them alone, about my expectations and what I needed from them. I was stern and loving and my boys did make up school work, cleaned their rooms, went through old clothes and shoes to give to Goodwill,  performed their regular chores and seemed to enjoy not being tethered to their cell phones. My daughter did the same along with exercising with me, and then playing with one of her dear friends in the afternoon – the laughed, they sang and they danced and teased each other and even made me a picture our of some kind of fake diamond thingee’s – cute.  I was able to enjoy the down time and uncluttered my room and cleaned the house and even cleaned the ceiling fans for the first time since I have lived in this house.  Wow and yuk at the same time!

The reverend that spoke this morning was one who doesn’t preach that often. He spoke about 2 Samuel.

2 Samuel 23:11-12 (New King James Version)

11 And after him was Shammah the son of Agee the Hararite. The Philistines had gathered together into a troop where there was a piece of ground full of lentils. So the people fled from the Philistines. 12 But he stationed himself in the middle of the field, defended it, and killed the Philistines. So the LORD brought about a great victory.

The sermon title was The Pea Patch.  It is a simple message.  Shammah was one of  the 37 warriors of  King David.  He was the only one who stood in the field of lentils which was the food for the people. http://www.agricultureguide.org/how-to-grow-lentils-a-complete-guide/   Lentils are a type of bean that really looks like a seed. It has a high level of protein and  comes in a bunch of different colors and sizes. Lentils grow on short shrubs and have to be picked. The advantage of the lentils is that they have slight tolerance to the drought and hence can survive a period without water.  The advantage that one has with growing the lentils is that since the plant grows round the year once the proper conditions are met it will grow and act as nutrient year round for the people. The Philistines wanted the lentil farm, Shammah stood his ground to protect that which the people had conditioned for growth. He fought the Philistines alone and won.

As I listened, I sat straight up and though wow, the Bible is an amazing book.  Here we are talking about fighting over beans in a field and what it really means to me is what will you fight for if you had it fight all by yourself?  It meant that as a parent we are called to fight for our children and if we have to stand  against the outside influences of the world and shake our children back to reality we are called to do so.   As mothers we birth our children either through actually having them come from our bodies or from having them come to us in a foster or adoption scenario – either way, we  are there when they first learn so many things and we are there when they make mistakes and as they grow older we are there to train them how to correct mistakes and that requires some kind of punishment to shake them up just a little bit to allow them to say hey I better make a change.  We are called to fight for them and to not allow the outside to get into them.  The challenge as mom, who will retire at 55 is to balance it all  and to realize that I have great children. Their grades consisted of A’s, B’s and C’s on a regular basis, these D’s are just an indication that I need to be alittle more vigilante. As any lentil farmer knows that the soil needs to be watered, not daily; but enough to cover the pea to allow it to grow strong and healthy and productive. Now this to me is what you call an aha moment.

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Sunday – Japan

My favorite day has come and gone. On Friday I knew that on Sunday I would not be at service.  I was tired, my children were tired and my sweetie was tired. Waking up on this day listening to each other and listening to children and to TD Jakes as he blared out of the television, the morning began as all my Sun -days begin with a connection with God and His many blessings. 

In 2 minutes at approximately 2:46 pm, local time, and with a magnitude of 8.9 lives were changed. Japan will never be the same, the people will never be the same and the world as we know it will never be the same.  The earth literally stood still and waters overflowed. The power of water moved can lead to destruction. http://www.disasterfunding.org/DisasterFunding.org.html

As  I walk around my home, cooking breakfast, barking orders to children, laughing and loving; I find that this morning is no different from the morning that many had in Japan last Friday. Going about the business of living we just do things. We do not take the time to enjoy the doing, to give gratitude to those who we move through the universe with on a daily or even on a casual sometimey basis. Disasters that come unannounced do not allow for preparation. One must be prepared and ready before the unannounced arrives.  There is a sound like a freight train, like a big bang and there is movement and things falling and being off-balance and the feeling of fear – uncontrollable. The shaking stops and the movement has shifted the environment into upheaval.  What does one do when there is nothing that one can do?  We see images of teary eyed women and men, disbelief emanates from their eyes, empty children, seniors in shock, masked men and woman and children wandering aimlessly looking for connection. Every Sunday I am called inside to connect with those I love and those who love me. This Sunday added something else – a man to take care of me. Unbelievable. 

Japan serves as a reminder that worship and prayer and family and constant connection and communication with God are really all that there is to life. Being kind and ensuring that ones scroll is written where honor is spoken is what I strive for and what I know that my children, sweetie, divasisters, real friends and real family aim to achieve. As our earth moves underneath, may our resolve be to be better and do better, pray more, love often, dance always and giggle  – for life happens and shifts occur. My Sundays are always good days.

Yolande Barial
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Sunday – OMG

Sunday is my favorite day and as usual it did not disappoint.I woke up fully refreshed, energized, well-loved and in love.  I spent the day before with my children and my church family at Soda Springs.  The drive was peaceful, conversation was great, children were skiing, snow boarding and tubing.  The air was crisp,cold and the sun was shining. The white snow glistened and goggles and sunglassed people darted the landscape and made me smile.  As I looked out onto the activity of life and energy I whisper over and over the three words that bring me peace “thank you Lord”. I find I say this when there is nothing to say and when there is much to say. I say these three words as a way to honor God who has provided for me and for my children.  I say these words as a reminder to myself that I am blessed and that HE carries me in the wind.  His Spirit lulls me to sleep and wakes me up and allows me to enjoy my children and this life that we have.  Thank you Lord is my phrase, it is my mantra, it is how I continue to walk my walk as I talk the talk.  I want to be a living example to my children, friends and family that the statement that I say is nothing but the truth.  That statement is that if you take care of your children, God will take care of you.  I not only believe it to be true I have seen that truth manifested in my life and in the lives of my children.  I have been given a chance to make their lives better and I continue to work to make that happen.  I have also been given a chance to write and another opportunity to have yet another secret desire of my heart fulfilled and omnipresent in my life. To know love is a beautiful thing, to feel loved is another beautiful thing, to have love is incredible. One man can do that for me. Dipped in chocolate makes anything taste better and as far as I am concerned dark chocolate is not only good to the taste it is also healthier and more nutritious to the inside of a body as well.

I spent Sunday in this mood of peace and comfortably that I have not known for some time.  I woke up excited. Once at church the messages were about children and what we as parents and in particular black parents should be doing, things to remember and things to teach our children so they will be able to not only just survive but to thrive. Our children need to know that God is the beginning and the end and the be all to our all. Today I heard that my little friend of 12 is back in the hospital for another round of chemotherapy. I learned that her mom needs money to help with finances, I called her and offered to pay one of her bills until she could get back on her feet.  She was hesitant, I insisted. She was thankful. I smiled.  During service today the word Grace continued to come up in my heart and the words of the song by the Winans soothed me, rocked me and made me say thank you Lord. The speakers who spoke and the minister who preached all spoke about the witness that we are called to be as a present force in these troubled times. We are to be an example of what good parenting and what a good person should be and we need to walk our talk.  I lounged around today with my children and with my sweetie. To be in a house filled with complete satisfaction is such a good thing.  Incredible.  Tonight I learned that a friend that I have not heard from in years and whose name I just spoke a few days ago as I was recounting a story about my experiences with her – out of the blue – died.  I was shocked.  I breathed hard, I wanted to cry. I could not.  I don’t know the details. I know she was loved by her boys, her husband and her parents. 

We are called to be a witness. We are called to honor Him who provides all. We are called to not take anything for granted. What would happen to those left, should I or anyone pass away from this earth unexpectedly quite frankly is not known by the person leaving. We can all say the words that we should be grateful and thankful and tell the people in our lives we love them.  I do that.  However would that be enough for them should something happen? I don’t know. I write these words because we really don’t know.  People come and go, as the dust blows across the Sahara dessert, our time on this earth blows away.  My time and my heart will continue to say, “thank you Lord!” I thank your for three great kids, for a man who has come back to rock my soul as well as my intellect and who completes me, for a sister that is in full bloom and doing good things, for a mom who loves with all she has and whom I love and respect, for brothers who care and commit, for diva’s who take my breath away and carry my heart, for aunts and uncles and cousins that sustain and uplift, for countless friends who love me for me and for a God who has ALWAYS provided. Will these words be enough for my children to help them continue to thrive? I don’t know.  What I do know is that one of the lessons my father said to me before he died has never left me and I hear him in my head. He said to me when I was complaining about what everybody wanted me to do in a particular situation, he said well baby girl, just listen to what they have to say/suggest, acknowledge them, shake your head say that sounds good and you will think about it, be gracious and then go out and do whatever you were going to do anyway. Wise words disguised as just a thought. Mmmmm. TheIr really is no need to belabor the point. To this day, I do this when a situation comes up that I don’t agree with. I do this and respect your right to express and welcome honesty and critique with a soft edge on it when it is spoken – to me.   I listen, I smile, I thank and then I make MY decision in my way and in my time. I say this to say for my children, I want them to say, thank you Lord.” I want them and him to know that in these 3 words we live. In these three words we thrive. In these 3 words we glorify and carrying these words into any battle will be the weapons you need to tear down your walls of Jericho.  Thank you Lord. Remember, I love you is also a pretty powerful trio of words. Mmmmm. Let the church say I love you more. (smile)  Goodnight.

Yolande Barial
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Size Matters/Sunday

My 2 youngest children received 2 brand new bicycles this past weekend.  They are mountain bikes and they are about 22 and 24 inches, which is taller than the bicycles they have.  I was excited for them.  They did not know when I left for the day that I would be coming home with these bicycles; neither did I.  After being surprised and happy that they had new bikes; the examination period began.  As the bikes were pulled out of the back of the van my children stated that these bikes were too big and then and there they decided they could not ride them.  I really was surprised to hear these words come out of their mouths because I know that once you can ride a bike you can always ride a bike regardless of the size.  Well this well proved fact was one that my children just could not believe.  It was like trying to convince them to eat their broccoli because it really is good for them. Deep down inside they know it to be true however they still know that they could possibly be wrong and that maybe just maybe I don’t know what I am talking about. After about 2 days they rode the bikes and low and behold they could ride them and size really didn’t matter.

Today is Sunday the day I like the best.  This morning as I entered the sanctuary, I felt full. I felt blessed. I felt emotional and I felt love. The reason for the feelings are twofold and the one for which I blog today is that there in the front row was the 12-year-old writer for the POC Youth Newsletter. She sat with mask draped over her mouth to keep out any substance and she smiled, she cried, she rocked.  She has been diagnosed with brain cancer. She has begun chemotherapy. She is strong, she loves the Lord, she is unique.  I wonder what would she say to my youngest if given a new bike would she automatically assume she could ride it or would she just try to find out that she could. I choose to believe the latter.  This Sunday I am reminded that God is God and there is no other. She sat in the front row as a testament to His power in our lives and in the lives of those around us.

Yolande Barial
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Sunday

Sunday I woke up feeling loved.  Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Today I worship. 

 On Friday I received news that a fellow writer, 12 years old, was diagnosed with brain cancer. She was sent by ambulance to the Children’s Hospital in Oakland. A beautiful child with a beautiful spirit. She loves to write. She can pull through, this type of cancer is survivable even though it sounds scary.

When I went to see  her in the hospital Saturday evening she told me and anyone who would listen that she wanted to go home and pray to God in her house. All of the adults assured her that she could not leave the hospital. However, as I think about it now; she can go home.  We all can go to another place in our mind and in our spirit. Once there we not only find  his comfort we find solutions to the answer. We get closure.             

The preacher this morning was a woman. She spoke about moving forward. For me what that means is regardless of what is thrown in your path you persevere. You run your race and refuse to look over the shoulders at another. Evverytime that you look over your should to see who is gaining you – the slower you become.            

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

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“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”