tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53981128198488585052024-03-05T12:12:10.519-05:00Release with BreAllyseBreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-52649902293504256352016-06-30T09:00:00.000-04:002016-10-05T15:29:38.627-04:00TBT: Sophomore Slump<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Featured under 3...2...1, this entry has made it to Throwback Thursday once again lol. It's from my Beaufort High Classmate Albert Padilla. I believe he's in New York now. Hopefully he'll bless us with an update soon.</span></div>
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It's Throwback Thursday!!! In a previous post I mentioned the desire to start a newsletter for my classmates. Shout out to Beaufort High Class of 2011!!! These eagles are soaring to amazing heights. I pray God continues to bless my classmates. Since I had entries but no newsletter it seems like a good idea to present them on my blog. Someone has to read these stories.</div>
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First up is one of my favorites!!! My classmate Albert Padilla went from a below average high school student to a successful college graduate. He is one of my main supporters even though he is now in New York. God is so amazing. Below you'll see the email along with his recap of sophomore year. Look for an update from Mr. Padilla any day now lol.</div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Here is how my sophomore year went. It's crazy how someone can go from being a below average high school student to a pretty successful college student haha. I was thinking the title of my article could be, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sophomore Slump?</i>. Because most people after their first year of college do a little worst but I feel like I was very successful. What do you think?</span></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I think what you're doing is a great idea! I hope you keep up with it and can have a successful newsletter. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have had a pretty good successful year this year. I became an Alpha Leader on campus, which is a leader that is handpicked and serves as a mentor for incoming freshmen. It’s what an orientation leader does at other schools, but here they ask for much more. I am in charge of about 15-20 students. I actually teach them in their college life class, college 101, as well as just serving as someone they can talk to or ask questions to. I got to travel to Memphis Tennessee for a huge work shop called SROW, which was a great learning experience. Made some great friends from other schools while tightening my relationship with my fellow Alpha Leaders. Being an Alpha Leader has opened my eyes and I absolutely love the position.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, some other theater stuff, we do participate in competitions and attend workshops every year. This year our SCSTA, South Carolina Speech and Theater Association, competition was held on February 2<sup>nd</sup> at Tri-county Technical College in Easley SC. I took home two trophies in both categories I competed in. I took home 3<sup>rd</sup> place in Technical Design for my lighting design for Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. And I took second place in prose reading for a reading I did from one of Donald Glover’s songs titled That Power. My school took home 6 awards all together and it was an awesome day. I went the year before and didn’t win anything.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span></o:p></span><br /><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlcgQPdULd9CKBs6dFhYq5DwuXxJ1U-2NMr_LfeYx22Hu6TpTd8eF90Ot5ICZpV6z0GoykzMab-0S_htzw5lxhcAWBRevfmaT5rgz_0SEI_tJqGUg5mBNtk6SjukMlsDxua1TTpeeUH8/s200/image+%25282%2529.jpeg" width="149" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwd5fsjlnUhdRM6LbBPKY6_vuMV83eG7iA1qy5cBV6EOhmCgr-kUHDjcpktJ6V81_k9LVlcjdSkmK19pzET58XJDw3aIJvtTfyljp8CcqL4m0ctkdeqwKiy3W4GPMMSmQJH-VoxesNy4/s1600/image+%25284%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwd5fsjlnUhdRM6LbBPKY6_vuMV83eG7iA1qy5cBV6EOhmCgr-kUHDjcpktJ6V81_k9LVlcjdSkmK19pzET58XJDw3aIJvtTfyljp8CcqL4m0ctkdeqwKiy3W4GPMMSmQJH-VoxesNy4/s200/image+%25284%2529.jpeg" width="200" /></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then in March I went to Louisville Kentucky for SETC, Southeastern Theater Conference. SETC is the largest theater event held in the southeast every year. Its workshops, performances, and keynote speakers. I had an amazing time. The big keynote speaker was Norm Lewis, and he is a good friend of our department chair. We got to meet Norm personally, hangout with him, and got to get dinner at the hard rock café. We got to hear stories from one of the most successful African American Broadway actors. The whole trip was very was amazing and it was a life changing experience to say the less. The year before we went to Chattanooga Tennessee and next year we are going to Mobile Alabama! So we get to travel to all these places for free! It’s awesome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"><br /></span></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I also get to help recruit students at SETC because high schools can pay to go to SETC and we set up a table and try to convince theater students to come to Newberry. I get to help out because I am also a Student Ambassador on campus. One of the admission counselors that specialize in the arts comes with us and since I already work for her throughout the year, I help at the table. I love my school so I love talking about it and trying to share it with others. Being a student Ambassador is a great thing opportunity in its self. I get to call prospective students and tell them why I love Newberry and why I think they should come. I give tours to students who come for a campus visit. I also help with big group events on campus and it’s just a great way to meet people and help share Newberry College with others.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span></span><br />
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-79099876384236936892016-06-28T23:04:00.003-04:002016-10-05T15:16:01.731-04:00HairStory, HerStory Tuesday: Part 1My hair has been going through some changes in the past 2 months. I got the idea to do a HairStory, HerStory series that will show my hair throughout the past few years. Each hairstyle has a story. Enjoy!!!<br />
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- So as a gift a cousin of mine offered to pay for me to get my hair done for Homecoming. So I had to remove the micros. I had a very difficult time taking them out. It was so frustrating that I gave up and I would cut where the braid ends. That's a big no-no because my hair was way longer than where a micro-braid ends. When I got to my hair appointment I found out the braids were sealed/melted. That's why I was having a difficult time taking them out. In the heat of the moment (no pun intended) I couldn't remember how my hair became sealed. We spent extra time cutting my hair out at my appointment. How embarrassed I felt lol. After my hair was cut I remembered a young lady on campus styled my braids and tried to curl them with a curling iron. With the type of hair I used for my braids that's a big no-no. She never told me it was melted. She only told me the hair wouldn't curl. I wasn't to fond of the cut. It was completely shaved in the back. I could be exaggerating. But there's a difference between WANTING to cut your hair and HAVING to cut your hair. I had it cut one more time afterwards and then grew my hair out. I actually never wanted it cut in the first place. I remember people thought my hair was cut because I decided to make a big change while I was in college.<br />
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-By my 19th Birthday my hair had grown significantly. I got it done at the <a href="http://rattlersedge.com/" target="_blank">Rattler's Edge</a> on campus. I was so glad my hair was growing back. Glory to God for the day I could finally pull my hair back to make the smallest ponytail ever. The most my hair has ever been cut were my bangs in high school. Well except that time I personally cut some of my hair in 6th grade lol. Boy did I get in trouble that day.<br />
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1.Sometimes you'll receive a promise, blessing or what you desire after everyone else. Look at Rachael's desire to have a son. Look at Abraham and Sarah with God's promise of them to be parents of many nations. Sometimes a delay is okay. Everything will happen in God's timing.</div>
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Exactly one month after publishing this under "Set the Record Straight," I published Going Home. Here's some pictures from one of my many football travels. We played <a href="http://www.hamptonu.edu/athletics/" target="_blank">Hampton University</a>. Also if you haven't already read <a href="http://releasewithbreallyse.blogspot.com/2015/12/going-home.html" target="_blank">Going Home</a>. Enjoy!!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">This past weekend my school played Hampton University. Unfortunately we lost but I still had a great time. Why you may ask. Because Hampton is my birthplace. If you didn't know, I am a Navy brat. We moved from the area when I was a baby so I do not remember anything.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px; text-align: center;">Taking Flight: Taken from our takeoff in Tallahassee.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: orange;">So I don't remember the exact date I published this. I wrote this in the middle of the 2014 football season. I wrote it as sneak peak before the launch of my blog. Didn't even have an estimated time for the blog launch lol. You can still see the growth in my writing in this piece compared to <a href="http://releasewithbreallyse.blogspot.com/2015/01/check-mate.html" target="_blank">Check Mate</a> and <a href="http://releasewithbreallyse.blogspot.com/2016/01/spring-cleaning-blog-anniversary.html" target="_blank">Spring Cleaning</a>. I pray you enjoy. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #38761d;">On our way to Jackson, MS the bus went through a tunnel. Hmmm. You may feel like your life is in a tunnel season. Everything is wrong and nothing goes right. </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span><span style="color: #38761d;">Your duty at this point is to never give up. Even when there seems like there is nothing to hope for stay hopeful. Keep trusting God because he hasn't failed you yet. </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span><span style="color: #38761d;">While traveling through the tunnel the bus had to slow down but it didn't stop. You may have to slow down the pace of your life to adjust through the darkness. However, keep pressing forward because you are near the end of the tunnel.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;">Romans 4:18 NLT</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;">"Even when there was no reason for hope, Abraham kept hoping..."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;">"Abraham never wavered in believing God's promise. In fact his faith grew stronger, and in this he brought glory to God."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;">1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NLT</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;">16 Always be joyful. 17 Never stop praying 18 Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.</span><br />
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Composing this entry took awhile. I wanted to capture my birthday correctly. This has to be one of best birthdays. It was going to be lengthy but I've decided to give the briefest summary as possible.<br />
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So long story short...My sisters were kind enough to loan me some money. There were some HR issues and I was still waiting on a paycheck. Thursday after getting my hair done I found out one of my friends from middle school passed away and his funeral was the upcoming Saturday. I had friends coming in town to celebrate my birthday, a photoshoot on Saturday plus church and brunch on Sunday. I changed my photoshoot to Sunday after brunch so I could attend the funeral. Thank God my photographer and makeup artist were available and flexible. This also allowed me to saved money from buying another outfit. I wore the same dress for brunch and my photoshoot. The dress is so beautiful. It also allowed me to use my original location of choice since Sunday was a no rain day unlike Saturday. So Sunday was church, brunch and photoshoot day. Monday, March 21st was my actual birthday. Not only did one of my sorority sisters came to my brunch but she also treated me to lunch on my birthday!!! The Friday after my birthday I went to SkyZone with friends from middle school and Bible Study since they couldn't make it to brunch on Sunday. All in all this was the best birthday. I'm thankful to God to see 23.<br />
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Below are pictures from my birthday. I also included links and Instagram handles to my celebration locations and attire. Enjoy!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKwKHvmPBI6rUUXv0gIUioOGNW9mzYqELm0mvzKoi7Usys2tNswqMranwyhlrMYOeEpQ5DVQvGqSpJG1r7t8Zeqzqp_mnt9J4tl2QFnEx0fxq-GaFlj2e7Q59u4avuJoDjQbGYQoJkZA/s1600/IMG_0297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKwKHvmPBI6rUUXv0gIUioOGNW9mzYqELm0mvzKoi7Usys2tNswqMranwyhlrMYOeEpQ5DVQvGqSpJG1r7t8Zeqzqp_mnt9J4tl2QFnEx0fxq-GaFlj2e7Q59u4avuJoDjQbGYQoJkZA/s320/IMG_0297.jpg" width="212" /></a>Church: <a href="http://www.engagetallahassee.com/" target="_blank">Engage Church</a><br />
Brunch: <a href="https://www.edisontally.com/home" target="_blank">The Edison</a><br />
Cake: <a href="http://divinedelight.wix.com/divine-delight-cakes#!contact" target="_blank">Q-Ti Cakes </a><a href="https://www.instagram.com/qticakes/" target="_blank">@qticakes</a><br />
Photo Scene: <a href="http://discovercascades.com/" target="_blank">Cascades Park</a><br />
<a href="http://www.skyzone.com/tallahassee/" target="_blank">SkyZone Tallahassee</a><br />
Dress: <a href="http://www.windsorstore.com/officialsite" target="_blank">Windsor</a><br />
Shoes: <a href="http://www.charlotterusse.com/" target="_blank">Charlotte Russe</a><br />
Hair: <a href="https://www.styleseat.com/v/ikeyiapowell" target="_blank">Ikeyia Powell </a><a href="https://www.instagram.com/ikeyiap/" target="_blank">@ikeyiap</a><br />
MUA: <a href="https://www.styleseat.com/v/AlwaysRadiantEveryday" target="_blank">Radiant Jones</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/alwaysradianteveryday/" target="_blank">@AlwaysRadiantEveryday</a><br />
Photographer: <a href="http://safetie.wix.com/photographyportfolio" target="_blank">Lidia Mathers</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/safetiepin/" target="_blank">@safetiepin</a><br />
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For the month of May I decided to study the book of Ruth. Not just Ruth but the entire book of Ruth. I wanted to grow deeper in my relationship with God. Reading different plans on the Bible App wasn't cutting it for me. I was all over the place. One Sunday at church my pastor mentioned he was studying Genesis. Eureka!!! I needed to choose a specific topic or book in the Bible to study. Otherwise I would be reading aimlessly. For weeks I was stuck on what to study until that particular Sunday. I realize in this situation I had to make myself available by choosing and let God work. There are times when I feel like I'm not in tune with God so I become fearful with my decisions. In moments like that I end up not doing anything. So I made the decision to read Ruth in faith and allow God to work.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jfkme59TakMMb0E5YAlfGU0qcZPsxJFmcm2QkiBrdhvtSsaH5NS9EllWY_a4unv4Uw_2PP4bRg-Bnj_KJCIr1nPkbTId14efLsO_fm8ExvCOe7of14rIMT4RBz_2t5Z2sHkrP0yeVbY/s1600/20160513_204320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jfkme59TakMMb0E5YAlfGU0qcZPsxJFmcm2QkiBrdhvtSsaH5NS9EllWY_a4unv4Uw_2PP4bRg-Bnj_KJCIr1nPkbTId14efLsO_fm8ExvCOe7of14rIMT4RBz_2t5Z2sHkrP0yeVbY/s200/20160513_204320.jpg" width="112" /></a>Now why did I choose Ruth? It was a short book lol. Hey this was my first personal in-depth study and I didn't want to overwhelm myself. Also I know there's more to the Book of Ruth than Ruth and Boaz got married. So let the games begin. I saved all plans on the Bible App pertaining to the book of Ruth. Some days I would continuously read one chapter. I enjoyed what I was learning but still craved more. A few weeks later I found myself in <a href="http://www.lifeway.com/" target="_blank">Lifeway Christian Stores</a>. I was in there because it was hot outside and I wanted to cool off before catching the bus. As I was cooling off I came to my senses. I thought about my location and what I said I was doing for the month of May. So thank God I found a book about Ruth. It's titled Ruth:loss, love & legacy by <a href="http://kellyminter.com/" target="_blank">Kelly Minter</a> for her The Living Room Series. It's a 6-week study and has two-recipes per week. (Yum and Yay) It's set up for a small group setting. Of course I'm currently going through the study by myself. But I have been sharing a few tips or revelations with some friends. God has truly been speaking to me with this study. If you don't mind I'd like to share what I've learned thus far.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">1. Trust God No Matter What</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The first thing every study honed in on was the first two verses of Ruth. </span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;">1 </span><span class="text Ruth-1-1" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">In the days when the judges ruled,</span><span class="text Ruth-1-1" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 24px;">there was a famine in the land. </span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7129B" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7129B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span><span style="line-height: 24px;">So a man from Bethlehem in Judah,</span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7129C" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7129C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span><span style="line-height: 24px;"> together with his wife and two sons, went to live for a while</span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7129D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7129D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span><span style="line-height: 24px;"> in the country of Moab.</span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7129E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7129E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="text Ruth-1-2" id="en-NIV-7130" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">2 </span>The man’s name was Elimelek,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7130F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7130F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> his wife’s name was Naomi, and the names of his two sons were Mahlon and Kilion.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7130G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7130G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> They were Ephrathites<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7130H" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7130H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> from Bethlehem,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-7130I" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-7130I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> Judah. And they went to Moab and lived there.</span></i><br />
<span class="text Ruth-1-2" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;"><i>~Ruth 1:1-2 NIV</i></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7oRdDhqCtaJNj5WPS1162dVBcrAPNWKDds7KnjZBRs_UakLj_06bW5_NpHxTWbvKpLYsmJDa1V7R7AHKmpBD549TzdzsegfzLJcuayDycZRQYLHms4timp4Zl68FrXpLDZtGqYAfgcQ/s1600/481512df567a16d75190348618e9ee61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7oRdDhqCtaJNj5WPS1162dVBcrAPNWKDds7KnjZBRs_UakLj_06bW5_NpHxTWbvKpLYsmJDa1V7R7AHKmpBD549TzdzsegfzLJcuayDycZRQYLHms4timp4Zl68FrXpLDZtGqYAfgcQ/s200/481512df567a16d75190348618e9ee61.jpg" width="200" /></a>Elimelech was an Israelite who lived in the land of Judah. Famine struck the land and he moved his family to the land of the Moabites. At surface it may seem noble for a man to move his family to help save them. However God had instructed his people to not interact with the Moabites. There are several occasions when the Israelites turned away from God and He allowed the Moabites to rule over them.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="text Deut-23-3" id="en-NIV-5504" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">3 </span>No Ammonite<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5504B" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5504B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> or Moabite or any of their descendants may enter the assembly of the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, not even in the tenth generation.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5504C" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5504C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="text Deut-23-4" id="en-NIV-5505" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">4 </span>For they did not come to meet you with bread and water<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5505D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5505D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> on your way when you came out of Egypt, and they hired Balaam<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5505E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5505E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> son of Beor from Pethor in Aram Naharaim<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-NIV-5505c" data-link="[<a href="#fen-NIV-5505c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Deuteronomy+23&version=NIV#fen-NIV-5505c" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b34b2c; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote c">c</a>]</span><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5505F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5505F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> to pronounce a curse on you.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5505G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5505G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="text Deut-23-5" id="en-NIV-5506" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">5 </span>However, the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your God would not listen to Balaam but turned the curse<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5506H" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5506H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> into a blessing for you, because the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your God loves<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5506I" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5506I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> you.</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="text Deut-23-6" id="en-NIV-5507" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">6 </span>Do not seek a treaty<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-5507J" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-5507J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> of friendship with them as long as you live.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Deut-23-6" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><i>~Deuteronomy 23:3-6 NIV</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="text Judg-3-12" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">12 </span>Again the Israelites did evil in the eyes of the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-6581AA" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-6581AA" title="See cross-reference AA">AA</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> and because they did this evil the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> gave Eglon king of Moab<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-6581AB" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-6581AB" title="See cross-reference AB">AB</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> power over Israel. </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;"></span><span class="text Judg-3-13" id="en-NIV-6582" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">13 </span>Getting the Ammonites<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-6582AC" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-6582AC" title="See cross-reference AC">AC</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> and Amalekites<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-6582AD" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-6582AD" title="See cross-reference AD">AD</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> to join him, Eglon came and attacked Israel, and they took possession of the City of Palms.</span><span class="text Judg-3-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="text Judg-3-14" id="en-NIV-6583" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">14 </span>The Israelites were subject to Eglon king of Moab<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-6583AF" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-6583AF" title="See cross-reference AF">AF</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> for eighteen years.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Judg-3-14" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><i>~Judges 3:12-14 NIV</i></span></span><br />
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So please ma'am and please sir stay planted wherever God has you. You may think you're helping but you can be hindering. Thankfully God used this story to show faith and redemption.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">2. Cry Moving Forward</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">3. Be Willingly Available</span></b><br />
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We must make ourselves willingly available to God. Ruth twice made herself. willingly available by following Naomi to the land of Judah and going to work in the field. She was willing to pick up scraps. Scraps. As a foreigner technically that's what was expected.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="text Lev-19-9" id="en-NIV-3291" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">9 </span>When you reap the harvest of your land, do not reap to the very edges<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-3291N" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-3291N" title="See cross-reference N">N</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> of your field or gather the gleanings of your harvest.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-3291O" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-3291O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="text Lev-19-10" id="en-NIV-3292" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">10 </span>Do not go over your vineyard a second time<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-3292P" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-3292P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> or pick up the grapes that have fallen.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-3292Q" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-3292Q" title="See cross-reference Q">Q</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>Leave them for the poor and the foreigner.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-3292R" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-3292R" title="See cross-reference R">R</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> I am the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your God.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Lev-19-10" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px;"><i>~Leviticus 19:9-10 NIV</i></span></span><br />
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-66806980262178711902016-05-10T16:27:00.002-04:002016-05-12T14:50:00.373-04:00Victim Mentality: Part 1<span style="font-family: inherit;">For a final paper for one of my classes I had to write about Ben Carson's theory on victim mentality. I felt so vulnerable writing this. I'll share this in parts because even though the semester is over this piece is still incomplete. Take a look...</span><br />
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Who is Audrey S. Brooks? She was the daughter of the late Dr. Albert S. and Annie R. Smith. She was born on the May 23, 1921 in Baltimore, Maryland and died December 27, 2003. She was the mother of Wesley A. Jennings and Colonel Sidney A. Brooks.</div>
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What's her significance to me? Well if you didn't know, I'm an Iota Sweetheart. Mrs. Audrey S. Brooks is our Eternal Sweetheart.</div>
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Mrs. Brooks was a member of the Morgan State University staff and aided 12 young men in the development of <a href="http://www.iotaphitheta.org/" target="_blank">Iota Phi Theta Fraternity, Inc</a>.</div>
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The 12 Most Honorable Founders greatly appreciated the love and support of Mrs. Brooks. She was named the Eternal Sweetheart shortly after the fraternity's founding in 1963. Her son, Brother Wesley A. Jennings was a member of Iota's first pledge class.</div>
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I like to tell people being an Iota Sweetheart was a lifestyle before there was a title. That's how I like to operate in life. Work hard and help people because you want to show love and support. Not because you're looking for a title. Mrs. Brooks was humble; acting out of the kindness of her heart. She didn't have to help the 12 Most Honorable Founders.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Being serenaded by the Iotas</td></tr>
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-32010737784684315412016-01-28T09:00:00.000-05:002016-02-03T14:45:01.603-05:00Lions, Idol, and Crowns...OH MY!!!<div style="text-align: left;">
It's been almost a year since I told y'all the reason for this blog. Here's a refresher.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; line-height: 1.0791; white-space: pre-wrap;">So in my bio I mentioned God told me to start this blog over a year ago. Why the wait?? Let’s take a look back into summer 2013.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was an editorial intern at <a href="http://www.gadcotimes.com/" target="_blank">The Gadsden County Times</a> in Quincy, Florida. Just completed my sophomore year at FAMU. Devin Taylor and Brandon Hepburn were both drafted by the <a href="http://www.detroitlions.com/" target="_blank">Detroit Lions</a> and <a href="http://www.candiceglover-official.com/" target="_blank">Candice Glover</a> won <a href="http://www.americanidol.com/" target="_blank">American Idol</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What does that have to do with me? Well, Devin and Candice are classmates and we all graduated from <a href="http://bhs.beaufort.k12.sc.us/pages/Beaufort_High" target="_blank">Beaufort High School</a> in Beaufort, SC. And Brandon graduated from FAMU. His wife was actually my life group leader for <a href="http://www.everynationtallahassee.com/" target="_blank">Every Nation Campus Ministries</a> lol.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Where does that leave me? Just a girl trying to support other people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDWHeGTeQiblQS34xbroN70RX31BYlwjOejxwnXKHZowHXxWG62M-vz_MUkIkk6OQQRlUGFlX6KHV8y-7VwOpOCaFyTjqpRkhVc7Lxv3Hz2sI1gsRRidlkmtyZwnNDij_ax3x-BhFQS88/s1600/Screenshot_2015-01-29-18-39-20%5B1%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDWHeGTeQiblQS34xbroN70RX31BYlwjOejxwnXKHZowHXxWG62M-vz_MUkIkk6OQQRlUGFlX6KHV8y-7VwOpOCaFyTjqpRkhVc7Lxv3Hz2sI1gsRRidlkmtyZwnNDij_ax3x-BhFQS88/s1600/Screenshot_2015-01-29-18-39-20%5B1%5D.png" width="128" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was making Instagram and Facebook posts congratulating Devin and Brandon and encouraging people to vote for Candice. I was so happy when they all accomplished these great achievements. They displayed great humbleness and perseverance. Between seeing Devin at school and church I probably heard him speak 10 words lol. Candice won after auditioning for the third time. When Candice won my FAMU classmate <a href="http://getlivted.com/" target="_blank">Gladys</a> said she thought about me because I was a faithful supporter.
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The night Candice won I made a post for her and then another one for her and Devin. I was actually scared to post the second one. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 1.0791; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hi! Just wanted to say I love your posts. Keep lifting up our young people and showing others that they too can reach for the stars. By promoting them and their accomplishments you are showing others that they can be positive too. You are as much a winner as Devin and Candice. Keep up the good work. Angel Ryan.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wow!!! I was so humbled to receive praise from a complete stranger. I told her supporting is what I do best lol. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That same night we started planning a Facebook Page to showcase young people from The Lowcountry or even fan clubs for Devin and Candice. At this time I was beginning a “Where Are They Now?” series at my internship and developing a newsletter for the BHS Class of 2011. “Where Are They Now?” was to promote local athletes who were excelling not only on their playing field but also in the classroom. Living in Quincy and Beaufort I have seen so many student-athletes graduate high school, receive an athletic scholarship and the next thing you know they’re back home taking up space. The newsletter was intended for my classmates to share our accomplishments amongst each other. I even shared those ideas with Ms. Angel. She gave me so much advice on how to get started. Our conversation ended when she told me I was a rare individual and I would go far in life.</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So all these great ideas. What did I do? Planned but never executed. Still Ms. Angel was in my corner. December 2013 she gave me her number and told me to keep her updated. What did I do? Nothing. Didn’t even save her number. Shame? I know. But the idea and her words never left me.</span></span></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let’s fast forward to fall 2014. I’m a videographer for the football team. Still being the supportive friend. And still thinking about Ms. Angel. So I came up with a template for this blog. And Micah became my accountability partner to make sure I worked on my blog. </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's the week of <a href="http://floridaclassic.org/home.aspx" target="_blank">The Florida Blue Florida Classic</a> in Orlando. Now this is a huge game. It's my first time attending The Classic. So of course I’m excited. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Thursday before we leave for Orlando, I see a Facebook post requesting prayer for Christina Ryan and Angel Ryan. Christina was Miss Beaufort High 2007-08 and a classmate of Devin and Candice. All this time I didn’t know she was Ms. Angel’s daughter. The post came from Miss Beaufort High 2008-09. I read the <a href="http://www.islandpacket.com/search_results?q=christina+ryan" target="_blank">articles about Christina</a> on the <a href="http://www.islandpacket.com/" target="_blank">Beaufort Gazette’s website</a> and was devastated. My heart went out to Ms. Angel. The next day on the road to Orlando my friend could tell something was bothering me. So I explained Christina was burned badly in an apartment fire and her mother made a hard decision to take her off of life support.</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A few things ran through my head. Freshman year in high school hearing Christina say, “This is Christina Ryan your Miss Beaufort High with your morning announcements.” Though I didn’t know her personally it was a sad time and like I said my heart went out to Ms. Angel. I’m Miss Beaufort High 2</span><span style="vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;">nd</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Runner-Up 2010-11. I wanted to round up all the queens to do something. Send flowers, start a scholarship fund, something to help Ms. Ryan. And then God was like, </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>“Remember the blog?” </b></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It may not seem like much to others. But it was important for me to start this blog after Christina danced her way to heaven. In 2013 I wrote one article for “Where Are They Now?” and I never started the newsletter. My hope is to revamp those ideas and include them in “3…2…1.” </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you have the back story to “Release with BreAllyse.”</span><br />
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-13964940381504895512016-01-22T09:00:00.000-05:002016-07-12T17:02:04.546-04:00Release the Dancing Machine: Isac Gaitan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everyone meet Isac. He's like a little itty bitty brother to me. Haha he's a young adult. Recently, Isac has choreographed a dance routine and asked me to promote his video on my Instagram page. I wanted to do more than just post on IG. People will always need a reference without scrolling through weeks of videos and photographs. So I eagerly asked if we could collab his video with my blog. Thankfully he replied, "Of course!"<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Personal Interesting Fact:</b> Half Colombian, Half Nicaraguan</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Dance Organization:</b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/AttackDanceCrewTV/videos" target="_blank">Attack Dance "Crew"</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Who is your greatest inspiration? Why?</b>: My parents are my inspiration because they have done so much with so little.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Please discuss the choreography and video production.:</b> Choreography came from listening to Bryson Tiller's Trap Soul album. Album was very good in my opinion and had plenty songs I wanted to do choreography to but this song in particular stood out to me because of past experiences. So I told myself I would make a production to this song. So I contacted my close friend Jared Liverpool who is a very talented director and together we came up with the video aspect. The next thing I did was get some great dancers and in 4 days the video was made.</span></div>
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Amani Sirmon <a href="https://www.instagram.com/armanisimon/" target="_blank">@armanisimon</a></div>
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Isac Gaitan <a href="https://www.instagram.com/ice_gaitan/" target="_blank">@ice_gaitan</a><br />
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Manny Acosta <a href="https://www.instagram.com/forever_fresco/" target="_blank">@forever_fresco</a><br />
Morale Durden <a href="https://www.instagram.com/mojo_diddly/" target="_blank">@mojo_diddly</a><br />
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-66486996661075064452016-01-19T10:47:00.000-05:002016-01-19T11:38:24.738-05:00Spring Cleaning: Blog AnniversarySo it's my Blogversary!!! Wait. Is that a thing to say in Bloggers World lol?!? Well today makes one year since I posted my first blog post <a href="http://releasewithbreallyse.blogspot.com/2015/01/check-mate.html" target="_blank">"Check Mate"</a>.<br />
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Moving forward, it's Transformation Tuesday!!! This entry is about change. I have been doing some spring cleaning. Some clothes, shoes and books have got to go. Negative thoughts have got to go.<br />
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You'll notice some changes about my blog. Stemming off the blog title, the main tab is titled "Release." Also, you can now subscribe to my blog. Yay!!! Just make sure you are viewing the web version and then verify your subscription. I'm working on my organization skills in life and wanted you all as my readers to have better navigation through my entries. I had too many tabs. So goodbye "Set the Record Straight", "3...2...1" and "BAM." I still wish to incorporate the tabs into the homepage. So what will happen to my entries posted on my previous tabs? Well that's why we have Throwback Thursday and Flashback Friday lol. I'll repost them on the main page on any given Thursday or Friday.<br />
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<b>Set The Record Straight-</b> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;">I am a student videographer for the </span><a href="http://www.famuathletics.com/SportSelect.dbml?&DB_OEM_ID=25300&SPID=80904&SPSID=606545" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Rattler Football Team</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;">. The 2014 theme was "Set the Record Straight." So let's "Set the Record Straight," I love athletics but I am not athletic. Well I cheered and participated in band lol. I believe there is a lesson in everything and will be sharing life lessons I received with my experience with athletics.</span><br />
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<b>3...2...1-</b> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;">The purpose of 3...2...1 is to highlight people I admire or who standout in my eyes. Also 3...2...1 is my birthday lol. March 21. So it can be a coach, a couple, or a student. Whomever the spotlight falls on. Lights...Cam</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;">era...Action in 3...2...1!!!</span><br />
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<b>BAM-</b> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;">"BAM!" something Emeril Lagasse would say on his cooking show. I was a huge fan as a little girl. So you guessed it this is all about food and fellowship. I may share a recipe, a restaurant experience, or a funny family dinner story. Check out my Pinterest food board - </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/breallyse/heaven-on-earthfood/" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Heaven on Earth = Food</a><br />
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It's my prayer that you feel refreshed and renewed once reading my entries. I'm human just like you. I make mistakes just like you. Every now and then I prefer to take a step back and breathe just like you. So as you read about friends, tragedies, blessings, dancers and my life altogether, I pray it inspires you in some way. Let's grow together!!!<br />
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<br />BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-79601187879397282642016-01-03T21:27:00.001-05:002016-01-03T21:58:21.856-05:00A Detour is Not a Dead EndHappy New Year!!! Yes I know it's not the first but it's my first entry of 2016. We usually spend a few days or even weeks in December and January collectively reflecting over the year. It's a time when people make new goals or resolutions. During reflection, we're happy about the goals we accomplished over the year. You may have a goal or two or maybe fifty leven (yes fifty leven lol) that were not accomplished in 2015. Shoot you probably don't have goals completed from 2013. Well you know what?<br />
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Remember everything works together for the good of those who love the Lord. This doesn't mean everything will be good but everything will work for your good. I want to share a few examples from Genesis. Please bear with me.<br />
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<b>Ishmael and Isaac </b>- Even though Abraham and Sarah took matters into their own hands, God's word still proved to be true with the birth of Isaac. God was even able to use the descendants of Ishmael to fulfill another purpose. Ishmael married a woman from Egypt and was lacking nothing. Now don't go purposely creating Ishmael situations in your life. We don't want to take advantage of God's forgiveness.<br />
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<b>Jacob, Leah and Rachael </b>- Not your ideal story. Although when I would watch Love & Hip-Hop (NY and ATL) I would refer to the love triangles as JLR situations. I'm not encouraging being a sidechick or waiting on a married man but we know the JLR story. Despite the detour of her husband marrying her sister first and not being able to bear a son for sometime, Rachael gave birth to Joseph. With the sister wives competition the 12 Tribes of Israel came into place.<br />
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The title came to me months ago but I didn't have any content for this entry yet. Isn't that how life can be for us? <i>God gives us the promise (title) but we don't have the fruit (content) just yet.</i> Just like this entry took time to come into place your fruit is still growing. You may be working at this great company and have a dream of being a CEO, then bam you're fired from your job. That doesn't mean you're not going to be a CEO.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGvUcBdu8O93Bp_0WHMHt_MwoOpcX-rnNP4Ktwvw4mTBiWRdrbpB70Fk6B8uUObyyF5_IPGetU_zp4SXb1X8v1rKATSvtrQWLnrwQo7z4CLMPk0xHu2tBD1ypwE7D6eWsliXjMH-kY7I/s1600/01509b934dee6e41f4604a113adab76e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGvUcBdu8O93Bp_0WHMHt_MwoOpcX-rnNP4Ktwvw4mTBiWRdrbpB70Fk6B8uUObyyF5_IPGetU_zp4SXb1X8v1rKATSvtrQWLnrwQo7z4CLMPk0xHu2tBD1ypwE7D6eWsliXjMH-kY7I/s200/01509b934dee6e41f4604a113adab76e.jpg" width="160" /></a>The fruit of this title came into place at the end of the Fall 2015 semester. I had a friend who was dealing with the issue of failing her teaching test after several attempts. One of my friends made the decision to move back home to complete school. I thought about a friend who played football at another university before transferring to FAMU to play football a couple of years ago. Speaking of football, I have a cousin who lost his football scholarship and now he's back home. I can't forget my dear old friend who hasn't completed college yet but is now taking care of his family. Then there's me. My graduation was pushed back a semester. How many of us know people in the above situations?<br />
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P.S. Stay tuned for some changes to "Release with BreAllyse"<br />
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<br />BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-26041834699045433362015-12-15T12:45:00.000-05:002015-12-15T23:00:05.935-05:00Transparency Tuesday: CrushedI've been told other young women can benefit from my story. There are times when I'm trying to figure out what is my story. I do know I have thoughts in my head. Keeping the baggage to myself isn't helping me or healthy. So I'll share my thoughts so I can free my mind and possibly help someone else.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Crushed</span></b> is what I become when my mind wanders to the past. My past two boyfriends broke up with me. The next thing you know their girlfriends are pregnant and then they're married. Now the first of the two wasn't such a bad situation we both had moved on. It just stung a little. Like wow didn't we talk about marriage? But hey we were in high school so it's whatever lol. But that second one is what really crushed me. How easy was it for you to replace me and give her what I wanted? So I guess we didn't mean anything? Was I that sassy? Was I that bad? Was I super rude? Too caring? Intimidating? Ugly? Too dark? Too short? Like what was it?<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Forget Love!"</span></b> I see this so many times on social media. After a heartbreak we're ready to give up on love. I felt like this before. Love is such a vulnerable thing. Sometimes I think I'll become the old lady with cats. Other times I think I'll settled to be married. And not settling for a bum but an abuser! Like I'll get in a relationship just to have someone because I have given up on love. Because the guy senses it, he'll become my abuser. After all something must be wrong with me that good or decent men left me. We live in such a chill generation. Will I settle for a situationship? None of the above!!! God is so awesome. Jesus is love. And Jesus never fails. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Crushing</span></b> is what I'm doing now. I now have a crush on a particular young man. I am constantly asking God to guard my heart in the matter. Some may ask do you think this is your husband? Why waste a crush? Right now I'm more focused on change and not results. I Breanna Allyse Rittman after being so crushed now have a crush on someone. This is very monumental for me lol. Don't get me wrong, I am content in my singleness. After all, God is still healing me. He will always be the head of my life. I seek Him in all things. It's just so relieving to have a crush because it's a sign that I am healing. </div>
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While reflecting and reading my Bible I like to think of this as a Job situation. No I'm not perfect. I definitely have my faults. However, I believe these were situations God has allowed me to go through as tests. So when these agonizing thoughts come to mind I begin to speak against them. What the devil meant for my harm, God is using for His glory. I am in a better place than I was this time last year. </div>
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-23905580918201280502015-12-08T12:21:00.002-05:002016-07-12T15:25:18.166-04:00Going Home<div style="text-align: right;">
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Fun fact: I love the sound of water; it is so calming to me. I've wondered why from time to time. Did I have an experience with water? Traveling "home" allowed me to realize being born by water probably had something to do with that lol. (If you don't know what I mean by home check out "<a href="http://releasewithbreallyse.blogspot.com/p/set-record-straight.html" target="_blank">Set The Record Straight</a>.") Let's not forget I spent approximately 4 years of my life living on the island of Guam. Hey I am a Navy Brat so water is life lol.<br />
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So many of us do certain things not knowing why. Go back "home" and figure out why. Talk to your family and see what generational patterns need to be broken. Look at Rebekkah in the Bible. She was deceitful. Her brother Laban was deceitful. Her son Jacob was deceitful. Her daughter-in-law/niece Rachael was deceitful. They all have great qualities about them but good Lord talk about a generational pattern. After realizing their connections to each other I have wondered about the parents of Rebekkah and Laban.<br />
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Not all generational patterns are bad by the way. When you take a trip "home" you just may realize you do or like certain things because of your great-great grandfather. My grandmother ate Mr. Goodbars heavily when she was pregnant with my dad and now he loves the candy and so do I lol. I have an old friend whose mom ate fish a lot when she was pregnant now the result is my friend cannot eat fish or her throat will swell up. A friend of mine's wife asked him why did he work so much. After having a self-reflection moment, he realized he saw his mom work so much so it was natural for him to work.<br />
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Going back to my family. I like to walk and talk on the phone in the yard. Outside of the fact that if I'm in the country with my family cell phone reception is better outside lol, my dad walks and talks. I have a sister who when she gets upset she will pace the yard talking. She gets that from my dad. If you seen the movie "War Room" you saw the prayer rooms were covered in prayers written on paper. When I tell you in my house the entire house is the prayer room. My dad has typed and taped scriptures and prayers all over the house. My dad will be up in the middle of the night and have his time with God. We had to write our goals down every New Year's Eve with scripture. Now I do the same thing even though I'm away at college. Hey Proverbs 22:6 is real. Any time I have a goal I write it down. I'll have quiet time with God no matter the time of day or night. I can give countless stories from my mom's side where forgiveness has been displayed in the most difficult situations. Trust and believe the different interactions dealing with people who have "wronged me" had me question "Why am I so nice?" I have a forgiving heart. It's actually easier to forgive than it is to hold a grudge. And another thing, I like natural daylight. If the sun is shining bright I don't see the point in having the lights on in the house. You better open the blinds or curtains lol. I get that from my mom's side. I actually think they keep the lights off to conserve energy and save money.<br />
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As I'm getting older and so close to graduation, I spend plenty of time reflecting on my mannerisms. I've had to use discernment to see what to keep and what not to keep. Also, understanding other people's backgrounds helps me deal with them better. I've realized everyone doesn't have the same "home," that I had.<br />
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Take a break from your hectic schedule and do a self-evaluation. Ask God to show you what needs to be removed and what needs to be improved. Talk to your family members. This is what helps me learn more and more about myself.<br />
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<br />BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-55716005491823621652015-08-19T14:36:00.002-04:002016-07-12T14:59:01.639-04:00Pulling Back to Push Forward<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWdtxmLPsvhrO134-57qOq3Tw84I16yS7pleLPL2PSxxye3ZRtqIOlwmz5cb6giKXj7K9e6ILenrLsOaa7ZIwLBkZ3aooga8-wMlBLaLHLuT_bBcdbWKcdiQfaeNsXLZcuoDCRvbLX1a0/s1600/bb3fede6722de0167c8467da489ac999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWdtxmLPsvhrO134-57qOq3Tw84I16yS7pleLPL2PSxxye3ZRtqIOlwmz5cb6giKXj7K9e6ILenrLsOaa7ZIwLBkZ3aooga8-wMlBLaLHLuT_bBcdbWKcdiQfaeNsXLZcuoDCRvbLX1a0/s320/bb3fede6722de0167c8467da489ac999.jpg" width="192" /></a>January 2, 2014 - My boyfriend for the past 2.5 years broke up with me.<br />
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January 6, 2014 - I started a new semester of school taking 15 credit hours in order to keep my scholarship. Within this semester I joined two new organizations and my work hours per week for my on campus job went from 10 to 20.<br />
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Summer 2014 - I was a Peer Counselor for incoming freshmen taking summer classes.<br />
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August 24, 2014 - My ex-boyfriend tells me he's beginning a new relationship. It's been like a love triangle since we broke up in January. I had been trying to "win him back" for months.<br />
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August 25, 2014 - Another 15 credit hour semester begins. This was my first season working with the football team. Might I add we had a game the first week of school. Of course practices start during the summer. Matter of fact within a week of finishing the summer counseling program I began working with the team. My campus job transferred me to another location and I began working the evening shift 10 hours a week after practices.<br />
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January 2, 2015 - I received a text about my ex being married. I had just found out after Christmas that his girlfriend was pregnant.<br />
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January 7, 2015 - Yet another 15 credit hour packed semester begins. I joined another organization and was still working for the football team so that means spring practices for the spring game. I'm still working 10 hours a week.<br />
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Summer 2015 - I'm registered for 3 classes. They're all classes that I'm retaking so I can graduate December 11, 2015.<br />
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Seems like I did a pretty good job moving forward from the bomb of a breakup and the debris that followed. That timeline is only a snippet of what happened. But hey you can't tell it all in one day. Let's get back to summer 2015.<br />
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June 3, 2015 - I checked myself into a mental health clinic and was diagnosed with major depression. This was not my favorite place to be but it was a learning experience. It was great to be in some solitude. I had no choice but to unplug from the outside world.<br />
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I didn't take a semester off because the thought of shame weighed on my shoulders. The shame of taking a break from school over a breakup. The shame of taking a break and having to push graduation back. I didn't want to lose my scholarship so I had to take 15 credit hours and keep my GPA above a 3.0. I didn't want to lose my job because it paid good and I had to be 3.0 student to keep my job.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">I learned that sometimes we have to pull back to push forward.</span></b> I was only trying to push forward. I wasn't resting. Without rest I wasn't effective in my academics and social life. After joining my organizations I went ghost. I was not around; I wanted to be by myself. Have you ever been in a room full of people and felt alone? That's how I became once I joined organizations. I have had to retake classes; some of them several times. It's funny my
sophomore year I was in a class with a young man who was taking the class for
the third time. I thought to myself "How?" Well God surely answered
how. Life happens is the answer. I was so worried about losing my scholarship but it runs out after four years. So even now I don't have the scholarship from the university. I was concerned about losing my job because I wasn't a student anymore but you have to keep your GPA above 3.0. I wasn't focused in class and wasn't doing my work. My GPA fell below a 3.0. I am now jobless and graduation has definitely been pushed back. By not taking a rest I added more to my plate. It's okay though because everything works together for the good of those who love the Lord.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Holding everything in and not taking a break was the equivalent of me auditioning for the show Snapped.</span></b> I wasn't dealing with my feelings. Sometimes I felt like people would not let me deal with my feelings. "Forget him." "F**k that N***a" Clearly easier said than done. You don't just forget about someone and I can't erase 2.5+ years out of my life. "You have to keep going, you can't stop." I need rest or I won't be effective moving forward. "People have it worse than you." Trust me I know someone has it worse than me. But you know what? I also have it worse than someone. When people say that it makes someone feel guilty for having feelings. Like let me feel what I feel. The Bible says to sin not when angry. So evidently there is going to be a time in my life when I become angry. This was that time. I felt angry, hurt, bitter, embarrassed, betrayed and so much more. I wasn't trying to have a pity party but I did have emotions that need to be handled.<br />
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It took a lot of courage for me to be just a little transparent with you. I'd like to take the time to applaud Jay Shaw and Shay Shaw. Twin classmates of mine. They both shared their testimonies with the world and it is so beautiful. It's amazing how God works. It actually motivated me to share a part of my testimony. Check out <a href="https://shayshaw.wordpress.com/2015/06/30/my-story/">Shay's story</a> on her blog "<a href="https://shayshaw.wordpress.com/">A Mama's True Mission</a>" and Jay's is posted below.<br />
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I want to encourage those of you going through a tough time to <span style="color: red;"><b>talk with
God and do what's best for you.</b></span> Do
not worry about what anyone else has to say. If I continued to worry
about what others think I wouldn't have went to the mental health
clinic. If I continued to worry about what others think I wouldn't be
sharing this testimony with you. I now know in tough times to act as if I am an arrow in a
bow. The further it pulls back the farther it shoots outs.<br />
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Relax, Relate, Release,<br />
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~BreAllyse<br />
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<br />BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-45305565474482506172015-08-03T17:55:00.002-04:002016-07-12T14:31:38.944-04:00I Can Do All Things: My Silver Jubilee<a href="http://images.amcnetworks.com/wetv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/bhm_quotes_mayaangelou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="http://images.amcnetworks.com/wetv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/bhm_quotes_mayaangelou.jpg" border="0" src="http://images.amcnetworks.com/wetv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/bhm_quotes_mayaangelou.jpg" height="159" width="200" /></a>So I recently met a young lady who created a 30 Before 30 list for her 29th birthday. She wrote a list of 30 goals she wishes to accomplish by the age of 30. I am working on 25 Before 25. I'm currently 22 years old so I have some time to accomplish the goals on my list. I wrote them down to keep them in my sight. Like <a href="http://www.latoyaearly.com/" target="_blank">Latoya Early</a> says we must "Write the Vision."<br />
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Now I'm taking a huge step by sharing my goals on my blog. I chose to share them on the premise of certain scriptures from the Bible; both the Old and New Testament.<br />
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2 Then the Lord said to me, "Write my answer plainly on tablets, so that a runner can carry the correct message to others. 3 This vision is for a future time. It describes the end, and it will be fulfilled. If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed.<br />
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<b>Matthew 18:19-20 NLT</b><br />
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19 "I also tell you this: If two of you agree here on earth concerning anything you ask, my Father in heaven will do it for you. 20 For where two or three gather together as my followers, I am there among them."<br />
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Woo. Just writing the scriptures gave me some motivation to keep pressing forward towards my goals. I ask that you come in agreeance with me as I ask God to help me reach my goals according to His will. Also I'll agree with you as you make your list. Whatever age you choose. I shared my list with my mom and she along with her best friend are going to do a 50 Before 50 list. I'm not going to get myself in trouble by telling you how many years left they have until they're 50. What I found interesting is we have some of the same goals. It shows that no matter the age, people have common interests. So share your goals with others so they can help you and keep you accountable.<br />
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* I decided to write a little blurb explaining why each item is on the list. It's great motivation to keep in mind when I make certain decisions. I think to myself is this helping or hindering my goals. They are listed below in no particular order.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">1. Photoshoot with <a href="http://www.erickrobinsonphotography.com/" target="_blank">Erick Robinson Photography</a></span></span><br />
-Erick and I attended middle school together in Quincy, Fl. This young man has amazing talent when it comes to photography. God has blessed him to work with the likes of Tiffany Evans and LisaRaye. Even Nigel Barker from America's Next Top Model has complimented his work. For my 21st birthday I wanted to do a photoshoot with Erick had it planned out and everything but it didn't work out on my end. But as long as both of us have breath in our body and we're mobile I still want this photoshoot. I think a photoshoot just because is a great idea. I'd actually feel very official. And why not support people from your hometown?<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">2. Buy a car</span></span><br />
-It would be so much easier for me to get to church and around the city. I used to want a car for my own selfish desires but now I just want a car so I can serve Jesus and help people serve Jesus by giving them rides to church functions.<br />
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- Another selfish desire that turned into wanting to help God's beautiful people. Some people from church hosts potlucks and movie nights. I want to do the same. When family and friends come to visit I want to help save them money from a hotel. Lastly, there have been great angels (my friends and family) in Tallahassee who have allowed me to stay at their place for free. I want to pay it forward. (Yes I'll pay them when I can however I can lol.)<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">4. Graduate from <a href="http://www.famu.edu/" target="_blank">FAMU</a></span></span><br />
- I love my university but it is time for me to go. FAMU has taught me well and it's time for me to show what I have learned. It's been a long road here at Florida A&M University but I am an overcomer!<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">5. Go to a <a href="http://pinkypromiseconference.com/" target="_blank">Pinky Promise Conference</a></span></span><br />
<a href="https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1790536070/pinky_promise_heart_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1790536070/pinky_promise_heart_final.jpg" border="0" height="176" src="https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1790536070/pinky_promise_heart_final.jpg" width="200" /></a>-Well this one is pretty much settled. I already had a young lady tell me I was going even if she had to pay for me to attend the conference hosted by <a href="http://www.heatherllindsey.com/" target="_blank">Heather Lindsey</a>. I was against it for awhile but how am I going to grow if I don't attend anything that will help me grow.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">6. Start Graduate School</span></span><br />
- I wish to attend <a href="http://www.belmont.edu/" target="_blank">Belmont University</a> to study Sports Administration as well as the <a href="https://www.artinstitutes.edu/nashville/" target="_blank">Art Institute of Tennessee-Nashville</a> to get my diploma in culinary arts. What can I say? I have a thing for sports and food. My friends joke my husband will love me because of my love for sports and food. God has him in waiting somewhere over the rainbow lol.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">7. Move to Nashville</span></span><br />
- Three things. Music. Food. Sports. Need I say more? Nashville is a beautiful city.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">8. Meet Oprah</span></span><br />
-I have a collection of <a href="http://www.omagonline.com/index.php" target="_blank">O, The Oprah Magazine</a> covers. I wanted to be like Oprah when I was growing up. Now I still have some goals that align with Oprah but I have grown to understand that God has an individual plan for each of us. Growing up the joke was if you appeared on The Oprah Show AND Sesame Street you made it. But The Oprah Show is no more. I still want to meet her of course. I also love that she is an HBCU graduate. Shout out to the <a href="http://www.tnstate.edu/" target="_blank">Tennessee State University Tigers</a>.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">9. Go to an NFL game</span></span><br />
<a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/91/79/cf/9179cfb79c7fc455d5e0c8b11a1c6dc4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/91/79/cf/9179cfb79c7fc455d5e0c8b11a1c6dc4.jpg" border="0" height="136" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/91/79/cf/9179cfb79c7fc455d5e0c8b11a1c6dc4.jpg" width="200" /></a>-It's football. Enough said. Though I'm a Navy Brat I spent a majority of my time in the South and we know football is very big in the South. Now I rather watch sports in their respective arenas instead of sitting at home on the couch. As I'm writing this I long for the season to start. Some of you know I work with the <a href="http://www.famuathletics.com/SportSelect.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=25300&SPID=80904&SPSID=606545&DB_OEM_ID=25300" target="_blank">Rattler Football Team</a> and practice is starting so soon. I'm excited!!! #RealWomenWatchFootball<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">10. Travel Outside of the U.S.</span></span><br />
-Spain and England are at the top of my list. The Cheetah Girls are definitely the reason I want to visit Spain. I would like to see, what I consider, the other melting pot so England is on the list as well. My passport will not be limited to these two locations. How can Africa not be on the list? My beloved Guam is a US Territory. I spent 4 years of my life there and want to go back for a honeymoon and/or vacation. So let the adventures begin.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">11. Start the BreAllyse Vlog</span></span><br />
-Hey I like to talk. I have to work my way up to a talk show somehow. Since I didn't get interviewed by Oprah on her show hopefully I can interview her on my show.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">12. Have a dance recital</span></span><br />
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-Swimming is a must. I believe my water safety is important.<br />
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-I am heavily involved on campus. My organizations will stick with me until I die. Again how can I grow if I don't attend their conferences and workshops to make me better for life and the organizations. <a href="http://www.nscs.org/" target="_blank">The National Society of Collegiate Scholars</a>, <a href="http://www.iotasweetheartsinc14.com/#!home/c1dmp" target="_blank">Iota Sweethearts Incorporated</a>, <a href="http://www.zphib1920.org/" target="_blank">Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc.</a> and the <a href="http://www.nabj.org/" target="_blank">National Association of Black Journalists</a> are just a few of my organizations.<br />
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-All I know about my dad's side is we come from Quincy, Fl. Now I am already convinced there is some relation to our name and Rittman, Ohio. People probably moved down south or they moved up north. Who knows? I don't and I want to find out. Another fun fact, the name of the county Rittman is in is my dad's middle name.<br />
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-Another goal that deals with talking lol. I've spoken in front of the <a href="http://www.lifeway.com/n/Product-Family/True-Love-Waits" target="_blank">True Love Waits</a> girls from my church before. It was a start and I want to do it again. So if you know someone looking to speak to young adults let me know.<br />
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-Food once again. Food is art. Food is how I fellowship. I just want to cook and bake in my spare time. A cake decorating class will help me sharpen my skills.<br />
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-What an honor this will be as a journalist to have one of my articles published in Ebony Magazine.<br />
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-I took classes in high school and college and I'm still not fluent. Let's not talk about how the Chamorro language in Guam includes a Spanish dialect. I want to be more well-rounded amongst my peers.<br />
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- Now if I'm not married by the age of 25 I won't be upset. I chose this for my list to show I won't give up on love. This time I'll allow God to write my love story. Funny how it's number 22 and I thought I would be married by the age of 22. It was a desire but I'm okay. Hey, I'm still alive.<br />
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-I love my HBCU!!! I mean it's <a href="http://www.famu.edu/" target="_blank">Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University</a> what's not to love. I'm a Campus Ambassador better known as a tour guide for FAMU but I'll digress for now on why my university is great. I would love to travel and learn about other HBCUs. I'm currently working on a list of schools to visit. Our archrivals <a href="http://www.cookman.edu/" target="_blank">Bethune-Cookman University Wildcats</a> are definitely on the list. Hey, they have Mary McLeod Bethune. It's something about those Historically Black Colleges and Universities. You just have to love them. #HBCUnity<br />
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- Food made the list again!!! I wish to visit restaurants featured on the <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/" target="_blank">Food Network</a> and <a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/" target="_blank">Travel Channel</a>. When I was younger I wanted Rachael Ray's job $40 a Day. Now I want Guy's job for Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.<br />
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Welp, there you have it. My 25 Before 25 list. Now this list did not come over night. I actually got stuck after number 21 for days. As you can see I now have to come up with a list for certain items on the list lol. It's so easy to read about HBCUs or Rittman, Ohio but I don't want to take the easy way out. I love to experience and be in the presence of history. I am releasing my fears and stepping up to the plate because I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me.<br />
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I challenge you to create a list for whatever age you choose. Once you create your list please share it with me. Use #ICanDoAllThingsChallenge and tag me so I can pray in agreeance.<br />
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I officially became a member of <a href="http://www.engagetallahassee.com/" target="_blank">Engage Church</a> where the goal is to Engage God, Engage People, and Engage Culture. Can you believe it?!? After years of church hopping I found a church home!!!<br />
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I want to share the symbolism behind me joining a church. I believe this will open new doors for me. I feel like I fully committed to God with this step. There were times I would look around and see people receiving the blessings I asked for. The blessing I prayed for. The blessings I fasted for. I thought I was committing my actions to the Lord like it says in Proverbs 16:3. So why aren't my plans succeeding? <br />
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I've been wondering why there's a lack of stability in my life but I haven't even chosen a church home. I wanted to grow but I couldn't stay planted. I really felt a lack of stability when it came to people. I went through a nasty break-up, losing friends left to right, having trouble finding mentors. Lord what's going on? I was looking for stability in people and not in God. So God had to shake it up to wake me up. I'm thankful for the situations because they drew me closer to God. Hindsight is 20/20 and the revelations are real. I can't be in a committed courtship, friendship, or mentorship if I'm not fully committed to God.<br />
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I like describing joining a church as going to a hair salon. The proper hair care will allow your hair to be better than it was before. It'll take time but you will see the changes after while. However if you keep going from salon to salon you won't see any growth. You may actually cause damage to your hair. Not because the products or service was bad but because your hair can't grasp any consistency. It can't be trained. So me not growing wasn't the fault of the other churches I attended. I wasn't committed to God so I could commit to a church. Now I'm fully committed to God by committing to Engage Church. Which is me committing to be planted, to be watered, so I can grow. With my growth I will blossom meaning gain maturity. Once I blossom I'll be a help to others. Meaning God can use me. He can use me for His glory.<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>I am the Lord's bride and I fully submit to Him!!! I now have somewhere I can use my gifts. I'm walking with a new level of favor. I can now fully walk in the purpose God has for me.</b></span><br />
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-28180674740992260162015-07-16T15:27:00.000-04:002015-12-15T22:58:39.179-05:00Use to Develop not Develop to UseHey y'all!!! Today's topic is using your gifts. Many times as Christians we tell non-believers they do not have to "get right" before turning their lives over to God. Turning to God will get you right. It's the same with our gifts God has given us. We don't have to master and sandpaper our gift before using it for God. Using it for God will cause it to be mastered and sandpapered.<br />
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I received this revelation attending Bible Study at <a href="http://www.engagetallahassee.com/" target="_blank">Engage Church</a>. The topic was stewardship and Dave Plettl did a great job speaking. He came out of 1 Peter 4:10-11.<br />
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10 Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God's grace in its various forms. 11 If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">He pointed how the scripture said use and not develop. You do not have to perfect your gift before you use it. Just use it. As a journalism student I have been told several times the only way to get better at writing is to write. As hard as using your gift may seem it's just that simple use it. Ask God to direct you and He will show you how to use your gift. If you don't know your gift. Ask God to reveal your gift to you</span><span style="color: #990000;">.</span><br />
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That Wednesday my mindset changed. I love to write and help people. My writing is actually a tool for me to help people. It doesn't matter if I'm not the most popular blogger. If only 10 people read my blog I'm content. This blog entry may be the encouragement someone needs. It's important for me to use my gift so God can use me to reach other people. This blog will help me become a better writer. Again the only way for me to get better at my gift is to use it. Sometimes I think helping people includes money. There are times when I can help just by praying for someone or being a listening ear. And of course being obedient by posting a blog entry lol. I will not sit around and say, "Lord I can't help anyone because I don't have any money." What I will do is ask God what message does He want me to write and how I can help others.<br />
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So don't try to perfect your gift before you use it. Go ahead and began using your gift in whatever way you can. If it's singing join the choir or the praise and worship team. Baking? Start baking for family functions or maybe a camp. Do something for God's glory!!! After while you will see the growth. Besides as Plettl told us,<br />
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<br />BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-64511436083819472982015-06-24T14:46:00.001-04:002015-12-15T22:58:53.458-05:00A Letter to My FAMU SelfHey y'all I've been doing lots of reflecting lately. From time to time I'll be sharing these thoughts and revelations from God. In the meantime please read "A Letter to My FAMU Self." <br />
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I wrote it my junior year at the request of my classmate Gladys. It's purpose was to reflect over the past few years of college and give advice to the freshman me. As I prepare for graduation that's quickly approaching I reflect over this letter. My counselor suggested I write a letter to myself as a reminder of what actions work when I become overwhelmed. My original letter still helps but I'll write another one. This is a great activity. It's a great way to keep faith and stay encouraged. <br />
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P.S. Check out Gladys' website <a href="http://www.getlivted.com/" target="_blank">Get Livted</a> (IG: getlivted)<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 200%;"><strong>A Letter to My FAMU
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Congratulations
you made it to FAMU. You’ve been waiting your entire life to attend this
prestigious university. Making the Dean’s list is no issue for you. But I also
can tell that there is something in you. You have so much potential inside of
you. Now it’s time to let it out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Girl
have confidence in yourself. Do not doubt yourself. Make decisions for
yourself. College is about finding out who you are. You can and you will break
the mold. You are going through a metamorphosis.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Sweetheart
why are you sitting in the room? Get out and network. You need to make a
lasting impression. You may know them but honey do they know you? Remember the
first impression is a lasting impression. So take pride in your appearance. No wrinkles,
face beat, and hair laid. So spend the extra time ironing clothes. You have
beautiful skin so make-up isn’t needed all the time. But it’s okay for you to
dabble. And please do something about your hair. Pay someone to do it or learn
how to do it yourself. Barter if you have to. The cameras are always lurking.
Every day is photo op. It’s time to stock up on your business casual. You want
to look the part.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Continue
to grow spiritually. You can still be a Christian and have fun in college. God
brought you this far do not drop him when you get to college. This is the time
when you can fully experience him by yourself. The responsibility of going to
church is all on you now. Mommy and Daddy aren’t here to wake you up for
church. You’ll have fun. Trust me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Mediocrity
will not do at FAMU. So strive to excel. Great opportunities come with
networking and academics. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You will have
fun at the campus events and joining various organizations on campus is a great
way to make friends. If you need to take a year to figure out what to join that
is fine. No need to jump on the bandwagon. But be heavily involved in your
major. So the FAMUAN, WANM, and JOURNEY Magazine need to be on the top of your
list. And Association of Black Journalists is a great organization. Save your
money so you can attend the National Association of Black Journalists
Convention and Career Fair in the summer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Do
not be afraid to apply for scholarships and internships. You are only hurting
yourself when you do not apply. You know your out-of-state tuition needs to be
paid. And an internship can turn into a job. You have nothing to lose.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Lastly
let’s talk about relationships. Your relationship depends on you and your
boyfriend. There is nothing wrong with being in a relationship as a freshman.
Everyone is different. Some never get in a relationship while they’re in
college and that’s fine too. But do not get in a relationship without a
purpose. That is a waste of time for the both of you. People will tell you that
you are still growing into your own person so being in a relationship is not
good. But you are always growing, so find someone you are willing to grow with.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">If
you do all of this your college years will be fun and memorable. You do not
want to reflect over your life and say “I wish I had…” Enjoy your college
years. You are a Rattler so STRIKE, STRIKE, and STRIKE AGAIN!</span></div>
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Relax, Relate, <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Release, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">~BreAllyse</span><br />
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BreAllysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13486305808615512142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398112819848858505.post-10603376800356903722015-01-19T14:28:00.003-05:002015-12-15T22:59:37.273-05:00Check MateSo some young ladies and myself have been reading a chapter a day of Jeremiah. Honestly, I missed a few days. But any who yesterday we read Chapter 7 and everyone shared their thoughts. I want to focus on one of my points.<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">When God told Jeremiah in verse 16 He wouldn't listen to him if he asked God to help the people of Judah, it showed me some people just have to touch the stove and maybe lose their hand or something to know it's hot. No matter how much begging, telling and pleading you do to and for them they just have to get burned.</span><br />
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When I made that point a young lady said, "<span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">YES!! Right!! I"m learning things that aren't in my control I can't worry
about or it may not be in 'my control'!! So I simply step back and
watch GOD."</span><br />
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<span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">I replied, "Step back and watch God while I'm eating popcorn, sipping tea, and hollering check mate." </span><br />
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I became ecstatic saying "<span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">OMG
life in the spiritual realm is like a chess game!!! We make a move then
Satan makes a move. Then we start "checking" each other. But because
we're with God we get to say "Check Mate. Game Over." God has the final
say."</span><br />
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<span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">That was nothing and no one but God who gave me such a great revelation. Then I said to the ladies, "</span><span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">Satan walking around here going 'Check. Check. Boom.' And I'm like 'BOOM CHECK MATE!!!' *flips hair* *then flips table*" Mind you I have a short hair cut lol.</span><br />
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have never played chess in my life. From my understanding when the players start saying
check it means the match is close to being over until someone says check mate.
When the word check comes into play the match is real intense. So like the saying goes "you're close to your breakthrough when the trials comes." Just
like a lady in labor with contractions.</span><br />
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<span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">It's like you make a move into the right direction and here comes Satan making moves to stop you. But do not stop walking in the purpose God has for you. Read Ephesians 6:10-18. We must put on the entire armor of God to stand against the enemy. His "checks" won't bother us because we know in the end as God's children we will holler "CHECK MATE!!!"</span><br />
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Relax, Relate, Release,<br />
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<span class="body ng-scope ng-binding">~BreAllyse </span><br />
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