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    Measure of Success: Fruits of the Spirit

    Yesterday, in one of my many conversations with myself, I stated the following:

    "Success to me is measured by where I am in my walk with God."

    I almost surprised myself with this revelation.

    A lot of people measure success in terms of monetary wealth, financial gain, material possessions. How far they have climbed up the corporate ladder. The number of things they have checked off their bucket list. The goals they have achieved, the dreams they have realized. And while these things are testaments of success, this isn’t where I have set my sights. At least, not anymore.

    The other night at Bible study, my Pastor suggested that we write down the things we want and to put them “under the rod of God”; that is to speak life into our desires by presenting them before our Father and believing in faith for their actualization.

    (*I do not like to use the word want in relation to blessings; for the remainder of this post, I will instead use the word desire.*)

    As I sat and pondered my desires, I was a bit surprised by how they’d shifted over time. Today, I revisited a list I wrote back in 2004; the list was titled: "10 Things I Want To Do Before I Die" and is as follows:

    1. Write, record, and perform a great song

    2. Become a well-rounded and well-known dancer

    3. Star in an Oscar-winning movie with a stellar cast and win an award for Best Breakthrough Performance

    4. Write a fabulous screenplay

    5. Become friends with my favorite musicians

    6. Learn how to play the harp, the violin, guitar and piano

    7. Fall in love.

    8. Live in Italy, in a villa, in the mountains

    9. Have a son, and a daughter

    10. Find happiness in life, and living

    Oh the desires of a young ambitious mind.

    This is the list I wrote on my mirror the other night after Bible study; it is not in order of importance; there was no thought put into it. I just wrote down what came to mind at the time:

    1. Success on my job

    2. A loving relationship with a man “just like me”

    3. A strong, healthy body, mind and spirit

    4. DEBT FREE

    5. Blessed and anointed talents

    This new list garnered a lot of questions in me:

    Why do I no longer desire the dreams of the list I wrote 10 years ago? Do I think it is too late to pursue such dreams? Have these desires truly faded away? Am I now unwilling or lack the energy to put in the work required for the fulfillment of these dreams? 

    Does my current perception of fame factor into this?

    (*Side note: Back when I wrote this list, clearly I had my sights set on a career in the entertainment industry. I now view the entertainment industry as the devil’s playground. Music is muddled with dark hidden agendas and you couldn’t pay me to go to Hollywood.*)

    Or is my more subdued list a result of the development of my relationship with God? Is it because I have relinquished control over to Him and am trusting in Him solely to lead me to the calling HE has for me rather than what it is I “want(ed)” for myself?

    This has to be it because now when I think about the things I TRULY desire, they are deeply rooted in my walk with God. I opened this post with a revelation of my new definition of success.

    Although it is not number one of my current list (it’s entwined in #3), first and foremost, success to me will be looking into the mirror and smiling back at the woman who has overcome all of her demons and is the honored, virtuous woman God has called her to be; the Proverbs 31 woman He has created us ALL to be. In that, I speak success daily. 

    Secondly, success will be marrying that fellow Warrior of Christ; preferably being his first and only wife (#2), and together building a legacy upon which a strong, God-fearing family will evolve.

    Related to this, obviously, is becoming a mother and raising competent, creative, beautiful, intelligent, Covenant-protected children; watching them grow into adults who continue on the legacy established by their father and I, the legacy founded by OUR Father. (#9 in 2004’s “10”)

    This is success to me; and I know that without a solid relationship with God, I cannot attain any of these natural, yet spiritual desires.

    Now don’t get me wrong: I still desire a career in music, dance, and film. However, if it is not rooted in ministry, I don’t want it. My dreams are no longer motivated by fame; they are inspired by God and my desire to please Him. This is why I pray that He bless and anoint my talents (#5), that they may be used to His glory, as a vessel for ministering His love. *ah-men*

    Bringing it to the present, I do desire success on my job (#1); success as related to God’s ministry. Do I see myself working in this position for the rest of my life? No. However, because this is where God has me, I desire to be the best I can be in this field. I thank Him for the contracts I will secure for the company, the jobs I will find for the 30+ men and women who sign in with me every morning. I praise God because He has placed me in a position committed to service…and as a child of God, there is no better position to be in.

    On the mirror where this list is written, “$uccess…" is spelled with a dollar sign, as such. I too thank God for prosperity in this business as there is money to be made. Our disadvantage in comparison to other markets is that there isn’t really much of a market. Or so it seems. I thank God for direction and guidance in the recruitment process; to lead me to those businesses that may benefit from our service. Sometimes you have to create a market where there is none. I’ve been hearing this for years.

    The potential for profit here is so great that I know it is a gateway to the debt free life I desire. (#4) Yet, there is an even greater potential for spiritual growth in this job; not only because it is a practice of service but also in that it’s teaching me patience, it’s showing me those areas where I am selfish, and NOT slow to wrath. These little tests I have been studying through are appreciated more than a paycheck; as the rewards are eternal. (Don’t make me preach to ya! ;)

    Now, don’t think that because my list is different, I have completely abandoned the aspirations of 24 year old Kristen. These dreams still remain. In fact, the only thing I would change on my “10 Things" list is to live in Spain instead of Italy. Something about the Spanish culture that appeals to my blood better. I’d still take a villa in Italy…for the holidays! ;)

    So I guess you could say I have a new list of 10. I’ll call this one "My 10 Fulfilled Promises of God”. I am going to keep this between the two of us, though. I’ve just combined the two, revised it a bit, added a bit more poetry; it’s beautiful and ALL under “the rod of God”!!! <3 <3 <3

    I just have one question: Whose believing with me?

    And unfortunately what I have seen and experience is that unless you’re willing to undress, chances are you will be somewhat limited in your endeavor. I think it’s the chicken or the egg situation : was the industry answering to a demand for more skin and less substance or has the industry created the demand knowing that while we used to just buy music from people we enjoyed, now you buy their image, their perfumes, their clothes hoping to come as close as possible to their lifestyle because they managed to convince you they’re happier than you are- until a video comes out of your sister trying to beat the ish out of your husband - then you need to do what you can for the attention to move away from a less than perfect image : what more than a gimmicky song people can remember and more skin to remind them how you’re still worth a billion so you must be flawless …

    My friend Sandra’s genius response to the chirren’s obsession over the Beyonce/Nicki Minaj “Flawless” remix and my lack of interest in pursuing music as a career due to my unwillingness to sell myself out for “fame”.

    Current situation.

    (via organized-clutter)

    In route to the #jazzagelawnparty…let the birthday celebrations commence! It’s a BEAUTIFUL day in NYC, a welcome change having got caught in the rain yesterday. Sis and I are fashionably late, as usual…oh but we look and feel great!! Praises to our Lord…He has been and is continuing to be so good! <3

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    The Babies of the Babies of Generation X

    There has been something heavy on my heart lately. I want to tell you all about it.

    There is a generation of children who are going to change the world, coming up right now. Children born in 2004 and beyond; they are the world changers.

    And the enemy is taking them out. One by one. Nation by nation.

    What am I saying? 

    I’m saying that our children are dying, ya’ll. And what’s worse, they’re being murdered.

    For the past couple of months, all I have been seeing on my newsfeeds are stories of our babies being murdered, by their mommies, their daddies, their step-daddies.

    It’s almost becoming an, scratch that…it IS an epidemic. Our babies are dying, ya’ll.


    A friend of mine and I were talking about this earlier. He brought up the topic of abortion as the strengthened advocacy of it all has also become an advertisement of sorts. It’s up there on display alongside billboards of Old Navy sales and the exit for the nearest McDonald’s,

    Our babies are dying. Allow me to insert here that I am not speaking against abortion or those who have opted for such in a way that demeans or disrespects those who have chosen this path. Everyone’s journey is different and God loves us all, blesses us all, and has our lives charted in a way that lessons lead us to survival. 


    His point was more so in support of the theory I have of the pawns in place to destroy the up and coming generation. The children. Flow with me.

    I have been feeling something stirring in my spirit for a while now. There is something powerful in the air. This is the season, the growth season. We are all in it, right now. There is so much corruption in this “crooked and perverse” generation but there is something moving within the heavenly realm, and those who walk in the midst of its light, that is changing lives, turning boys to men, girls to grown ass women.

    This is the season for Go! You started at “Ready…”, prepped at “…set…”; now it’s time to “…”GO!!” The babies of Generation X are growing the hell up and pursuing their destinies, and there is a power there that is going to change the world!

    The babies, though. The babies are our leaders. I’m telling you; it’s in my spirit! Those born 2004 and beyond…this is the generation. This is the generation being raised by the babies of Generation X, who have been raised by the mothers and fathers of Generation X who taught us all how to do it right, whether by positive or negative influence, we’ve learned how to do it right.

    The enemy is killing our babies, though. What are we going to do? How can we protect our babies? It spreads all over the world. Right now everyone is on the #BringBackOurGirls campaign but while injustices done to children (or anyone for that matter) globally are issues that should take heart with all of mankind, sitting here writing from Fayetteville, NC and noticing what is happening on our own soil? We need to be #SaveOurChildren (the hashtag is pronounced.)

    I pray daily for our children and I both join others doing the same and invite along newcomers as well. I have nieces, and nephews, and baby cousins. I pray for their protection. I thank the Lord for working on the spirit of their parents and caregivers to mold them and prepare them for the world they are meant to reclaim and conquer. I thank Him for speaking to the youth directly, allowing them to see the truth for themselves, even in the absence of direct guidance by a mentor, parental figure.

    I’m telling you: Starting around 2005, 2006, a wave of consciousness began to spread throughout the enlightened ones of humankind. It may not be readily noticeable considering all that the media is feeding us for our exploitation and programming, but this wave is both growing stronger, and is spreading across generational lines.

    Alas, there is the world we live in, and we all know that wherever good and positivity prevail, there will always be double, even triple the darkness conspiring as a force to bring it down.

    The Babies of Generation X are amongst the ones being renewed by this wave and thus the babies of the Babies of Generation X are the ones being molded under its influence. The enemy sees this, hates this, he is here to destroy this. Don’t believe me? Turn on your television.

    Or go sit down for a while, watch it with your children.

    The enemy is targeting our babies. Pray for your babies, our babies, our babies who are the young parents of our babies. From abortion at conception to murder before they’re even able to walk straight to suicide brought on by bullying in elementary school to death from drug overdose and alcohol abuse before even being old enough to drink…

    ..the enemy is killing our babies.

    I am one of the Babies of Generation X, and I am reaching out to my siblings: It’s high time we learned the full extent of our power. We are the teachers of our future leaders. They are the ones who will defeat all those in pursuit of the New World Order, which is a very real empire expanding by the second.

    Oh, but you don’t really think they are going to win, do you?

    Oh no, friend. Good always overcomes evil. ALWAYS.

    Never doubt that. NEVER.

    As I told my friend this evening, I wish I had a platform where I could pursue the mission of saving our babies, leading, guiding, protecting our babies, preparing our babies, teaching our babies the truth, loving our babies, accepting our babies, honoring our babies as the blessings they truly are.

    #SaveOurChildren…the bandwagon is taking off…grab a hold of my hand: I can pull you on.

    In closing, I would like to share this excerpt from “The Prophet" by the wonderful Kahlil Gibran…the last paragraph is for the Babies:

    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 
    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them, 
    but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children
    as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 
    and He bends you with His might 
    that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
    so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; for even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


    Trying to decide on my birthday color…blonde, pink, purple, or orange…what y’all think?

    Hey dear followers! I have a new semi-editorial blog I’ve started! To quote from my first post:

    …this blog has been created for the sole purpose of serving as an online writing portfolio for me.

    I am a writer by nature and as I approach my 34th birthday, I think it only appropriate that I begin to pursue writing more passionately as a career.

    I will be writing on a variety of topics here, including fashion, health and beauty tips, spirituality and wellness, entertainment news and local events.

    I am really excited to see where this blog takes me, and I welcome you along for the journey!

    <3 Kristen

    So ya’ll gon’ follow….?

    Or naw?

    I can’t believe I am posting this on my blog.

    But I have to speak on it as I just watched the whole video for the first time just now and man…Solange ain’t no joke.

    Unlike the rest of the world, though, I am not particularly curious as to what started the entire altercation. I mean, if someone had the scoop, I’d make sure I had a cup of tea ready for the drop. However, the video sparked a different kind of emotion in me.

    It showed the megastars as…human.

    All you see of most celebrities lives, particularly of both Solange and the Carter family, are the things that glitter and shimmer. You see the smiles and the laughter and the great times.

    This feud in the elevator showed that they have their fair share of family drama just like everyone else!

    People are going so far as to call Solange mentally unstable and saying that Jay-Z needs to press charges and insulting Beyonce for not stepping in. However, we are in no place to say what should have or needs to be done because ultimately, it’s none of our damn business. We do not know what started all of this and guess what…WE ARE NEVER GOING TO KNOW. So stop the damn speculating and the shoulda coulda wouldas. It’s really not your place.

    I personally loved the video. No, it’s never a good thing to see anyone get attacked but in all fairness, Jay-Z handled it like a true gentleman. Some may call him soft or weak but things could have been much worse if he didn’t have a shred of dignity about himself. Respect, Mr. Carter, respect.

    Also, shout out to Beyonce for having a summation of zero f**ks to give. She was all, “Hey Day-Day…that crazy bitch out here again!” She was just too cool which leads me to speculate like everyone else, in this case at least, that she has seen this type of altercation before.

    But it’s family drama, and as I said earlier, the whole thing humanized them in my opinion. We all have that crazy cousin in our family that will pop off at the drop of a dime if pushed the wrong way. We now know who that cousin is in the Knowles family.

    *chuckles* Solange ain’t no joke.

    Excellent film…just finished watching it and before I go to bed I want to shout it from the rooftops that GOD’S NOT DEAD…but I can’t cause I don’t have a roof…and my neighbors might call the law on me…but check out this film…it touched my spirit and I felt His presence while watching it…made me cry joyful tears of praise…we need more films like this.. grad school, here I come!!!

    Clean Air, Clean Spirit: An Evening Rant

    So I have come to the conclusion that my job is making me sick.

    I mean, like physically ill.

    I work in an old building with a warehouse that has holes in the walls and floods mini ponds when it rains and so there is both invisible AND visible mold and mildew polluting the air making for an extremely toxic breathing environment, and I’m starting to feel like, “Bruh…I gotta get out of here.

    I have never wanted to leave a job for health reasons before. But I haven’t been sick due to unhealthy breathing environments since I left the dusty and spiritually contaminated air of Doha and dammit, I don’t intend to get sick now.

    At first I thought the occasional headaches I’d been experiencing were the result of job related stress. I have one of the busiest positions in the store and it can be a bit overwhelming at times. Add that to having to deal with certain members of staff whose energy levels aren’t conducive to my God-given light, it can just be emotionally taxing.

    But then I begin to show other symptoms, even on days where things ran beautifully in the store, no one irked my nerves, we were positive in sales. Yet I was still having these headaches, still feeling the queasiness in my stomach, still experiencing the itchy eyes. And then one day, it just clicked. And it clicked the instant I walked into fresh air. It’s like a voice passed through my ears with the breeze telling me, “It’s the store.”

    They were supposed to have been moving us out of that health hazard for MONTHS, going on years now apparently but there seems to be no sense of urgency in the matter which I think is a bit disrespectful to say the least. The higher ups from the Home Office have been to our store several times and have witnessed all the things inherently WRONG with that environment but we haven’t even been shown the decency of an update on the status of our move.

    We need to get out of that building. If no one else has noticed the effects that environment has had on ALL of us, I have noticed it and it’s not only my health and well-being I care about but everyone else as well. Yea…even those certain members of staff.

    Cleanliness truly is next to Godliness. I walked into the Accounts office yesterday and it’s like the clutter had taken on a life of its own. Shit was just everywhere, ya’ll and it puzzled me how anyone could sit in that space for five minutes let alone 10 hours a day. I don’t even use that office but because I do go in there occasionally throughout the day, I cleaned it. Dusted desks, vacuumed, emptied trash, disenfectant spray on phones and keyboards. You guys, you could literally FEEL the difference. The entire spirit and atmosphere of the office changed, and it cleared my mind as well. The guys in the office noticed the difference as well and were very appreciative.

    This is how I know that a cleaner and brighter work environment would make all of us more productive. They blame a lot of petty things on why we can’t grow as a store but I don’t think anyone has taken into consideration the atmosphere. I am not going to pull any studies right now but I am sure there are plenty of them out there that correlate a well-lit, clean work enviroment to overall productivity and employee attitudes.

    I try to be perky and sunny when I go in. I leave my home in good spirits after having spent the first moments of the morning with the Lord, listening to my praise and worship music, warming my body through sun salutations, eating a hearty and healthy breakfast. But as soon as I walk in the building, the battle begins. My pure spirit goes to war with that filthy environment and I’m all like, “Bruh…I gotta get outta here.”

    So I’ve said all this to say that I am looking for and believing in God for a new job. I like my job, and the pay sustains me. There are more hours required than I prefer, considering I’m prepping for graduate school #atthesamedamntime but it’s a blessing because it is a job and one that I am good at. I just love myself a little too much to settle for continuing to be subjected to unhealthy work conditions and as it seems upper management has zero f**ks to give, I have to pave a new path for myself. Touch and agree, folk.

    That is all.

    <3 K

    My Sunday

    Hello friends! Here for my weekly writing entry! Hope to make it bi-weekly soon but baby steps, ya’ll…baby steps.

    Today I don’t have a particular topic in mind…just writing to write and to talk about how good I feel today.

    I don’t have a “church home” and therefore do not go to church on Sundays. However, I am trying to make it a habit to spend the first moments of each day in the presence of God. I mean, it only takes a few minutes of prayer as soon as I open my eyes, even if only to say “Good morning, Lord…thank You for this day!”

    I even put on some gospel music. You’d be amazed at what even having voices singing praises to our Lord in the background can do for your mood, both for the morning and for the rest of the day! I have been doing this for the past week before going to work; I’ve seen the results of doing so if no one else has.

    Communication has been restored with a fellow co-worker with whom I had a disagreement, for example. It was something I’d prayed about during one of my morning praise sessions and God answered that prayer. Needless to say, these morning sessions will continue throughout the coming days, weeks, months, years……..

    I had a lovely day today, and I didn’t really do much of anything. Woke up, put on Spotify radio based on songs by Shekinah Glory Ministry, called a girlfriend I hadn’t talked to in a while (I had a frightening dream about her; had to hear her voice), straightened up my apartment, folded my laundry, dyed my hair, took a long warm shower, enjoyed a healthy breakfast of scrambled eggs, raisin bread with cream cheese, chunks of honey dew melon, and a roasted garlic and quinoa veggie burger patty (my mom put me on eating veggie burger patties for breakfast in place of bacon or sausage…I love it!), watched a Joyce Meyer sermon on “Staying One Step Ahead of the Devil”, and then spent the remainder of the afternoon upcycling thrift store jackets and old t-shirts in preparation for my trip to New York next month (I am going to be among the fashion elite so I have to make sure my unique style stands out amongst the crowd! :p)

    I also came across a new song today, after changing the radio station to songs based on Janelle Monae, called “Her Favorite Song” by Mayer Hawthorne and played that on repeat a few times, even recorded a 15 second Instagram clip of me singing along to it. The hook is the song of my life, I swear. Something about music, there is healing power in melodies that are unmatched by any medicine, any headache pill, any deep breathing technique.

    I am now typing these words in between preparing a luscious dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, green salad, and cheesy bread; which I will eat while watching a crime thriller I have cued up. Before preparing dinner, though, I sat by my bedroom window and watched a rabbit eat grass for about 10 minutes. Janelle was so right…to be victorious, you must find glory in the little things.

    That’s all for now, you guys. I just tasted one of my meatballs and that “Mmmph” sound I just made means it’s the end of the game. Just wanted to share my day with you guys; hadn’t been doing my daily writing prompts for the past couple of days so I had to meet my quota today!

    Hope your day was as peaceful and spiritually satisfying as mine! Write to ya’s laters!

    <3 K

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