The Personal Reflections of Kristen Alyce

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    "The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice…it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing…" Isaiah 35:1-2a

    I love to see flowers growing in the midst of chaos as it is a spiritual reminder of our ability to bloom in the midst of parched circumstances. This shot was taken in front of the building where I work. They aren’t particularly beautiful, not the kind I would display in a vase, but they are there, growing still amidst cigarette butts, dead grass, and stomped on dirt.

    Are you continuing to blossom in the wilderness that is life as it is? Are your springing forth like fresh waters in the middle of life’s desert?

    If so, rejoice, dear friends…even with joy and singing…you may not feel that you blossom as a rose, but your petals are evident and admired just the same…♡

    #lovetober #flowerpower #day1

    Oh, hey Autumn!! ♡♡♡ (at On Sardonyx)

    PSA: Get Out’cha Feelings

    Ladies and gentlemen, we need to gain control over our reactions to the things people say and do to us.

    For real.

    This is something that I have to remind myself of daily so I am sharing it with you in case you need a reminder as well.

    No one can MAKE you mad, or MAKE you sad, or MAKE you feel any kind of way. If you feel “some kind of way" it’s because you chose to feel that way.

    Case in point. Yesterday, I witnessed someone get angry over something incredibly petty and for the next five minutes she went into a rage (with herself) over the pettiness. Was it the other individual’s fault that she became this angry? No. She CHOSE to get angry and she CHOSE to cuss and fuss about it in a room by herself for five minutes. Lord, bless her.

    Listen. People are going to do and say things that you don’t like. It’s unavoidable. What IS avoidable, though, is the way we allow OUR peace of mind to be altered as a result.

    It all boils down to one simple concept: effective communication. And let me just throw it out there that this lesson is one that I am still taking courses for myself. So I am not here trying to be all holier than thou when in fact, I have to repent for my reactions to things on a weekly if not daily basis.

    Still, we’re all friends here and friends learn and grow together, right? Right. So let’s continue.

    Effective communication. Instead of sulking or fuming, take a deep breath, say a silent prayer and welcome the Holy Spirit into the situation to intercede on your behalf, if need be, and calmly tell your “offender” how his or her words or actions made you feel. If communicating with the person is not in either person’s best interest at the time, go and talk to God about it instead. The key is to express yourself with love for as it is written, “Love covers a multitude of sins.” <3

    I have had too many anxiety bubbles in my stomach as a result of not taking control of my reactions to things that bother me and this stops today. After witnessing how angry this young woman became at this person and how long she allowed her anger to play out, I talked to God immediately about delivering me from the same circumstance.

    And yes, it’s easier said than done. But it starts and ends with prayer. I haven’t written here in a while and it’s because in my absence I have been working on growing in spiritual maturity. One of the things I’ve learned is that observing the flaws in others opens my eyes to similar flaws within myself and I thank God for that.

    Additionally, I strive to be more like Him: “slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love." One of the areas for which I seek deliverance is for my temper and my tendency to be QUICK to anger. I am easily irritated when things don’t go my way or when people say things I don’t agree with or that I feel is a personal attack against me.

    So yes, this reminder is more so being written for me, less as a quick lesson for you, dear reader.

    But again, we are all friends here…and friends grow and learn together, right? Right.

    So if you’re sitting over there still angry or upset about something:

    Life is too short and your peace of mind too precious to waste any of it with unhealthy negative energy. We are commanded to love and pray for those who wrongfully use and persecute us. Trust me, it may not seem so at the time, but there is a freedom in doing so that is truly beautiful.

    I’m ready, though, so come at me, bro. I have allowed the enemy to have a field day with my emotions for entirely too long. Let the battle commence. Try to make me mad. Go ‘head. Try to upset me. I love any reason to pray so again, come. at. me. bro. *sucks tongue* 



    From the scrapbook vault…♡

    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

    Reblog Gif of the Day: My current approach to relationships. No expectations. Just flow.

    (via kristenmoriah)

    It will be very difficult to take a man seriously who does not take the time to read my blog.

    Random thought. (via kristenalyce)

    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!!!

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