Dedicated in Memory of "Aunt Nita"
Mesha, we just left the doctor’s office and they say Mama is actively dying” my cousin said softly.
What? What does that mean? I asked, as my heart began to race.
"It means we are near the end..” My cousin replied.
I’ll be there first thing in morning, I said. I’m booking my flight now.
After hanging up the phone, I could barely think straight. I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs, not now God! Can we have just a little more time? We were just there a few weeks ago on a family trip and she was doing okay. We went out for lunch, had ice cream, went shopping, I even lost her in Belk's for 2 hours and almost had an anxiety attack when I couldn't find her. God, I’m not ready for this. We are not ready for this. What now?
As the plane prepared for take off the next morning; I started praying for strength. Not just strength, but the strength that only God can give to my cousins, Aunt Nita, and myself. I had no clue what I would be walking into and what shape my aunt would be in once I arrived. To make matters worse, I’m normally a cry baby and when it comes to someone I love, someone I'm close too, I’m a emotional roller coaster ;but this time It was different.
Before we pulled into the driveway of my cousin’s home, she said ,“Brace yourself” It ain’t pretty.” As we got out of the car and walked into the living room, my knees almost gave away. The lady who was once vibrant and excited to see us coming through the door was curled up tightly on the end recliner with a blanket, sleeping soundly. She was almost unrecognizable.
Ma, Ma, my cousin said, “Mesha is here”
She had been sleeping for days in and out for the last 2 days, so I wasn’t for sure if she heard us.
Slowly, she lifted her head and said Mesha. I placed my bags down and went right to her side. Auntie, I’m here, I said, as we embraced every so tightly. We always shared a special bond. One that can’t be explained.
"How you doing?” She asked me. I’m glad to see your face I replied. Even in pain and suffering, Aunt Nita was still concerned about me and about others. That’s just who she was. She only spoke twice verbally after that and then no more.
To be honest I wanted to go into my little cousin, Ace's room and not come out after I saw her. I wanted to scream again and again. The strength I asked God for when I got on the plane earlier; it appeared to have left at that very moment or so I thought. As I was sitting on Ace’s bed, the Holy Spirit spoke to me. "You are here to serve” "What God? I responded. You are here on assignment, The Holy Spirit said. “Come again God” You want me to serve? I said.
This is not a time for you to feel sorrow for yourself.
This is a time to be used for God’s Glory. This is not a visit.
The time for visiting is over. It is time to work. My cousin, who had been by my aunt's side, going to doctor’s appointments, ordering medications, preparing meals, and taking care of her own family was exhausted.
So for the next 6 days God used me as a vessel. It wasn’t me , it was God working through me. We didn’t know what each day would hold, but God did. During this time, God directed me to prepare her room. Go in and anoint it. Pray. Set the atmosphere for peace and the Holy Spirit. Turn on the gospel station. When you speak to her, you call her beautiful. She can hear you.
Tell her how much you love and honor her like you always did before. Get her other family members on the phone, let them say whatever they need to say to her before it’s time. For 6 days I was able to see the true meaning of serving up close and personal. Washing clothes, my pleasure. Lifting Auntie, oh I can handle that.
Giving Meds, wait a minute God, but I am not a nurse. “You are today said the Holy Spirit and you will do things that are outside of your comfort zone and outside of your own strength. Serving is not always about doing what your comfortable with... In that moment ,serving took on a new meaning for me. When we serve we are vessels and when we are operating under the Holy Spirit, we will be stretched, because it is not us, but God working through us to labor for others.
I wish I could tell you that I stayed until the end; I didn’t; however, God’s grace allowed me to be by My aunt Nita's side prior to her transitioning a week later. I am forever grateful to God for those special moments with my Aunt. This life changing experience gave me a new perspective on serving, learning how to serve under the direction of the Holy Spirit and removing your own emotions to do what you are called to do. It’s not about you; It’s about God using you to serve others.
I pray that this blog will be a blessing to you or to someone that you know.
Thank you loves!
Dedicated in Memory of Martha “Nita" Rorie Hightower
AKA my Aunt Nita
Contunie to rest in the Heavens Beautiful.
Recently my husband and I took a trip to Denver, Colorado to visit family. I personally was very excited because I had never been there and I heard that it was beautiful, especially the Mountains! I was so excited that prior to us leaving; I diligently took the time to research where we would go and even purchased a few Groupons to keep us under budget. Talking about planning ahead! I was on point or so I thought. Let’s just say nothing went according to my plans….
For starters our flight got delayed which wasn’t too bad but once we boarded for some reason I could not get comfortable. I remembered saying a quick prayer in between naps before we landed asking God to cover us on this trip and that he brings us in contact with the right people / individuals. Now I don’t know why I prayed that last part but for whatever reason it was placed on my heart.
Once we arrived at the airport in Denver, we had to wait two hours before we could check in. Yes, two hours. (I had forgot about the time difference) We finally get to the hotel and after getting settled in we decide to catch a UBER to the local grocery store. Yours truly had decided not to get a rental car because I thought that it would be cheaper to UBER around town versus getting a rental. (NOT QUITE) Anyway, we go ahead and get our groceries, as we are checking out my phone goes dead… I mean within a matter of 20 MINS! This is so not good! I just charged it up for quite some time before we left….. Ugh! To make matters worse I did not have a phone charger and my husband couldn’t remember his Apple ID Password to download the UBER APP.
So there we are, in an unfamiliar place, standing outside of the store with bags of groceries and no way to get back to the hotel. My husband must have sensed my frustration because after about 5 minutes he decided to go see if he could charge my phone up in the store. No such luck! He came back 10 minutes later saying that the line was too long and we would have to see who could come and get us.
Everyone was about 40 MINS away which meant that it would be close to an hour before anyone arrived and it was cold. As I started mumbling under my breath and trying to see if my phone had any charge it mysteriously came back on with 2% on the battery! Yes! Yes! “I got it babe”, I yelled excitedly, as he was getting ready to walk back in the store to check the line again. I’m ordering a UBER………….. Wait babe there’s no Ubers in this area? What does that mean? I waited for 5 more minutes and tried again. Nothing. Finally I said something’s not right. I thought UBER was everywhere!
As I sat down on the little concrete edge attached to the store, an older woman walked past us and said excuse me do you all need a ride?
My husband looked at me and I looked back at him. I answered for us,” Why yes mam we do.” She responded, “Well I have plenty of room, I’m parked right here in the front.” As we got into her SUV she started talking and the first thing she said to us was “The Holy Spirit spoke to me and told me that if you all were still standing there when I came out of the store, I was supposed to give you a ride.” Listening to her, I almost broke down but I held it together.
She then went on to explain that UBER doesn’t run in that area and that they typically only stay near the Airport/ Hotels because the trips are lengthy which means more money for them. We would have been waiting for hours…. As we arrived at our destination and exchanged our goodbyes, I got emotional. I handed her the money in my hand and thanked her for listening to the Holy Spirit; once we got upstairs I immediately went into the bathroom and balled my eyes out. I was crying tears of joy and praising God because I realized even in a strange place, hundreds of miles away from home, even in the Mountains God covered us and met us there.
For me, it was deeper than just her giving us I ride. I took it to mean that God is so much God He makes provision and goes before us, He walks with us and He meets us in some of the most unlikely places including those frustrated areas. All at the same time. We are never alone! He is never not with us! I’m so grateful for the meeting in the mountains; it was a great reminder that God hears our prayers, sees our frustrations, and at the appointed time He will move on our behalf!
He loves us dearly; therefore He will never leave us nor forsake us! He is always there.
I pray that you have enjoyed today's blog!
Peace and Blessings.
“Reclaiming My Time”
Recently there was a statement or should I say a now famous tagline that was issued by the one and only Congresswoman Maxine Waters. The famous “Reclaiming My Time” line. She stated this in response to someone basically avoiding her question about an important issue. I love how she continued to remind him that it was her time and she would use it wisely…….
We as people need to do the same thing with our time.
There are things in our lives that we need to focus on more and there are things that we need to eliminate. Time is the one thing that we can never get back so in essence it is worth more than money. It is invaluable. It is irreplaceable. It cannot be manipulated. It is what it is. Once it’s gone it is gone. So therefore; we have to be deliberate about how we use our time and who or (what) we allow to take up our time.
We are here for only an appointed time. What does that mean? It means that we must be good overseers with our time. We must not only appreciate our time, we must also guard our time like we guard our hearts.
In order to reach our fullest potential we have to be strategic with our time. We cannot afford to waste our time, our talents, and our resources on things that are not contributing to our purpose (that which God has called you to do) or to the building up of others. Our time is an investment!
That’s right everything that you sow your time into is an investment. Now whether it is a good investment or a bad one is ultimately your decision. I can think of two right off the bat, comparing and complaining. They are two of the worst investments that we can make. Why? Because they are time wasters and a distraction of what you are truly supposed to be doing. I’m sure that there are countless others that we could mention; but you get the point.
Starting today I want you to think about those things, make a list and besides each one that is a time waster or bad investment of your time, you write reclaiming my time. Put it where you can see it every day and watch what happens!!!
Tips on Reclaiming Your Time
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I would love to hear from you!
“I’m going have to release you as a client” were the words that came from my attorney’s mouth. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! Are you serious? I could barely contain my emotions and had to walk briskly from my desk to prevent everyone else from seeing the tears welling up in my eyes. "But why and how" was my response.
Fulton County’s attorney didn’t respond to the demand letter we sent and it would be very costly to take the case to trial. UGH!!! I felt like I had just been hit with a ton of bricks. After countless months of waiting to hear back this is not the news that I was expecting. I thought for sure we would get justice for Roman.
Last year my son Roman, who has Autism, was physically assaulted by the lead teacher at Woodland Elementary Charter School in Sandy Springs, GA. One of the hubs for special needs students in that area and supposedly located on “a good side of town”.
Unfortunately, Roman was the victim of the stories we see on the news. I never thought that it would happen or could happen to me but it did. I was furious and determined to seek justice! I won’t get into all of the specifics as I am still seeking damages but I will say that charges were filed and the teacher was required to resign.
But that still wasn’t enough. I wasn’t notified when it happened. They had to follow protocol (to cover themselves) but failed to protect my son or to notify me when the incident took place.
How can anyone get it away with this?
At the time of the incident I obtained legal counsel and for one year we attempted to get a resolution, but nothing transpired. Upon receiving the phone call that I would be released as a client, I was frantic to say the least. I sat in a chair with tears streaming down my face and I replied, “I will still continue to fight for justice.” Right is right and wrong is wrong.
After the call disconnected, I placed my head down and begin to ask God “How Long”???? How long will I have to keep getting my hopes up only to be let down? How long will the corrupt get away with hurting innocent people? How long will I have to stay on the battlefield God? I need some answers, how long?
Even though I wanted to keep fighting for justice I was becoming weary. As a whole the incident had taken a toll on me. The court dates, the phone calls, the time, the money.
I was exhausted from it all but something inside of me wouldn’t let me give up.
Sit tight and be still is what I heard while in my quiet place.
Again I heard sit tight and be still while I prayed.
Can I be real and tell you I didn’t want to sit tight.
I wanted to call up that school’s attorney and give her a piece of my mind. Maybe even ask her the question what if it was your child, but I couldn’t. I had to keep my emotions in check and chill. One wrong move could cause everything to crumble. I couldn’t see it then but God was already putting in work and by remaining still I was allowing things to fall into place.
There will be times that we don’t understand why things are taking so long and why they don’t move in the timing that we expect. What do we do?
A few weeks later after I was released by my attorney; I ended up meeting a young lady who has quite a few prestigious colleagues in the legal field. Needless to say, she has been amazing! She is currently assisting me with obtaining new counsel for the case and to seek justice for others just like Roman.
Although my situation is still on going at this time; I trust that God will work things out. I know that in the end we will get justice for Roman. It might take a year or two, three, maybe even four. I don’t know how long I might be in the “HOW LONG” Season but I know a God who does and so do you! Rest assured, He got us covered!
PSA: Each situation is very different. I would strongly advise that you consult God and listen to the Holy Spirit.