She Wishes She Had Your Problems

Abortions have become a form of birth control as you run to the clinic every time you get a positive pregnancy test because it wasn’t “planned”. But there is a barren woman out there who cries herself to sleep because she wishes she can get pregnant.
You complain about not being able to get a break from your children. But there’s a woman who wishes she could hold the child she lost just one more time.
You complain about your husband to your friends and to social media about how your husband always forgets to take out the trash and you have to constantly clean up behind him. But there’s a lonely woman out there who longs for a husband to clean up after.
You complain about your job and the people you work with. Yet there’s a woman who has been on several interviews this week and has received NOT ONE CALL!
You complain about your split ends but there’s a woman who is now bald because chemotherapy has caused her to lose all of her hair.
You complain about your mother always getting in your business and wishes she would leave you alone. “She always has something to say”, you say. But there are women who have lost their mothers and would give anything just to have her back.
You complain about your house being too small. You need more closet space for all of your nice clothes and shoes. But there are women sleeping outside under bridges, on park benches, and in subways.
The message behind this post? There is a woman out there who wishes she had your problems. #StopComplaining

-Mizz K 💜

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Aunt Tricia ❤

I was nine years old. I was walking down the street with my mother; I cannot remember where we were going but I remember she asked me, “If anything ever happened to me who would you want to live with?” Without one thought, I replied, “I would live with Aunt Tricia but she doesn’t like kids.” All my mother said was, “Oh okay”, and we didn’t talk about it again. Looking back on that moment now, I remember saying what I said only to give my mother an answer. I did not think she was asking me because she was sick! If I had known she was asking me because she was dying, I never would have said you lol. We (the cousins) thought you were the mean aunt. You did not have any children so your house was not fun; plus I couldn’t touch anything. Your house was the house that everyone went to eat at holidays because you always cooked so much food. But it seemed like all you did was yell at us, “Stop jumping on my bed!” “Get off of that!” “Sit down!” I really believed you didn’t like any of us. Even when my mother and I would come to your house to visit, you would sit and talk, leaving me out; in fact, when you did talk to me it seemed like you were always messing with me. (At least that’s how I felt.) Although I saw you regularly I was not close to you at all… Certainly not close enough to want to live with you. Saying I would live with you literally just rolled right off my tongue without a thought. If I had known my mother was asking me for a reason I would have named somebody in the family with CHILDREN (lol). But, I never thought about it again. However, my mother did think about it. A lot. She began planning.

She died the next year and I had to come live with you. You didn’t know this, but I cried to my sister to let me come live with her. Even once I moved in, I used to cry to her every night to come get me. She would always tell me, “It’s going to be okay. You will get used to her.” I remember her telling me, “Aunt Tricia is the fun aunt. That’s the one you want to live with.” I could not see how. I remember crying every night for two reasons…. because I missed my Mommy and because I did not want to live with you. You let me sleep with you ONE time, the first night.  I was so used to sleeping with my Mommy all the time, sometimes even on top of her so this sleeping alone thing was new to me.

I remember thinking you were so mean. You barely let me outside. I could barely talk on the phone. I was miserable. And missing my Mommy. I wanted to be held but I could not bring myself to hug you, or lay my head on your shoulder. Or play with your arms while I sucked my thumb; I wanted to so bad because your fatty arms looked so much like my mother’s. But I could not bring myself to touch you because I thought you wouldn’t let me. I thought you would have pushed me off of you.

 I later realized that you felt the same way. You wanted to hold me. You wanted me to lay on you. You wanted to love on me too. You were craving the same affection I was, maybe more than I was. But you could not bring yourself to it because you too thought that you would be rejected. You thought that I would reject you because you were not my mother.

So we clashed.. because we loved each other so much but our own pride kept us from giving one another what we both needed.

I remember the first time that I realized that I loved you. We went to the movies with one of your friends and her daughter. We wanted to see something different from what you wanted to see so we decided you would go see a movie by yourself and the 3 of us would go to the other theater. I remember watching you go down the escalator and in that moment, I felt bad. I felt that because I was going to see something different I was abandoning you. Although I actually wasn’t abandoning you, it was the same feeling I used to have for my mother anytime I did not want to do something with her. I was about 12 years old; and I remember realizing, “I love her”.


Living with you got better over the years, although I began to rebel and do my own thing because you were so strict. I felt since you weren’t letting me do anything I’ll have my fun during school hours. Hmph! That didn’t last too long! When you sent me to live with my father I remember crying to you for days to let me come back home. That was when I realized how good I had it at your house. You did not give me everything I wanted, but you provided everything I needed. I did not have the clothes I wanted but I was clothed. I was well taken care of and did not want for anything. But I’m glad that you sent me away now that I look back; I was beginning to get out of control and your health had just began to decline. Once I got older, I realized that I was not making it any easier for you.

I ended up moving back in after high school and I remember being surprised that you were not strict anymore. I could come and go as I please as long as I did not wake you. I did not know this “cool side of you” but I LIKED it (lol). Freedom. That was until……  I became pregnant.

 The most hurtful experience was when you made me leave when I became pregnant. You told me I was not bringing a baby into your house and that I needed to get myself together. During those nine months I felt more alone than I ever had, even more than when my mother had died. I was pregnant, alone, and had nowhere to go. Throughout my pregnancy all I wanted was to come back home. All I wanted was for you to talk to me…. which you did eventually a couple weeks before I had the baby. It was Thanksgiving and I was just so happy to be eating your cooking again and being “home”.  I remember you came to see her as soon as I got home from the hospital. And you fell deeply in love with her from the first time you saw her. She was your baby, even though you couldn’t get her name right for the first couple months (lol).

Looking back, I am beyond blessed for the tough love you showed me because it forced me to be strong and independent. Had you let me stay put with my baby, I would have gotten comfortable and never got out on my own. I was forced to go to a youth shelter for a few months. From there I went to transitional living where I was able to save for an apartment, buy a car, and become an independent adult. As hard and painful as it was, I thank God for the experience because it was in that hard time that I learned perserverance.

Over the years, we got closer….. Talking on the phone every single day, most of the time about nothing. We started talking about everything, even men (lol). Bringing Kyelia to see you and get on your nerves became the norm. You eventually explained why you had been so hard on me. You were afraid that I would continue the cycle that plagued the family for so many years. So you had to push me. I had not realized how much you loved me until then.

As your health began to decline, my fear began to increase. The fear that eventually I would lose you too. I would often think about it and cry at the thought because I knew there would come a time that my Aunt Tricia would no longer be here. I started to accept it more when I had to watch how much suffering you endured… not just the physical suffering, but the suffering of your dignity. I remember the look on your face when you had to be cleaned up and cared for like you were a baby. You hated the fact that you could no longer do for yourself more than you hated your physical ailments. And I felt for so bad for you. I hated to see you go through so much but I was not ready to let you go. I know it was selfish of me but I still needed you. Kyelia still needed you.

I will never forget the day that it all became so clear that it was time for you to leave us. When I arrived at the hospital, I was not too worried because we had done this many times before. You would go, stay for a few days and then they would let you go. This time was different. The doctor pulled me into the room and told me that I needed to have all family members come to the hospital if they wanted to see you one last time. That was when I knew.


 The next day when everyone was there together is when we decided we would let you go. You had said many times before if it ever came to this you did not want to be on a life-support machine. As hard as it was to sign the papers to let you go, it would have been even harder trying to hold onto you knowing it wasn’t what you wanted. We all gathered around your bedside and I laid on top of your stomach so that I could feel you breathing one last time. I cried hysterically for you calling your name, knowing this was my last hug. When the nurse said, “Sorry Ms. Case,” as she was removing the tubing, I realized it was too much for me. I couldn’t be in that room while you took your last breath. I couldn’t bear it. I went to the lobby while everyone else remained in the room with you.

I was sitting in the lobby crying shaking my head, mad at myself, and thinking about how I punked out once again. I immediately regretted leaving out the room. The same way I punked out when I was ten years old…. when my mother was on that same machine and reaching out to grab my hand. But I wouldn’t go to her because of fear.  And I wasn’t in the room with you when you took your last breath…..  because of fear. The same way I did not hug and kiss you… because of fear. There are a lot of things that I wish I could take back…. but I cannot. Most of all, I regret not staying with you when you said, “Just stay for a few more minutes.”   I said, “But I gotta go to work Aunt Tricia.” And I left. Lord knows I wish I knew! I wish I knew that was our last conversation. I wish I knew you would be brain dead the next morning. I wish I knew I would be letting you go in two days. I wish I knew I would be burying you a week later…… I would have stayed longer……. I would have hugged you tighter……. I would have loved you harder.

You always told me, “Yall gonna miss me when I’m gone.” You have no idea, Aunt Tricia. I still want to pick up the phone. I still want to call you for advice. I still just want my Aunt Tricia sometimes. I do not sit around and dwell on it anymore. I accepted it a long time ago that you are gone; I had no choice. It’s a part of life. But I cannot deny that a part of me died with you. I thank God every day for putting me in your care. I can’t even think of you without thanking God for you.  I am also very thankful to God for using me as a vessel to minister to you. I am so thankful that you accepted Him before leaving this earth and professed with your heart and tongue. And for that, I have hope that I will see you again. Until then, I will miss you Aunt Tricia.



Women… What Does The WORD say vs. What The World Says?

The world tells us, “If you got it… FLAUNT IT!”  the WORD of God says that a woman should be modest in dress (1 Timothy 2:9)

The world tells us to wait at least five dates or 90 days before making love to a man the WORD of God says to wait until he is our HUSBAND (1 Corinthians 6:18-20; 2 Corinthians 7:1-2)

The world says don’t be too nice. Instead of walking around with a smile on your face, walk around with a frown because it’s “sexy”….. and you don’t want to be too nice because “kindness is a sign of weakness”  the WORD of God commands us to be kind one to another; for kindness is a fruit of the Spirit;  (Ephesians 4:32; Galatians 5:22)

The world says hate your enemies ~ the WORD of God says we are to love them and pray for them (Matthew 5:44)

The world tells you that you need to be a certain size, shape, and complexion; and your hair has to be a certain length to be beautiful  the WORD of God says EVERYTHING He made beautiful! (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

The world inspire us to be “bad bitches”… and “boss bitches” ~ the Word of God calls us to be VIRTUOUS WOMEN  

The world makes us think that it is cute to be loud; and to swear & cuss   the WORD of God says that as  virtuous women we only open our mouths to speak wisdom with kindness on our tongues. (Proverbs 31:26)

The world tells us when someone does us wrong, we need to hold it against them… hold a grudge….. and throw it in their face every single chance we get ~ the WORD of God says that we are to forgive others just as Christ forgives us (Ephesians 4:32) 

The world tells you that money is the answer to all your problems the WORD of God says that the love of money is the root of all evil (1 Timothy 6:10)

The world makes us believe that it is okay to sleep around… Jumping from bed to bed, sharing our bodies ~ But the Word of God says do you not know that your body is a temple in which the Holy Spirit dwells? With every other sin it is outside of the  body but when we fornicate we sin against our own body  (1 Corinthians 6:18-20) 

The world has us seeking popularity… trying to be liked, loved, and admired by all  but the WORD of God says to be a friend of the world is to be an enemy of God (James 4:4)

The world says it’s okay to allow a man to lay up in your home all day while you go to work. Then gotta come home and cook him dinnerthe Word says that a man who does not WORK does not EAT (Thessalonians 3:10)

The world says that the teachings of the Bible does not apply today because we are in the 21st Century ~ 1 Peter 1:25 says that the Word of God endures forever (1 Peter 1:25)

The world tells us to get revenge on all those who have hurt you… “Lets do to them what they did to US! Let us hurt them because they hurt us”   But the WORD of God says that vengeance is the Lord’s (Romans 12:19)

The world can keep you down…. Make you feel like you are nobody… You cannot be anybody… And you cannot accomplish anything. And then you don’t because you think you can’t ~ but the WORD of God says that I can do ALL THINGS through Christ who strengthens me  (Philippians 4:3)

The world can lead you to believe that satan actually cares for you…. because when you play his game you sometimes get what you want. And it feels good for a moment  the WORD of God says that satan comes ONLY to steal, kill, and to destroy (John 10:10)

The world can break you if you let it…. depress you, stress you….. Make you feel like your troubles are taking you out  the WORD of God says that we should count it all joy when we go through; for it is our trials that teach us endurance   (James 1:2-4)

The world teaches us to aspire for big houses, expensive cars, worldly and materialistics things  the WORD of God says we are to seek God and His righteousness above ALL ELSE and everything will be added to us (Matthew 6:33)

The world tells us, “Girl, get you a man with a big house and some money” so that he can take care of you  the WORD of God says that we should have our own (Proverbs 14:1)

The world tells us the more make up and jewelry we wear, the more beautiful our appearance  the WORD of God says that we are not to be so concerned with outward beauty such as hairstyles, expensive jewelry or beautiful clothes…. but to focus on the beauty which never fades and this is the beauty that comes from within.  (1 Peter 3:3)

The world makes us think love is supposed to hurt.  “He hurt me because he loves me”∼  the WORD of God says that love is kind. Love is not easily provoked nor is it evil. The word of God says that love is patient.  Love does not boast or brag. Love bears & endures all things; Love does not fail (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)

The world lets us think we can hate each other… fight each other…. talk down on each other…. yet claim that we love God  The WORD of God says how we can love Him that we cannot see but can’t even love those that we can see?? (1 John 4:20)

The world will tell you that you can never change… The world reminds you of your past to discourage you. To make you believe that you still are what you were & can never be anything more  the WORD of God says that in Christ you are made NEW…..  you are a new creation & old things have passed. (2 Corinthians 5:17)

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