EVERYONE Has a Journey~~ by Mia McKinney

Everyone has a journey and a purpose,the pain of life happens and knocks us off course at times. It is in those times there are lessons to be learned. There are great loses rapped in pain that ends with goodbyes we spend our lives trying to recover from. If we try to speed the process we often make wrong turns and find… our self at dead end streets. It is up to us how long we stay there.Each pain and each loss must be handle with care and walked thru, it can’t be ignored or shoved back in because in the end it will find it’s way out whether it be healthy or unhealthy. We can’t prevent loss or hurt but we can choose how it is released.There are a lot of things in this world I don’t understand. One thing I have come to understand though with each pain comes a goodbye, a mourning time of something that once was a piece of our lives, Wither it be a loss of person,thing or a event we fall victim to we must take the time to mourn. During the process we may find  we have placed our self’s in isolation and denial. If just keep everyone away I’ll be safe and I won’t have to deal with it, no one will ever know how I feel including myself. This may work for a time then anger begins to take hold. We can only hold things in for so long then we become like a pressure cooker. Somewhere in the middle of it all we begin to reach for God.We plead for mercy, If he would just make it all go away we would be a better person. We are now at the bargaining stage. Depression and hopelessness begins to sink in because at this point we’ve pushed everyone away and only the fuel of  our anger keeps us going. Reality hits and we are pretty close to rock bottom We have open the door and there stands our pain looking us in the face no turning back now, pretending is all over with. We grasp a hold of what faith we have collected on our journey and we embrace a truth that was there all along the only difference is we learn what the true gift gods grace is. Where at rock bottom and now Jesus can work with us. As we learn to walk in a new light and truth we mustn’t forget our fellow travelers who are on this journey as well. Everyone in the end is searching for the same thing pure unconditional love ,all judgments laid down, a real friend. ~~ Author-  malisia mckinney

Can I count on you, can the kids count on you?


MACA is a non-partisan, grass roots, nationwide effort, to UNITE ALL Child Advocates together in solidarity on April 22, 2013 for peaceful demonstrations against child abuse and crimes against children in the U.S.
April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month.  We seek to raise awareness of and ask for tougher sentencing for violent crimes against children in the U.S.
Statistics on crimes against children each year in the U.S. are staggering, sobering and should compel EVERY adult, parent, father, uncle, son, grandfather and all mothers, aunts, daughters, grandmothers and women to be moved to do something… NOW.  At a recent Washington Congressional hearing in June, 2011, experts believe nearly 10 children die each day from abuse. NCANDS, the national database for crimes against children, didn’t receive data from 3 states in their latest report!  States…

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Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home and a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. ~~~Melody Beattie

Musing from the past…

I’ve been thinking about April. National Child Abuse Prevention Month. There was nothing around like that when I was a kid. I thought maybe it would be appropriate to share a short piece from my book on that little girl and how she felt.


I WAS ONCE just a little girl and fragile. I was my parents incomplete thought in the back seat of a car at conception and the creature that would go on to ruin their lives. I was without substance, courage, appreciation or understanding. I believed I was treated so badly because I was so very wicked. I was self-serving and cared only for my own survival. I would not risk extra whippings or death to save my younger brothers. I believed I was an undeserving and worthless character whom my parents did not want and of whom God disapproved. (p.226)

In some cultures, and in our fairly recent American past, a black armband signifies that the wearer is in mourning or wishes to identify with the commemoration of a comrade or team member who has died. This use has been significant to me for the last few years as I have pondered over the fact that I live. Many like me did not.

I will be wearing a black armband, made from simple fabric store ribbon, throughout the month of April out of respect for those children and as an awareness that it happens all too often. I will wear a blue ribbon tied with it to commemorate the blue ribbon month of April. I hope you will join me. April is after all National Child Abuse Prevention/Awareness.