Wayside Baptist Church


 

 

Wayside Baptist Church

 

I’ve been attending Wayside Baptist Church off and on for about four years.  I always enjoyed the service and felt at home with friendly people and great teaching.

Now that I’m Retired I was ready to make a more permanent connection so during Altar Call I went up to join Wayside. More than just joining. I am now part of the Wayside Baptist Church family. As a single person with only my brother Stephen whom I only see a few times a year I need to be part of support system. 

By joining Wayside Baptist Church and attending Sunday services on a regular basis and Bible Study this will help me in my battle against depression, anxiety and panic attacks. 

I made up my mind that I could either sit at home and wallow in sadness, depression and negative thoughts or I could get up off my butt Sunday morning, eat breakfast, take my shower and walk the few blocks to the church. 

Better to be in the House of the Lord than to be home overthinking and projecting into the future.  I was brought up and raised in the Baptist Church so pretty much wherever I have lived whether Queens or Brooklyn that’s where I felt most comfortable.  When Pastor Hamatheite made the Altar Call I literally ran to the front.  That’s how much I need healing and Restoration in my Life.  I was Welcomed with open arms.  Stephen has me but as a Caregiver, as a Single Woman I need someone, somewhere I can go. 

Retiring was only part of the answer.  I realized that I can’t do this on my own.  I’m not strong.  So I Rededicate my Life to Jesus.

God knew this was the Sunday for me.  When one of the church secretaries had written down my name to introduce me Pastor Hamatheite knew me from my Twitter feed. Specifically my photo tweets of Wayside Baptist church.

Truly Lord I Need you Now. I Need you now Lord Right Away. Lord I need you to Restore Me.  Lord Jesus I Need the Victory.

 

https://youtu.be/5Pze_mdbOK8

 

I Look to You Lord!

Next Sunday begins my New Members Classes and I’m really excited to begin!

 

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Hymn # 227 ~~ I Surrender All

 

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Biblical Text: Psalm 118  ~~  Sermon Title: I Shall Not die But Live

 

Previous Sunday September 23, 2018

 

 

Some pictures of previous visits

Impermanence and Grace


 

 

Panthera

 

Canopic Jar Tiye

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snow Leopardess

Meet The Silver Fox

 

 

 

 

 

The Snow Leopardess ~~ She be Faith, Fury & Fire

Agility, Strength and Resilience

Possessed of Fierce Fighting Skills ~~ A Feline Ninja Who Vanquishes both prey and foes

 

In Moon-time Epochs Long Gone She carried the seed of Moses delivering a future King to Solomon’s Abraham

 

Atlantic beach waves lapping a Goddess relaxes along the shore. Gray heads nod to grey heads. Sunrise on the Dnieper flows near.

Dipping into the Reviving ocean tides she relives girlhood glee encompassed within the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slipping into the Season of Sixty

When I was a young woman my Dad used to say that I had to get dressed up just to take the garbage out! LOL! Yes I was a real clothes horse for a long time. Cue in the Carly Simon song, “You’re so Vain.” Always keeping up appearances. Everything had to be just so. Especially after I entered my 50s and the gray hair that was once a small area began to take over my entire head.

Time and circumstance always has lessons for us. Finally earlier this year I stopped coloring my hair. I let it be all white. I seldom get pedicures anymore and as for manicures that was rare for me anyone. Stopped worrying about my uni-brow and my menopause mustache.

As I get closer to age 60, (Feb. 2019) my goal is to just stay healthy. I have nobody to impress. I’m not trying to win the Ms. America or Ms. Universe pageant. Freedom is not having to impress people especially men. I always wanted to look good for guys. But my dating days are long over with and my focus is on other more important goals.

60 is not the new 20! Body parts will go south. That tummy fat is here to stay. In August a short time after I retired I went to Coney Island beach only about an hour away by subway. Thanks to Uncle Sam and my U.S. Army training it’s natural for me to get up early. At 5:00 am I’m ready to tackle the world. Arriving at the beach around 8:15 am I was in the company of many elders especially the Russian immigrants who live in the Brighten Beach/Coney Island neighborhood. Gray heads see grey heads. We nod in silent greeting and acknowledgement.

People in their 60s, 70s and 80s. Ladies unafraid to wear 2 piece bathing suits. Walking with a spouse or a beloved dog. Taking their early morning walks and sunbaths. I felt great. Waded in the water. Totally unconcerned about my looks. I’ve been wearing my hair natural for years and I recently decided to cut it all off back in April so other than a trip to the barber getting wet is no problem.

For me Freedom is getting older and accepting myself. Freedom is silencing my critical inner voice. Acceptance and adapting to my upcoming senior years.

Sixty. Yes I’m truly looking forward to that birthday on Feb. 2019.

Kammie’s Oddball Challenge 9/27/18


Re-imagining the Two Big Poppas! Brooklyn and British Masters in their chosen fields.

Roaming Urban Gypsy

https://nuthousecentral.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/kammies-oddball-challenge-9-27-18/

Kammie’s Oddball Challenge 9/27/18

The Two Big Poppas

Mural in Bushwick, Brooklyn

The street in fact that entire block is being worked on however I would suppose that the workmen are used to people stopping and taking pictures of this Outstanding Street Mural.

“Biggie. Biggie. Biggie. Can’t you see sometimes your words just mystify me!”

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The British Big Poppa aka Alfred Hitchcock well he is one of my favorite Movie Directors of all time.  The Birds scared me half to death as did Psycho.  However my favorite Hitchcock movie is “Rear Window” with Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly who later married Prince Rainier of Monaco and became Princess Grace.

Back in 2016 an artist created an outdoor exhibit for a New York Museum based on the Edward Hopper painting and the creepy hotel in the film Psycho

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Memories From The Heart


 

 

Memories From The Heart

 

Poetry Inspired by My Blogging Buddy Geetha.  Please Check out her most excellent blog for more poetry gems and jewels.

 

https://geethaprodhom.wordpress.com/2018/09/26/the-unknown-facets/

 

Fleeting memories as the sewing box plays, “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Little I was and Little did I know that she would return to her beloved sweetheart husband in a future that played out too soon.

 

 

Opening my Grandma Eva’s Musical sewing box and seeing her all over and again. Returning to her apartment in Harlem. An apt that was huge to the 5 year old me. Hearing Grandma give a lighthearted scolding to her son, my Dad. Memories of a Great Day in Harlem with Grandma.

 

 

Each Memory is like a reflection captured within a diamond.  Precious. One glance returning you to a pleasant past event repeatedly Looped in Luxury.

 

 

 

 

 

Mardi Gras Extravaganza Makeover


Mardi Gras Extravaganza Makeover. Gloss. Glitter. Feathers. Wig. Tangerine Screams.

Roaming Urban Gypsy

Mardi Gras Extravaganza with Tangerine Scream Highlights

Mardi Gras Extravaganza Makeover

Contains Feathers, gold and silver glitter plus gloss for shine.

In the Beginning  Feeling washed out and rather dull even though Her Tangerine Highlights were screaming quit Loudly!

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New, Improved, Upgraded and Enhanced!

Diva with a Weeva

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