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The Heart of Expectation: Do You Really Get Back What You Put Into Relationships?

Expectation by Lidia Simeonova

Expectation by Lidia Simeonova

So often in life we find ourselves disappointed by someone we love and it’s not just people that disappoint us, but it is our unfulfilled desires, and dreams.  However, if we are honest with ourselves our greatest disappointments in life come from unmet expectations.

This is key because we are seldom honest with ourselves and others on this very important point. And I think that if we have the courage to be so, we will save ourselves much grief and heartache.

I am blessed to be able to talk and interact with a lot of diverse people at any given time, and yet there is one universal thing that always stays the same across race, gender, age, income, and status: Our unmet expectations in our relationships tend to have the most profound impact on us.  I have been thinking about this a lot over the past week as I faced a very serious personal challenge and have had to rely on others to support, nurture, pray for and take care of me in many ways because I was unable to drive, shop, etc. for myself.  If you know me, you know that this is hard for me.

I found myself deeply hurt and disappointed in those who I thought were close to me, who simply didn’t respond the way I would have (or have) in a similar circumstance.  Even after I had humbled myself to say I needed their help and their presence with me.  Yet, in my dismay and disappointment I remembered the words of a dear friend of mine about five years ago now.  She noticed that I tended to surround myself with a lot of people who were takers, and not givers–people who were always coming and going after they had been poured into by me.  So she took me out for coffee and she gave it to me straight.

She said Sophia, “You love hard girl. And most people simply cannot handle  it-it makes them feel guilty and they don’t want to step up their game so they lash out at you for simply being good to them. If you don’t start surrounding yourself with people who get you and who share your values, who will be there for you as you are for them you will burn out and burn up with frustration and disappointment.  We on the other hand are good friends and will always be because we are wired the same.  We operate off of ‘reflex’ and we make it a purpose in our loves to demonstrate care, love, affection, support not in words but in our deeds.  We don’t do drive by friendship.”  She continued, “Get rid of some of these so-called friends in your life, because they are not good friends or at the very least put them in their proper role–acquaintance and keep moving.”

WOW-Shazam–light bulb went off! She said, REFLEX. I love that word, I now use it all the time in the context of how I care for and about people in my life.  I don’t make excuses, I don’t try to diminish some-one’s needs, or tell them to “just get use to me this is the way I am”–I DO–I ACT–I POUR OUT–I GIVE. Ask yourself a question–why would you want to be around people that spent their energy telling you what they will not, cannot, and don’t do? Someone like this is toxic-RUN!

So here is the new rule for me since 2004:  I communicate my needs and expectations to those closest to me and we work on meeting each other’s needs as they arise.  And boy am I blessed with a tight inner circle that is there for me hands down.  They show up ready.  Which begs the question why was I looking for support from the wrong people in my life.  My expectation of those in my closest family and inner circle is to operate on REFLEX–and do you know why? My closest circle is made up of self-professed Christian men and women.  And Christians act like Christ. And folks, don’t get it twisted: Christ was a doer, a healer, a comforter, a friend at all times, a forgiver, a lover of his fellow man, and a restorer of brokenness. I learned from my friend, her words impacted me deeply.  And ever since then I make it a point to openly and honestly communicate my needs and expectations of others and most importantly surround myself with people who share my value on this important matter.

I heard a preacher once talk about how he counseled couples and found that most marriages fail due to poor communication and managing of expectations.  He said it’s simple folks: if the husband focuses on meeting his wife’s needs and pouring into her daily and she in turn focuses on his needs and building him up–showing him respect daily they will both be filled.  Everyone’s needs are met.  In  that regard I commend everyone to read the books, “The Five Love Languages” & “The Five Languages of Apology” and “Love as a Way of Life.” by Dr. Gary Chapman.  These books will change your life radically if you put them into practice.  They teach you how to understand other’s needs, expectations and how to manage and meet them which is enriching for all involved.

So what’s the answer to the question I posed at the outset? The answer is YES, you can have a heart of expectation.  Read the Psalms–read how King David laments the people he has poured into and loved, and yet when he is in the barrel they mocked and abandoned him.  David understood REFLEX–he got it–thus why he wanted to kill Abagail’s foolish husband Nabal (see 1st Samuel Chapter 25).  He understood that there is a way we treat our fellow man–there is courtesy–there is kindness–there is reciprocity.  David had protected Nabal’s flocks for free–just because it was right and when David asked for some provisions for his ARMY he was denied such.  Nabal’s selfish–arrogant and self serving ways cost him his life in the end. We should take heed there is a powerful lesson in this word from God.  My point to myself and all of you is to STOP surrounding yourself with (or trying to win over/change) people who do not and will not listen to and care about your feelings and more importantly work to meet validate them (and of course this must be reciprocal).  We all have expectations, and they are healthy when communicated, and managed with mutual love and respect.


Reprinted from TEWW: Tribute to a Black Female Living Legend

Essence Beauty & Cover Director Mikki Taylor

Essence Beauty & Cover Director Mikki Taylor

Today is the 30th Anniversary of my friend Mikki Taylor’s start at Essence Magazine.  If you are a black woman over the age of 40 you have grown up with this Magazine in your living rooms you know of whom I speak.  Below is a feature BLOG post on the Root.com’s Their Eyes Were Watching forum. Enjoy!

You’ve heard the term “living legend”–it simply means someone fabulous that we are fortunate enough to still have in our midst, but who we all fully expect to be a “legend” long after they (and we) are gone from this life.  My sisterfriend, mentor, and 2nd mom Mikki Taylor is one of those people. Mikki turns “30″ today (not her chronological age, of course, but her career age at Essence) and we should honor and celebrate her for the great value she has meant to black women and the black community at large.

I first met Mikki some years ago, but her presence in my life has been nothing short of a gift of teaching, wisdom, and true sisterhood.  This should come as no surprise to the generations of black women who have read Essence for the past almost 40 years.  What I love most about my friend Mikki is that she is truly “authentic” something young black women need to grasp firmly in their lives, now more than ever.  As she likes to tell me “Sophia you have to show up ready everyday for life”.  Mikki is a lot like a shot of Tequila–”straight no chaser” and I love her for that old fashioned sense of grace, charm and candor that she brings to my life everyday.  Amazingly, she is also a devoted wife (of over 30 years), mother of three and grandmother of one.  She is truly a “do it all” kind of sister and she exemplifies the fact that we can have it all sisters, if we are grounded in faith, and self love and respect.

Of all the many things we long-time Essence readers have to be grateful for, Mikki Taylor may be the greatest of all (of course we all loved the soulful spirit and musings of Susan L. Taylor, Longtime former Essence Editor in Chief) beause she has had a quiet yet steady impact on the lives of black women in a way that is truly transformational.  Over the past 30 years, Mikki helped to create and shape a new image of black women in the beauty sector and she has coached companies, industry leaders and the like on how black women think, shop, and experience life differently, perhaps, than do other women.  Her impact in this area, I believe, will be felt for generations to come.

As I think of the passing of legends like Naomi Sims, and other black female trailblazers, and the impact they have had on how the rest of us as black women view our self worth and value, Mikki leaps forward to the front as one of those somewhat “unsung sister heroes” who work behind the scenes to make a monumental difference in the lives of others.  So today, we thank you and celebrate you Mikki–we wish you God’s blessings and providence over your life and your great vision for the health, beauty, relational and spiritual wellness of today’s black woman.

Sophia Nelson is a Regular Contributor to the Root.com & TEWW


Happy Birthday to Me: 2010 A Year of Restoration & Renewal

Happy Birthday Sophia

Happy Birthday Sophia

Today is my birthday. It is the 3rd anniversary of my 40th Birthday to be exact. I awakened this morning early to pray (I am nursing a bad cold & persistent fever so it was somewhat hard to focus), but two words were in my spirit this morning: Restoration & Renewal.

Life has a funny way of turning out the way it wants to versus the way we imagined it as kids, teens and young adults.  Sometimes it is hard to believe that I am a middle-aged woman now.  How can it be so–I still feel young, I still look young, and my body frame is pretty much the same as it was when I graduated high school almost 25 years ago. This has to be a joke right?

Where did the years go?

The truth is time waits for none of us.  It marches on and on and on and if we don’t grasp how precious each moment we have is here on this side of life–we are fools indeed. I only have to glimpse back at the last several years of my life and think of the girlfriend lost to domestic violence, or the one to Breast Cancer. Or the niece of my sorority sister who died just before Christmas at age 12.  Life is a vapor folks.  So LIVE it!!! LIVE IT fully!

I had occasion to go back and read my journals from my 20’s and 30’s on New Year’s eve (yes it is rough having a birthday this early in the year:) and it was fascinating to see how much I have changed, how my life’s course has changed and yet how much I still long for some things that have yet to come to pass in my life.  40 was a big transition point for me.  I was looking to become a partner in my law firm, get married to a man I was dating and adored, and I was very close to adopting children.  I had done the paperwork, I notified my firm leadership that I wanted to go part-time and I was excited.  But, it did not work out as I had planned.  I lost my job in the difficult economy, I did not become a partner, I did not get married, and I could not adopt the children I wanted so much.  That is a lot to handle all at once and there is so much more I could lament about but that would be ungrateful of me to be candid.

Pain is a great teacher.  Loss is a great teacher.  Learning to wait for what we diligently “ask and seek” is a great faith builder.

Fast forward a few years later, my life is exactly where I want it to be.  I have always wanted to be a journalist and writer.  Yet, I pursued a more noble profession as an attorney.  I was not being true to my spirit–to myself. But God has a way of grabbing our attention and forcing us to be REAL with ourselves. He did that with me through my teachers and friends who spoke life into me when I was down and out (Is. 30: 20-21).

I sold my first novel/book to a major publisher in New York. The book which has taken three years to write and research comes out in the Fall of 2010.  I am a noted political & social commentator on national TV.  I now count among some of my closest friends and associates some of America’s biggest and most powerful names.  I write for some of the nation’s best newspapers and magazines.  I am better, wiser, stronger.  Love has found its way back to me, and my prayer is that this time it is for good.  I am blessed with the best of friends, mentors and family support.  I have two healthy, beautiful nieces who keep me hopping and fulfilled.  And I have every intention of becoming a mother whichever way God allows it to unfold.

My message to all of you out there who may be tempted to feel defeated, lost, and hopeless: God can restore the years the locusts have eaten (Joel 2:25).  God will make the latter years better than the former.  He can bring you OUT of the loss.  He can give you double what you lost as he did JOB.  I am walking in a spirit if newness and restoration that frankly astounds me at times.  The journey has not been easy, but as I think about the last 43 years I know God has a plan and a destiny for me.  I am watching it unfold right before my very eyes.  Be of good courage today. Be of good cheer dear friends.  God is a God of restoration and renewal.  I know.

And the glow from that fire can truly light your way!

Sophia

Theme for 2010: “Walk into your Destiny-by Running to Yourself”

new-year-2010-fireworks-thumb59439121 As I thought about themes for this year–I wanted to really listen to my spirit. Usually themes come to me very early and they are based on something I am lacking in my life, or need to work on.  Last year 2009 my motto was “ If I have not love, I am nothing” based on Paul’s letter to the Corinthians (chapter 13).  The year before 2008 it was “Keep moving forward” which was what I needed to grasp in my life as I turned 40 years of age. Both of those mantras served me well on both a personal and professional level.

This year, however, I am in a different place.  I have been through a great season of radical change, and transformation in the past three years. And it has been a blessing. I have also labored in a spirit of absolute exhaustion from service.  To be honest I am tired, and I need a rest. And I am going to give myself permission to take that rest.

As I considered this year and the decade ahead what clearly kept creeping up in my spirit was “take care of you Sophia”–”be about self for once”-”learn you Sophia”–”minister to self”-and in doing so you will be fully healed and you will fully realize the destiny God has for you.

I actually spent last night quietly alone at home (my beau is away on business outside of the country till my birthday on Tuesday:) reading my 1999-2000 Millennium journal.  I was 32 years old and it was a fascinating and enlightening read.  It made me ask some hard questions about those dreams and things that I had not yet realized.  The common denominator was “me”-”myself” and “I”.   Then it came to me–this year has to be about “care of the self” and in so doing I/you/we will be better positioned to realize our dreams, God given potential, and to serve our family, friends and neighbors better.

Now that we have successfully entered the 2nd new decade of this new millennium, I don’t know about you but I am excited.  I should be and so should you.  Why?

Well for starters “10″ is a whole number, unlike prime numbers such as 3, 5, 7. . .”10″ symbolizes wholeness and perfection–it is the number “ordinal perfection”–it starts a new beginning, a new birth, a new order.  For us in calendar terms it signals a “decade” or “10 years”  A time of completion, wholeness, and living out your destiny.  That is my challenge to myself and to all of you who follow my musings and speaking.

Face you–run to you–love on you–care for you–minister to you–rediscover you (the true you)–take care of you!

2010 is the year I will have my first book published-Fall 2010 (Smiley Books, A Hayhouse Publishing Partner).  2010 is the year I believe I will get married. 2010 is the year I believe I will be on my way to motherhood in whatever way it comes.  For the first time in my life I am certain and I can see my destiny.  I get why all the struggle, pain, valleys, betrayals, losses, and challenges had to happen in my life.  How many times did I lament to God and ask What are you doing?? I so get it now.  I was blind but now I see.  I mean that.

For those of you out there who think it is too late–or that you missed it–or that it is over–think again.  I will be 43 years old on Tuesday next.  43-wow!  But I still feel 25 at heart and once I started walking in that spirit of freedom and exploration (things I missed in my 20’s) my world opened up to all of the possibilities my heart could handle.  I am comfortable with myself now.  I know who I am.  More importantly, I know whose I am.

Do you? If not, find you and walk into your heart’s destiny by so doing.

And the glow from your fire can truly light the way,

Sophia

A Mother’s Love: Courage & Grace in the Midst of the Unthinkable. . .

A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love

I have not yet had the privilege of becoming a mother, but I know how much I love my two nieces (11 & 6) and I could not imagine loving someone or something deeper than I do them. Nor could I ever imagine anything every happening to them as children and me surviving such a loss as their only aunt.

This past Saturday, we celebrated the 5th anniversary Holiday Tea & Awards Luncheon and we honored a little lady named Marissa Norwood.  Marissa is the niece of my soror and friend Melanie Burney<Photo 1> and she is the only daughter of Melanie’s sister and our soror Roz Norwood.  Marissa is 12 years old and she is going to die–Hospice says it is a matter of days now–she has a malignant brain tumor and she has fought the good fight, she has run the race, and she is ready to claim the prize.

About 15 minutes ago I spoke with Rosalind to wish her a happy birthday and tell her to ask Marissa to hold on just another day because the White House (at iask’s request) is sending her something special from the 1st family. A special thank you to my friend Corey Ealons for getting on this and helping to comfort a sick little girl with a big heart.

I wanted to write this note because Rosalind’s heart and her attitude humbles and shames me–she is not grieving or distraught as I know I would be–she is not lamenting against God in anger or asking him why–she is full of life and hope for her child–she is feeding off of her faith–she is standing courageous and brave in the midst of a storm few of us will ever know in this lifetime.  She will soon have to return the “angel” she was “loaned” back to God.  And she is prepared to do so.  I am so touched by Melanie as an aunt, and Roz as a mother.  I am so humbled and uplifted by Marissa’s big heart and the way she has served others–and “kept” her sisters and brothers out of her lack. May God bless this mighty little one and may God bless her mother Roz, who has taught me about grace and courage in the midst of the unthinkable.

God bless you all and Happy Holidays!

Love,

Sophia

Are You Your Brother’s/Sister’s Keeper? iask, Inc. Celebrates 5 Years of Service-Self-Success

5th Anniversary Program Cover

5th Anniversary Program Cover

Post By Black & Married With Kids Co-Founder Mrs. Ronnie Tyler

On Saturday, Lamar and I attended the iask , Inc. 5th Anniversary Holiday Tea and Awards Luncheon hosted by Mikki Taylor, Beauty Director and Cover Director of Essence Magazine. This luncheon served not only as a fundraiser (as ticket proceeds and silent auction bids were used to support charities such as the National Capitol Food Bank, Safe Shores, Children’s Defense Fund, and Walter Reed Army Christmas Community Service Program), but also as an awards luncheon recognizing several individuals for their dedication and service to the community. Among the awards recipients were Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson and Eugene H. Robinson.

One award recipeint, 12 year old Marissa Norwood, really touched my heart. Marissa did not actually attend the luncheon because you see she has a brain tumor. Even though she has a brain tumor, she has an upbeat attitude and a passion for helping others. When the Make a Wish foundation granted Marissa her wish, Marissa did not want anything for herself. Instead, she wished for a shopping spree to purchase gifts for others in need. “I don’t want to be remembered for having a tumor, I want to be known for helping people despite having a tumor,” Norwood said.

Another award recipient, Nicole McLean, is a breast cancer survivor. After being diagnosed with breast cancer, Nicole decided to start a blog to discuss her journey. My Fabulous Boobies started out as a personal blog, but has grown to a powerful resource to help other young single women that are dealing with breast cancer.

I truly enjoyed the luncheon, I laughed, I cried, I was motivated by award recipient and keynote speaker Gloria Mayfield Banks, and most of all I was inspired. Many of the awards recipients are overcoming great adversities in their lives and yet they still found time to give. iask means I Am My Sister’s Keeper. Their mission is to be the premiere organization nationally that addresses the mental, physical, relational, spiritual and career well-being of African-American Professional Women. Please take a moment to check out the pictures for the Luncheon and to check out the iask website.

Thank you Sophia Nelson (iask President and founder) for your vision and for being a blessing to our community!!!

Note – Are you your sister’s keeper? Many of the women at the conference did not give out of their abundance..they gave out of their lack!!! (That was a direct quote from iask President Sophia Nelson in her welcoming remarks). That is a powerful statement. You might think that your situation is bad..but there is always someone out their that has it worse than you.

5th Anniversary Keepsake Program

5th Anniversary Keepsake Program

A Pleantiful Harvest: Things I am Thankful for. . .

Things to be Thankful for

These are the special times–the times that we should remember.  Time spent in focused gratitude and thanksgiving to God for his bountiful blessings–for his plentiful Harvest,

2009 has been a difficult year for many of our fellow Americans, family members, friends and for many of us.  Everyday I wake, I am mindful of the simple things that I am blessed with: food, clothing, water, shelter, transportation, and a home.  The economy has been in free fall since 2007–like many of you I have been affected by the downturn as have many of my close friends and family. Yet, despite it all I am blessed and I am thankful for another harvest come and gone.  I am thankful for the people in my life.

On this Thanksgiving Day may we all remember those in uniform who serve us all, afar on a distant shore–may we remember the sacrifices of generations gone by that have enabled us to enjoy the freedom of liberty.  May we recall the blessings of memories past and the hope of those yet to come. May we work to ensure a better future for our children and their children.  Count your blessings and give thanks for God’s plentiful harvest.

God bless you and keep you.  God bless the United States of America.

If I have not love, I am nothing

Sophia

In Times Like This. . .

foreclosures5As if Thursday night wasn’t bad enough, Friday morning brought more bad news: unemployment is at 10.2 %, a madman murdered his fellow servicemen at Ft. Hood, another madman murdered 9 others today in Florida because he lost his job, children being raped–killed-then dumped in a landfill–foreclosures, lost hopes, lost dreams, pilfered wealth by Wall Street bandits, ANGER seems to abound, Broken Relationships, Broken promises. . .I could go on and on but you all know where we are as a human race and the question we are all asking is this:

What to do in times like this?

Well, whenever I feel overwhelmed, I pray and I go to God’s word–the Bible. I was searching this morning for answers as my mom and I prayed for the victims at Ft. Hood and many of our own family, friends and countrymen who are hurting. In Acts chapter 2 verses 42-47 Luke Tells us that the “Family of God” has a role to play. We are to be, act and live as a “fellowship of believers”. This stopped me in my tracks because if you think about it much of what is wrong right now in our world is that we have a lot of disconnected, angry, hurt, depressed people running wild. They are mostly quiet and unseen. The move in the shadows and they are filled up to the brim with pain. Our job as Children of the light (Matthew) is to help heal, love, care, and reach out to the disconnected among us.

As Christians we are to be Dependent. Connected. Related. In our individualistic culture, the intimacy and fellowship of early Christians is something I greatly envy and admire. I long for such friendships, prayer warriors, and devotion in my own life. I see the carelessness in our family–the lack of love and it saddens me.

The first century Christians were facing much greater stress and strain than we will ever know–BUT they endured because they supported each other and willingly invested their time, money, and emotional resources in one another. They fellowshipped, they were intertwined, interconnected. They fought through life’s struggles TOGETHER. See Acts 2: 42-47. They drew strength from each other; they shared in each other’s joys and sorrows. They were like family to each other. The family of God.

My point is this: In times like these we have got to return to our faith in order to save us. Someone posed the question today is it too late to save people from committing these senseless acts of violence? Of course not. But we cannot save them–only God through his Son Jesus saves us . But we can love them, we can be kind, we can show compassion, we can show concern, we can invite them to dinner, we can make them feel connected, welcomed, cared for.

That friends is our most important job as the family of God.

If I Have Not Love, I am Nothing,

Sophia

When Our Kids View Rape as a Spectator Sport. . .

Where Have We Gone Wrong?

Where Have We Gone Wrong?

Last week I lamented about the horrific kidnapping and murder of a little 7 year old girl.  Just a few days after Somer Thompson was found dead in a Georgia landfill, another girl Elizabeth Olten, age 9 was found dead in Missouri.  A month ago we all stood in shock as kids in Chicago watched 16 year old Derrien Albert being beat to death with clubs and boards by his classmates for being too smart.  We have all seen the videos of girls beating up other girls in the bathroom at school, or parents beating up other parents on the soccer fields.  This morning I woke up to the news that one little boy in Coral Springs Florida has allegedly stabbed his brother to death with a knife to the chest over a video game feud and loud music playing while their parents were away. WTH?

If all of this isn’t bad enough–we now know that in Richmond, California at least 20 people watched the gang rape of a 15 year old girl after a Homecoming dance.    According to news reports for more than two hours on a dark Saturday night, as many as 20 people watched or took part as a 15-year-old California girl was allegedly gang raped and beaten outside a high school homecoming dance, authorities said. As hundreds of students gathered in the school gym, outside in a dimly lit alley where the victim was allegedly raped, police say witnesses took photos. Others laughed. “As people announced over time that this was going on, more people came to see, and some actually participated,” Lt. Mark Gagan of the Richmond Police Department told CNN.

I think I am at a loss for words here.  We know that this has happened before in the infamous Kitty Genovese case, which occurred in 1964, where a young woman was robbed, raped and beaten in plain view by her attacker and dozens of people watched, pulled down their shades and did not call the police or help this woman–despite her loud pleas for help.  Again, I am at a loss for words.

Here is the bottom line though folks: We had better wise up and fast.  We are raising a generation of emotionally retarded, angry, cold and callous kids.  No region, no neighborhood is immune to this rampant disorder that plagues our young people.  No race, no gender knows any escape from this problem. Our kids are angry–disconnected and caught up in a reality TV based world where anything goes and anything is worth watching and sending on your cell phone to friends.

What has happened to us as a society?

If this is what technology has done to our kids we had better throw the damned computers, ipods, cell phones, videophones and other devices AWAY.  The more we text, and type emails and don’t have to deal face to face with other human beings the more dangerous we are becoming. Parents, and child providers watch yourself–kids are like sponges they suck it all up and then spit it back.  If our kids are angry and feel that watching a girl be RAPED is something to laugh at and send on a video phone–we are in big trouble as a nation.  If this is what we have become–Al Qaeda is not the problem, they are not our greatest internal threat to peace, order, and security–WE ARE!

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A Little Angel Stolen from Among Us. . .My Thoughts on Somer Thompson

Photo of Little Somer Thompson

Photo of Little Somer Thompson

When a child dies all of humanity is diminished-unknown

We all awoke to the horrific news this morning that little Somer Thompson, 7, had been murdered and her body dumped in a Georgia landfill 55 miles away from her home. I have not been right all day to be candid and I had to express my outrage and broken heartedness over this senseless tragedy.

According to CNN, “The body of a small child was found in a south Georgia landfill and has been identified as that of a missing 7-year-old Florida girl, Clay County, Florida, Sheriff Rick Beseler said Thursday morning. Somer Thompson, 7, went missing Monday on her way home from school. The preliminary identification was based on the girl’s clothing and a birthmark, Beseler said.” The report continued that local sheriff told the girl’s mother Wednesday night that her daughter had been identified. The mother, he said, was devastated. It was the hardest phone call I’ve ever had to make in my life, and I hope I never have to make another one like that,” Beseler said at a Thursday morning news conference.  The investigation has now turned into a murder probe.

Like many of you I wept when I heard this and felt sick to my stomach.  I have been trying to wrap my arms around this all day–how, who, what could do something like this to an innocent 7 year old girl?? What troubles me even more is that the the world should have stopped, we all should have stopped, and the news should have spent the entire day focusing on the subject of the all too familiar kidnapping, rape and murder of young children in this nation. Like everything else in this culture of ours we have become coarse, familiar, and uncaring about things that just 20 years ago stopped us dead in our tracks.  Somehow we have come to accept that this “just happens”–that this is “just the way it is”–NO NO NO–it is NOT the way it is or should ever be!

It boggles the mind and numbs the soul how anyone could do something so demonic–so straight out of hell–so unbelievable.

I just got off the phone about 20 minutes ago with my 7 year old niece.  I just wanted to hear her voice–that tiny little innocent voice that still believes in Santa Claus and fairy tales–that loves pink tutus and handbags and hair ribbons.  The beautiful little girl who sings about butterflies in my car (until she drives me batty)–the little 2nd grader with her life ahead of her.  The one who sleeps in aunt Sophia’s bed, with the dog and her older sister and takes all my covers.

Somer Thompson had a life ahead of her too and some animal, some creature stole her from her family, and then took the life from her little body.  How in the hell did this happen?

May God have no mercy on this creature’s soul.

Folks the time has come for us to wake up and step up.  The time has come for us to join good men like John Walsh (who lost his young son Adam many years ago in the same tragic way) in the fight to protect our babies and kids.  We had all better get involved in this fight because sex trafficking and pornography of young kids and children is RAMPANT.  This little girl was someone’s child–she was innocent and pure and the last hours of her life were filled with an unspeakable evil and horror to ugly to put into words.

I have had enough–its time to fight back and rail against those who defend the sexual perverts, freaks, child molestors, rapists, and pedophiles as people we should feel sorry for, and release back into our communities once they serve their time.  NO. The recidivism rate is exceptionally high for sex offenders and sooner or later their blood lust turns to murder.

Enough. We have to step up and protect our kids, all of us, even if we do not have kids of our own.  These are our precious jewels, our future, our hope for a better tomorrow.  Give to any charity or organization that supports kids.  Be vigilant about watching out for your own kids and neighbors kids.  Be proactive.  Teach your kids how to spot these freaks and run, yell, scratch, bite, kick, dial 9-11 on their cell phones.  Whatever it takes–we have got to protect our children from these creatures.

To Mrs. Thompson and her family, my thoughts, the nation’s thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of devastating sorrow.  Nothing we can say will ever ease the pain of what you feel today. The only thing that gives me some minor comfort today is that I know Somer earned her wings and she is in Heaven as a bright light, a baby angel, who is safe from harm for all eternity.