Tap You Out!

What is it about me that makes me want to smash in a guys face? I am probably the least violent person you'll EVER meet. But certain situations call out my rage and it pisses me off when I can't let it out. Here are a couple of things You may NEVER do on my watch.

1) Get into a woman's face with a balled up fist. If I see that I may just perhaps, lay you out.

2) Be completely disrespectful to a pregnant woman. I.E. Make her cry with your stupid candor, raise your voice in an aggressive tone, make her feel like nobody will want her because of the child, it goes on and on.

3) Be a completely worthless father. If you can't take care of your child(ren), I'll take care of you. Because I was the only one with balls to stand up to my father. So don't for a second think I'll be scared of you.

4) Don't EVER be a manipulative prick. Enough said about that.

5) If you EVER try to cause division between family that I'm close to. I.E Mine or one that took me in like my GF's family, or the Hawes family. Avoid all contact with me. Because if you get this far without me hurting you, You're blessed. If you get this far without me even having a say, then God for some reason, showed you mercy.

Please understand that violence is not something I condone, But I am a lion of the tribe of Judah. I will defend my pride. Not one lion, especially a lioness will be harmed in your cowardly efforts. So if you charge, be ready to fall.

Babies Really Are Blessings :)

Going into the week I was certain of a couple things. One, It was gonna be a week like none other, and two, I was gonna be happy at the end of it. Tuesday came with news @ 4:30 AM that My girlfriend's cousin's water broke. She was carrying my godson, so I was completely ecstatic. I waited throughout the day to hear he was born. Then night time came and she was still in labor. I thought to myself "Interesting." I went to worship practice, did my thing, and learned that she was still in labor. My girlfriend swung by and decided to bring me to the hospital. It was now 10:30 PM, And I was starting to grow weary of waiting for him to be born. We waited for three and a half more hours, and the nurses noticed something and had the mother moved in for a C-Section. After 45 more grueling minutes, we heard the news of crying in the O.R. So we rushed back up to the maternity ward to hear the cries of my newborn godson. When I first saw him, my whole perspective on a lot of things changed. I didn't see just a baby boy, I saw a responsibility that I've never really felt myself growing up. I held him for the first time on saturday and felt this undying need to take care of him, and to make sure that is future is secure. Because I strongly feel that certain people that may be in his life are gonna fall well short of that need. I felt privileged to even be considered to be a godfather, and here I am wanting to make sure that his life is set in Godliness and stability.

When I held him today after service, I almost cried because it stirred up memories that I thought were lost, or forgotten. I felt the abandonment my father put me through try to creep up on me. But all it did was stir up my righteous anger, and made me even more determined to do all that I can to make sure he doesn't feel the same things I felt.