Saturday, August 5, 2017

Just to Encourage you...

Certainly, we have all faced hurt, rejection, and disappointment in our lives. Throughout life we experience triumphs and failures. Perhaps you are even in the midst of a situation now, which seems too heavy to bear, but be assured this storm will pass over. Your reaction to the storm and your response during it are instrumental to the overall outcome. Seek wisdom while determining the best course of action.  Wisdom says take a moment, ponder the circumstances, and make a decision today that will be good tomorrow. I’ve heard it said, “Don’t let today’s reaction become tomorrow’s regret.”

If you are hurt, face the hurt and acknowledge it and although feelings of wanting to seek revenge may well up, pause and remind yourself at that very moment whose you are. Dig deep into that center of your spiritual being and seek the strength, wisdom, and courage for what faces you.

Feel weak?  God is your strength.
Feel unable? God is your ability.
Feel confused?  God is your confidence.
Feel tired?  God is your rejuvenation.

Perhaps you have hurts, rejections, or disappointments lingering from the past. To you I say, ask God for the strength to tear down the walls, open the windows, and clean out the past.  Refuse to allow hurt and pain to dwell in you, rather allow joy and peace to flood in again. I have learned that it is through faith in God that the storms of life are bearable.  I have learned that by faith that mountain will move. I have learned that by faith, after every storm there is a rainbow to remind you of God’s faithfulness to his promises.

I hope this brief message has encouraged you and given your faith a boost.

Peace,


SharB~TTSD

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

That Mountain


When exercising your faith, when spending time with the Lord, part of that time typically involves studying the Bible. The Bible is filled with scriptures and God’s promises that easily apply to your daily walk. One particular promise I really grabbed hold to when this mountain of a situation presented itself.

Lord, by faith I’m asking you to move this mountain. Then I recalled an old Baptist hymn that says, “Lord don’t move this mountain; give me the strength to climb it.” Hmm...I even recalled hearing, “Lord, if you don’t move this mountain, help me to tunnel through.” Hmm...I prayed and cried.  I cried and prayed.

So here I am, mustering up as much faith as I possibly can and I said ok God, so about that mountain. In my finite mind it seemed inevitable that it wasn’t going anywhere so as I prayed, I said, “Lord, if you don’t move this mountain, give me all the tools…no scratch that, give me everything I need to build a house right on this mountain. My finite mind said yes that is the answer-if that mountain won’t move, we just have to use it!

Now fast forward to the answer.

1.  I didn’t climb the mountain.
2.  I didn’t tunnel through the mountain.
3.  I sure didn’t build a house on that mountain.

That still small voice spoke to me and said what exactly was that scripture you started out your prayers with? I opened my Bible to Mark 11:23 and read, “For assuredly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that those things he says will be done, he will have whatever he says.”

The mountain would do what? It would be removed.

Oh, so you won’t be building that house on the mountain?

No, Lord, I won’t. Thank you for moving that mountain.

Mic drop.











Peace,


SharB~TTSD



Sunday, July 2, 2017

Hope Remains

Time is ongoing and with time comes change, which is apparent now more than ever.  Until the time comes when we cease to exist, we ought to strive to live our best life focusing on the long term and on the celebration of life.  Although discouragement comes through the chaos of this world, the multiple injustices, the prejudices, and the corruption plaguing our social systems and healthcare, and is enough to break us and shake us to our core, we must remain steadfast, remain committed to fighting, resisting, and standing for what is right.

Back to the title of my blog, Take the Scaffolding Down, the purpose of scaffolding is to provide a temporary supporting structure, and if taken down too soon, the safety of the structure is severely compromised. Speaking metaphorically the stability of the scaffolding in our lives is falling down for many. I refer back to our healthcare system which is relied upon by millions to be available, accessible, and affordable; however, those reassurances that we have come to rely upon are quickly falling apart.  Part of the 492 false claims (lies) made by the current United States president during his first 100 days is that no one would lose health care and there would be no cuts to Medicaid.  The current healthcare proposal threatens to cut Medicaid spending by 35% by 2035 affecting our most vulnerable population.

The fragility of so many American citizens emphasizes the need to fight on, to march on, and to stand for truth and equality.  One thing is sure, Truth does not change, Truth remains stable through and through. While we fight, we must hold on to faith and not allow our faith to be tied to circumstances.  Circumstances are unpredictable and ever-changing but I admonish you to persevere in your faith as a family, as a community, and as a nation.

Don’t ever lose hope.

Through these times of uncertainty remember that all you have worked hard for and continue working hard for is not in vain. Won’t you trust and believe with me that the promise God made to Israel can be our promise today, His plans are to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future, (Jeremiah 29:11) paraphrased.



This is what must propel you to keep on striving.

Peace,

SharB~TTSD


Sunday, April 23, 2017

Mental Health Awareness Month


As we approach May, I draw your attention to May being Mental Health Awareness Month.  What do you think of when you hear the term “mental illness?”  Do you think it is only people you see who you think have an obvious mental illness?  Do you think of only certain classes of illness or what you see in the movies?  Do you think it certainly can’t be me?  Do you think that certainly a person of faith will not have a mental illness?  This is just the surface of the stereotypes and stigma that goes along with mental illness.  It is often hard to acknowledge that help is needed, but that is the first and critical step on the road to recovery.

There are many reports of arrests and mistreatment of those who have called for help due to an exacerbation of symptoms of mental illness and the end result is prison or death.  The criminalization of the mentally ill must stop.


Many members of society charged with a crime suffer from mental illness and in spite of the views of many members of society, the United States Constitution states people charged with a crime, whether a minor offense or a major criminal act must still be afforded their basic human rights. According to the American Civil Liberties Union those rights include:

  • The right to adequate medical and mental health care,
  • The right to informed consent to treatment
  • The right to have regular and timely access to medical and mental health staff that is culturally competent and qualified to provide adequate treatment and supervision.
  • The right to be free from corporal punishment, chemical restraints, and sexual abuse or coercion.
  • The right to an individualized written treatment plan periodically reviewed and revised based on the prisoner’s needs
Far too many prisoners are held in deplorable conditions and treated less than human.
For mental health treatment to be successful within the prison population these and all other rights must be adhered to, decriminalization of mental health must continue to be advocated for.  Prison diversion programs are designed to prevent the incarceration of mentally ill offenders and to promote their transition into an appropriate community-based treatment.  Here the limitations of public policy and legislative actions hinder diversion programs’ success.

Realizing the availability of mental health services in correctional facilities is limited; community advocates continue to seek funding opportunities to build mental health facilities staffed with trained professionals.  For example, the Greater Cleveland Congregations (GCC) has called for a true Community Benefits Agreement with the Q Arena Expansion and part of that proposal calls for (1) a Community Equity Fund for distressed neighborhoods for jobs, youth and capital projects (2) two Mental Health Substance Abuse Crisis Centers on the CLE East and West Side (3) $35M Philanthropic Investment from Rock Ventures CEO and Cavs Owner Dan Gilbert to initially capitalize the fund and initiate the mental health and substance abuse crisis center projects

We continue to fight to eradicate the stigma associated with mental illness, we continue the fight to ensure our communities are equipped with mental health professionals and facilities, we continue the fight to ensure our police force is properly trained in dealing with mental illness.

More people are finding the courage and bravery to come forward and acknowledge that they have a mental health problem; as a result they are often met with the stigma of discrimination and stereotypes whereas it should be met with hope, encouragement, and support.  I urge you during the month of May for Mental Health Awareness Month, to be observant, be accepting, to be an advocate.    

If you know someone with a mental health problem or if you know that it is you in need of a mental health professional, tear down the scaffolding of the shame, fear, and stereotypes and seek the help that is needed.  A few online resources are listed here for you.




Peace,

SharB~TTSD

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Red Dress

Red Dress #1

Yes, the Red Dress, a mainstay as important to me as breathing, has continued to evolve symbolically throughout my life.  Red has always been my favorite color and it seems there is always a Red Dress in my wardrobe.  As my relationship with my husband grew, the Red Dress became a symbol of our love beginning in December of 1986 when I wore the Red Dress my husband had recently purchased to his military function. Ahhh...the memories...we were a stunning couple that day. September 1987 our daughter was born.

Red Dress#2
Go Red for Women is a social initiative implemented to raise awareness and empower women to strive to be heart healthy.  In 2003, the Red Dress became the symbol for women to raise awareness and dispel the myths that heart disease is an old man disease.  In fact, heart disease and stroke is the number one killer of women, claiming nearly 500,000 American women each year.

Losing my mother to heart disease in 1983 started me on a lifelong journey of heart health awareness.  That journey; however, took a drastic turn on November 8, 2016 when I was diagnosed with coronary artery disease, thus giving the Red Dress even more significant meaning in my life.

The Red Dress not only symbolizes love but it now symbolizes the criticality of my own heart health and I now strive even harder to share the love, to guard and protect my heart, and make healthy heart choices.  I admonish you to do the same. 

I hope that by sharing this brief account of the Red Dresses in my life, you are encouraged to 'tear down the scaffolding' of life, love and of the myths and misconceptions of women’s heart health.  Live your life to the fullest, love deeply, and be heart healthy.



SharB~TTSD

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Readers are Leaders

It was my plan to present these book highlights right at the end of February; however life happens and once again I am able to knock down the scaffolding of procrastination and share this blog post with you.  It is never too late to discuss a good book and encourage reading.  As an avid reader, I chose to focus on African American authors in February.  Two titles I completed in February and highly recommend are, The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man by James Weldon Johnson and Men We Reaped: a Memoir, by Jesmyn Ward.

 In The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man, James Weldon Johnson poignantly narrates the story of a young man born to a Black mother and White father; however, it was not until the age of 9 during a spelling contest at school that he discovers the color difference between himself and the other students in the class. Born in a little town of Georgia a few years after the close of the Civil War, the narrator portrays a boy who traveled with his mother from Georgia to New York then finally settled in Connecticut. 

Watching and listening to his mother play the piano inspired him to start playing. It was during those nights by the piano followed by rocking in his mother's lap by the fireplace coupled with the teaching she provided that built the foundation for him becoming an accomplished pianist.

His father, though absent, continued to provide for the young man and his mother affording them a middle-class lifestyle, which was rare in the Black community.  Returning to the south, he experienced various aspects of Black culture, which led to his decision to live as an “ex-colored man.”  The underlying theme of this book is the portrayal of this young man’s experiences of having a Black mother and White father and to live his life able to “pass” for white.

This book, although fiction, speaks very plainly regarding race and discrimination during the Harlem Renaissance era.  The reader will still find many parallels to the 20th century.

In Men We Reaped: a Memoir, Jesmyn Ward shares her heart-rending story of living life with the loss of five young men in her life including her brother. Jesmyn says that she wrote this memoir to share with us the plight of the young Black men in her life and community, and how they had been prey to drug addiction, racism, broken family relationships, and much more.

Jesmyn writes about the school administration neglecting the needs of the Black male, which in turn leads to them being labeled as troublemakers, seemingly benign neglect that turned malignant leading to a thick paper trail of imagined or real discipline offenses. Once the paper trail grew thick enough, students who endangered the blue-ribbon rating were summarily kicked out.

As Jesmyn repeatedly endured tragedy after tragedy, her own perceptions and life experiences seemed to spiral downward.  As she drove aimlessly one night attempting to drown her grief, she wonders if “they were courting death, if not, why did he keep following us, insistently, persistently, pulling us to him one by one?” (p. 130).

The history of Black people…we've come a long way right...or have we? Through slavery our ancestors fought hoping to pave a better life for their children and their children's children. The migration north helped many realize a certain amount of progress but the struggle for equality continued. Stop and reflect for a moment, hundreds of years have passed yet the struggle remains. Is equality real for all? Are the hungry fed? Regrettably the answer is a resounding no. We have excelled yet we have fallen way short. We must raise our sense of urgency. Please do not wait for tragedy to strike your house before you say or do something.

I hope this encourages you to read, read, read and grasp all the education you can and to share your knowledge and experiences.

I further encourage you to view the Women’s March website where a list of books, films, and articles are listed to further our commitment to learning our history and share our collective knowledge to effect change.



SharB~TTSD

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

31...




I want to be numb, but I feel it
I want to be deaf, but I hear it
I want to be blind, but I see it
The sights and sounds of this world can be overwhelming.
Thankfully I am neither numb, nor deaf, nor blind.
For if I was numb, I wouldn't feel your hand in mine
If I was deaf, I wouldn't hear your whispers of love in my ear
If I was blind, I wouldn't see the twinkle in your eyes.
Ours is rare
Ours is unique
Ours has transcended all boundaries
This love is one of a kind.
The world’s attempts to overshadow us are fruitless
We are constant, our love endures.
31 years ago today, I met Levi.  I love you my husband.




SharB