As a parent of 4 boy's starting our morning comes nothing short of exciting. The wife who's also a certified massage therapist would bring me from my sleep with the fresh aroma of white sage drifting throughout the house. Politely beating, the sax from the jazz plays, then comes another known aroma,'Aunt Jemima pancakes and moringa coffee' bubbling in the coffee maker. My eldest son on his job...done released the hounds, only to add further beauty to the sun rise on the patio. After brushing that dog out my mouth, I focused in on making the oatmeal. Utilizing NON GMO oats, added to a pot of boiling water with just a touch of salt, I continued to stir while implementing the peanut butter, cinnamon, moringa powder, and melted honey butter to the mixture. Getting it to the point of perfection, bowls are filled and while my little Generals chomp down their breakfast, taste buds fail to relent and/or keep these little dudes mouths closed long enough before they eagerly can express their gratitude toward their mother and me. "Thanks mom, the pancakes are bomb, the oatmeal is too dad, we love the peanut butter cinnamon taste". These little dudes never cease to strike a nerve and we all know, kids are terrible critics. If something aint right...you getting handed your hat with the chef-bumb-r-d title and banned from the oven for a minute.
At the ripe age of 15 years old, I unfortunately witnessed the aftermath of my brother's crime scene. With the images of brain matter hanging from his acoustic ceiling to the erie feeling of being targeted by satan himself whose only aim is, 'to kill, steel and destroy'. Before this, it was family gatherings, my nieces and nephews all enjoyed the pool, the music and just being around each other on sunday's was a blast. After the day in question, I found myself unable to wholeheartedly trust people anymore. The fear of being tricked, or fooled into being a victim would instantly kick me off into defensive mode.
Then again, being angry with GOD only fueled future misunderstandings. Once I got tired from the lack of understanding, the scriptures and the knowledge of my self was unleashed while I began a 14 year prison sentence for a drug conviction. I was given a little hand held bible that would lead me to a full size King James version later. As I read, I also studied my surrounding convicts who may be killers like my brother's murderer. Although still angry with GOD, I hated satan and his evil ways, therefore my position as a soldier in the body of Christ sustained my fleshly man to continue to study and at ease till the appropriate situation arises. I often found myself unraveling and or attempting to prevent hypothetical situations before they happened.
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