"And it shall come to pass afterward that I will pour out My spirit on all flesh; Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions." Joel 2:28

Saturday, February 26, 2011


So, while I was working on the The Unsacred Gift and doing some clean up on grammar and what not. I came up with a few ideas. The wired thing about it is that I had no intentions of writing at all. I wanted to be a famous singer and go on tour. Though I can't sing a lick,  I just knew I was going to be Beyonce before she came out. Instead I decide to give my life over to Christ and let Him lead the way. I have found that if you focus your attention on Godly things He will bless you with earthly things. It is such a blessing to be able to reach out and tell others about what God had done in my life.

Thank You & God Bless

The Unsacred Gift March 2011 (Amazon Kindle)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Coming Soon to Amazon Kindle

There are so many things that I have done in my 26 years, but the one that I am most proud of is writing this book. So many people asked what made me write this book, and I have stated in the previous post...she just started talking to me. I told my mom people are going to think I am crazy when I tell them that she kept talking and never stop. She though about it and said, "Yes, I think your right. They are going to think your crazy," and continued washing dishes. Uhmm! she was suppose to say "No honey they won't think your crazy."

Some support system.

Well anyways, the book will be available on Amazon Kindle either on or after February 26, 2011.

Hope everyone likes it!!!


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

How The Unsacred Gift Started

One day this girl started talking to me. I didn't know who she was, so I tried to ignore her. She kept talking about her gift. I just sat at my desk, and paid her no mind. Maybe she was talking to my co-worker, I though. So, I continue to do my work.

Then she whispered. "Some might say what I have is a gift...I say, I want to return it," she said.

"Why do you want to return it?" I asked her.

"Because it’s an unsacred gift," she said in a low tone.

"Why is it so unsacred?" I asked wanting to know more. She looked at me dead in my face, and I saw tears of blood running down her cheeks. I didn't know if I should call the ambulance or the psych ward for this young lady. She looked about 22 with long black hair, full lips, and had the weirdest eyes. They were shaped like almonds. She had dark circles under her eyes like she have not slept in days. She looked down at my oak desk like she was too ashamed to tell me what was so unsacred about her gift. She finally looked back at me and said, “I have visions of dead people.”

I was stuck in my chair and I could not move. Who was this girl? And why was she talking to me? I didn't know what to make of this, so I wrote down everything she told me about The Unsacred Gift.