Hands of Strong Woman

The hands that folded at night to pray
Were the hands that were used to protect her mother each day
The hands that were used to prepare them food
Were the hands that were constantly tortured and abused
The hands that folded at noon to pray
Were the hands that played in the the deep red clay
The hands that pushed him, shoved, and scratched
Were the hands that patted each sibling on the back
The hands the folded at morning to pray
Were the hands she used to reach out and yell, "mama can i stay"Her hands had so many jobs to do
Her hands even helped her get ahead in school
Her hands, her hands oh they loved to pray
A mighty women with strongs hands she never once lost her Faith

Dedicated to my Mama...I love you

Facing a Day After a Hard Prayer

So I prayed all the way to work this morning. It took me about 20 minutes to get there. I had a trying time in my sleep so I knew that I needed to start my day off with Prayer to the all mighty God. As soon as I got to school I was already feeling 100% better. Talking about the power of prayer. Well me and my bestie decide to be nice and go get breakfast for the work crew and BAM! The mean laws follow me and give me a stinking ticket. 'WHAT DO YOU DO' Well life hits you in crazy ways at times and it is when you least expect it...I was hurt when the man wrote me the ticket because

I was totally honest

to him and he was just trying to meet his quota for the month and guess who was part of that quota? Yep! you guessed right I was....Jess Me. I cried and played the whoa it's me role and then I had to pick up myself and realize that the Devil thought he was going to take me down because of the power prayer I had with my master... But guess what... I am still going and he can not let me down.... Get thee behind me Satan... I wont let you tempt me...