“Angels”

Hello Overcomers!

It’s been a while, but this year has been…well, you know. I haven’t forgotten about the Hall of Fame series. I have a few more people I want to present. 

For today, I want to present an excerpt from my book, Texts from an Angel. I decided to do this one because, with the way things are going now, I want to go in a closet and hide until about 2022. I hope you enjoy this story. You can pick up Texts from an Angel on Amazon either in kindle or paperback. Enjoy!

Angel of Peace

Bryan shivered in the corner of his closet. He hated coming home from school in the afternoons to an empty house. It would be hours before his mother made it home. Even longer before his brothers, which was fine by him. If they knew how he spent his evenings, they would tease him mercilessly.

Bryan set the alarm as soon as he walked in the door; he always felt like, at any moment, someone or something would jump out and attack him. To make matters worse, every sound the house made while settling (though he didn’t know that) made him even more anxious.

He knew no one was in there, but he had a routine. After making sure the alarm was set, Bryan double-checked the locks. Then he would go around, check every place with a door – including cabinets and closets. Once he finished that, he would use the restroom, with the door open, wash his hands, grab a snack from the fridge, then retreat to his closet.

Today felt weird to Bryan. Something was off; it was like he was feeling anxious yet peaceful as if something big were about to happen. This was a new feeling for him. Being the shortest in his sixth-grade class, he was teased often. He also spoke with a slight stutter which only manifested when he was nervous. He didn’t have any friends, and truthfully, it hurt. He wanted nothing more than to have at least one friend. Someone he could play basketball and possibly baseball with. But he was awkward, at least to them.

Bryan thought he was making a good friend last year, in the fifth grade. Shawn was a guy he’d known since kindergarten and lived a couple of streets over. But because he enjoyed baseball, he joined the other guys on the block in teasing Bryan about it. They told him black boys didn’t play baseball. Bryan figured he was better off; apparently, they didn’t know the sport or read, for that matter.

Bryan decided to take another peek in each bedroom. He didn’t understand what he was feeling. Maybe someone was peeking through a window? It felt like someone was watching him. He felt a warm breeze flow past his cheek. He looked up. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt a presence. What the heck?

He began to think. For some reason, he began to remember going to church with his grandmother this past Sunday. He enjoyed going to his Mama Doll’s house. He went as often as possible. She was loving and funny. He laughed a lot with her. His mother was fun as well, she just had to work a lot of hours to make ends meet. Whatever that means. What ends is she trying to meet?

Mama Doll said she was too young and too fly to for him to call her grandma, so Mama Doll it was. He had lots of fun when he stayed weekends with her. Although he had chores like raking leaves, washing baseboards, sweeping the porch, and sidewalk he ate extremely well over the weekends he spent with her.

Three square meals a day at Mama Doll’s house was rewarding enough for his hard work, so he worked without complaining. Besides, he felt all the heavy lifting would eventually produce the muscles he desperately wanted to have.

Because of his mother’s work schedule, they didn’t frequent church much. It was on the weekends when he stayed with Mama Doll that he went to church. The last few times he went, they talked about angels. They told them about the angel that visited Mary. They told them about the angel that spoke to Daniel, who passed out when the angel Gabriel talked to him. They told them about the angels that ministered to Jesus while in the wilderness. The funniest story to him was about the angels going to see Abraham and Sarah to announce the fact that Sarah would have a son within a year. A couple of old people having a baby? “Eww,” he said.

He had been thinking about this as he sat in his closet. This past week, he had a question for Mrs. Hicks, the Sunday school teacher.

“Mrs. Hicks,” he said, treading lightly. He knew his question could be misconstrued as rude, but he wanted to understand the things she was telling them. Since he didn’t come to church much, Bryan knew he wanted to believe and wanted to ask questions to understand. “I don’t want to be disrespectful, and I know my question may be weird, but why does God need angels? He’s the almighty, powerful God. He created the whole world with His words. Why does He need assistants?”

Mrs. Hicks laughed. She didn’t tell him, but she enjoyed his inquisitiveness. She said, “Oh, Bryan, that’s easy. God is a family man. He doesn’t need them; He wants them. Life is more fun with family, don’t you think?”

Bryan thought about that. What would his life be like if he had an angel as a friend? That would be way cool.

“Finally! It’s about time you engaged me!”

“What!” Bryan shrieked. “Who are you?”

“I’m Mike, dude. What’s up? I’ve been waiting for you to want me here so I wouldn’t scare you too bad. Looks like I did it anyway, huh?”

“You’re an angel? Angels wear baseball hats?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

“Well … yeah,” Bryan couldn’t seem to get his words together.

“Hey, I’m sorry to scare you. I’ve been hanging out here for weeks, watching over you. Hoping you’d feel peace. I know you don’t like being here by yourself. But Chief doesn’t want you to be afraid. He wants you to have fun and enjoy life. You don’t seem to be doing much of that lately. Why?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have any friends. Am I really talking to an angel right now? Can anyone else see you? I’m not going nuts, am I?” Bryan asked in a rush. He didn’t want anyone to come home and catch him “talking to himself.” He would never live that down. Furthermore, he said all of that without stuttering!

“Whoa, one question at a time, okay? Yes, you’re talking to an angel.” Mike said with a boisterous laugh. “No, one can see me. However, Mama Doll knows I’m here with you although she can’t see me. Some people can see me, while others can sense me. Either way, it’s okay. The knowledge that Chief cares enough to send us around is comfort enough for most people. No, you’re not nuts.”

Bryan heaved a big sigh of relief. “What now? What do I do?”

“Nothing just be confident in who you are. Chief has special plans …”

“Who’s Chief?”

“Well, God, of course!”

“You call God Chief? That’s cool!”

“Yeah, He’s cool. As I was saying, Chief has special plans for your life. Stick with us. I can’t promise you everything will be easy, but Chief and I will be here for you every step of the way. I can’t tell you everything, but I will say you will make a friend soon. You will be BFFs, as humans like to say, for many years to come. You should know I am mostly here because of Mama Doll. She prays for you every day. She knows Chief has great plans for you.”

“Wow.” Bryan was speechless. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Let Chief know you’re thankful and do your best to make Him proud, though you should know that He already is. “

Tears welled up in Bryan’s eyes. At that moment, he heard keys in the door, then his mom yelling, “Bryan, I’m home! Where are you?”

Mike shushed him, “Don’t tell her yet; we’ll talk later.”

Gathering himself, Bryan ran out to meet his mother. “Hey, Mom! You got home early tonight! Awesome!”

“Boy!” she said. “It’s eight o’clock. I’m late. What have you been up to that you didn’t notice the time?” Bryan was usually upset if she was a minute past seven-thirty.

Mike gave him a salute then held his finger up to his lips.

“I was in my room playing, Mom. I promise.”

“All right, help me get these groceries out the car. I’m hungry.”


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You can pick up Texts from an Angel on Amazon.

 

The Life of An Overcomer Presents: Melinda Michelle

“Keep saying yes to everything He puts in front of you. He’s leading you to it. One step at a time.” Melinda Michelle

img_0997Melinda Michelle is a Florida native – born in Jacksonville, raised in Sanford and currently resides in Tallahassee. Tallahassee became her home when she graduated from the renowned HBCU, Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University, with a Bachelor of Science in Accounting. Shortly after the completion of her bachelor’s, Melinda received an MBA with a concentration in Finance and Accounting from American Intercontinental University. After enjoying a career in business for a decade, she stepped out on faith to fulfill the purpose inside of her – writing.

Melinda Michelle is the author of eighteen published works. Her titles include both fiction and nonfiction. Although the genres vary, spiritual warfare is her signature subject. She remains true to a theme in all her books – the love and power of the Almighty God. Her work has won awards and brought her before many audiences as a speaker. She has served as a panelist, keynote speaker and conference orator tackling the subject of spiritual warfare for women’s groups, prisons and churches. Her publishing company, Global Multi Media Enterprises, currently has ten authors with over thirty published works. She hopes to expand her company’s reach and catalog in the coming year.

Didn’t that intro sound nice? Now…

Turn with me to the fourth chapter of Pettilations, verse seventeen. Our own Apostle Melinda Michelle says: “be ye ready for the foolery and twists…” (You’ll find out later.) By her own admission, Melinda Michelle is P.E.T.T.Y. How, you say? She taunts us with snippets of scenes in her books in our FB group. She writes scenes so good, I’ve literally stopped and prayed for imaginary people. Her characters preach the word so well, I’ll either be shouting, crying or both. The woman will tell us “I’m in the writing cave, y’all. They getting on my nerves!” We’re all on the edge of our seats like: 😲. Wait what happened? -Silence- Laaaawd!!!!!! Just Petty.😂img_1001

I learned about Melinda Michelle Christmas 2017. Immediately I purchased the first book of the Chronicles of Warfare series. I was ready to dive in until I read the description and the first few pages. I shut my phone down! Do You hear me? I shut it down. Nah, fam, I ain’t ready to pick up what this lady is putting down. It took me one year to come back to that book. In a matter of a couple of months, I was caught up on the series and waiting for the next installment.

Let me tell you something: You got to have on the whole armor of God reading this series, or any of Michelle’s writings for that matter. She will challenge everything you know. Don’t get it twisted children, this is real and although these books are fiction, much of it comes from personal experience. And please, please, please, do your research as you read, you’ll find out she’s not lying about anything. I’m talking demons and angels. Michael and Gabriel. God is talking. The saints are listening – well, some of them. The devil and all his little raggedy friends are after their purpose. Sounds like life right? Yeah.

I had the distinct pleasure of having a meal with Melinda several months ago, and I was floored by the woman she is. Just a side note, I’m okay with not being the sharpest crayon in the box, but I’m smart enough to know when I’m in the presence of greatness, I close my lips and open my ears. When the opportunity presents itself for me to speak, I do my best to make sure I ask legit questions. Not “what’s your favorite color” questions. Nah, tell me the secret to… 

Speaking with Melinda was so refreshing. I tried to come up with a better word, but I can’t think of one. Though younger than me, I felt as if I was sitting at the feet of an elder. Now don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t act like an elder, but the words she speaks are laced with wisdom.

Michelle oozes confidence. Michelle knows who she is, which baffled me at first. I took note and planted the seed in my confidence (faith) garden, and I’m watching it grow. She talks about her relationship with God as if He’s her homie – in the most respectful way possible. I know that might seem a little too much for y’all, but guess what? Oh well. We not talking religion, we talking about relationship with God. img_1009

Okay, okay. Let’s get into this interview:

Me: Tell me about yourself.

Melinda:  I am silly, fun, and adventurous. I believe that being a Christian shouldn’t limit life, but enhance it.

We should embrace life abundantly. My Mother was the first Christian I encountered and she is fun. I enjoy laughing and taking risks.

I am result-oriented. If it’s not yielding results, I’m not doing it. Really, like, it’s above me now and I will leave you in the hand of the Lord. 

If God said to do it, I do it. I try and argue sometimes, well a lot of times, but I do it.

“There’s safety in obedience to God.”
Melinda Michelle

My favorite question to ask people when things happen, whether good or bad is, “Where was God?” We should always look for God in every situation. I am optimistic. I always look for God.

I love movies and good food. I love to travel. Not for the purpose of traveling, but for the food. I love Philadelphia for the Philly cheesesteak. The rest of the world is doing it wrong. The New York cheesecake is simply divine, and Popeyes is better in NOLA (New Orleans). 

img_1015I’m also petty. My readers know. (There’s nothing else to do with that statement but laugh.) 

Me: What does being an overcomer mean to you?

Melinda: At first thought, surviving adversity. A person looks at the situation, sees it for what it is, acknowledges it, but doesn’t accept it, choosing to see something different. Pressing to better and greater in order to get to the other side.

Me: What have you Overcome?

Melinda: God’s process. (whoa.)

I was once working on a job where I was not being paid what I was worth. I had to remember why God put me there and trust His promise. Later, I had to trust His process when He told me to leave full-time employment, all the while knowing I am a woman holding degrees and sufficiently employable. 

Now, eighteen books later…. I realize His process is to build ministry.

I had to overcome myself in order to be who He called me to be. Overcoming fear.

I write about spiritual warfare and experience attacks all the time. I’ve had to gain confidence in God as my protector. Confidence in being honest with God when I’m overwhelmed. I have overcome every obstacle in my way to get to the path God called me to. img_1056

Me: I remember you telling me that you stay in your lane. You know your assignment, and you work it accordingly. Tell me about that?

Melinda: My assignment is to help people understand the spirit world and to teach them how to fight. War strategy is found in the word. I am a spiritual warfare strategist. God gives me wisdom in this. As we know, All warfare is based on deception. The book of Joshua embodies a lot of strategies. 

People would ask me for advice, not realizing the advice I gave is in the scripture. There are too many Christians who don’t read their bible. What’s the point of being a Christian if you’re going to half do it? (Hey, I didn’t say it. Just say ouch and keep moving.) The word works if you use it correctly. The key is, whatever your faith can connect to, use it. (Hold on to your socks children, this is about to be really good.)

“God will protect His investment.” 
Melinda Michelle

For example, I was living in this house in my twenties. For some reason, I kept getting lumps in my breasts. Speaking with my mom, we began to quote healing scriptures. For some reason, they didn’t resonate with me. One day, my mom called. She said, “I have the scripture for you.” Mom began to quote Ephesians 6:1-3. She told me I was an obedient child, and based on this scripture, God promised a long life. My heart and my spirit clung to that scripture! I believed it. I felt it. So much so, until months later, I was in an eight am service and the preacher called me up to tell me that God was going to heal me of a health issue. I was so invested in the scripture, I had resolved in my heart my healing was imminent. Therefore, I gave him a strange look because I didn’t know what he was talking about. It took me a minute to remember what he was speaking about. He prayed for me during the eight am service, and by the time the eleven am service started the lump that I had was gone. 

img_1010We have to know the difference between the Red Sea and the Jordan. At the Red Sea, God did the work; at the Jordan, they had to step out. We get to the point in our walk with God where He stops holding our hand. He gives us strategy. The strategies of the Bible may not work in our culture, but we have to ask how to apply it to our lives.

“Find your strategy in the scripture.” 
Melinda Michelle

For examples of this, read her series, The Chronicles of Warfare. You will gain an understanding of what Melinda means when she speaks of strategy and waging warfare from a spiritual perspective. Reading the Chronicles of Warfare series changed my life. It changed the way I pray, and it changed my perspective on many things. For example, Psalms 23. Verse four in KJV says, “ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

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Melinda: I had this picture commissioned of the Angel of Death from my series, The Chronicles of Warfare. @trulyme_lakayra is a brilliant young artist. Bringing the words of my pages to life. #ThisWarIsReal #TeamDeath

I’ve always looked at the “shadow of death” as being the source of fear. Melinda gave me another perspective. The shadow of death is my protector, of whom my enemies should be afraid of.img_0999

I remember speaking to Michelle about faith – trusting God in the unknown. She told me, “Remember God moves in many ways. Just because He moves one way today, you can’t expect Him to move the same way next week. Be open to His various ways of movement. Trust that He’ll never let you down.”

I had one more question for Melinda.

Me: Where do you see yourself in the next two years?

Melinda: Around the country teaching Christians how to fight whether in small groups, prisons, or large groups internationally. Teaching people how to navigate the spiritual world in order to accomplish the assignment.

Chronicles of Warfare Series:

You may find Melinda Michelle:

FB: Melinda Michelle
Website: http://www.melindamichelle21.com/
Amazon Author’s Page: Melinda Michelle
IG: themelindamichelle

 

Overcomer’s Hall of Fame: Happy Thanksgiving 2019!

088a6e99-a83c-42b9-9955-fe315a41b5c9You know me, Nicole Sharon. My friend Margo asked me who was going to interview me for The Overcomer’s Hall of Fame. It would be weird to interview myself so I’ll answer the questions.

The Overcomer’s Hall of Fame is an idea that I’ve been pondering in my mind for a few years. I was reading Hebrews 11, which is known as the Hall of Faith and I wondered, “What if I did this in a modern way?” In October 2019, during a time when I felt my faith level diving especially low, I decided to jump out “in faith” and invite some people on this journey.

I have more “Hall of Famers” coming soon. Stay tuned.

On Being an Overcomer:

5daafda6-8fc8-44f9-9824-818a40970ed7I look at everything in the face that tried to kill me and laugh – including the girl in the mirror. It’s not my first response, but it’s my final response. I made it through! Depression. Anxiety. Self-injury. Suicide. Ha!

Oh, I cried. A lot. I felt shame. I felt condemned. I felt angry. I felt defeated. Once I got through feeling all that, I recognized God’s strength is available to me. I realized I don’t have to lean on my strength at all. I also realized He puts community around me who really love me. It’s been hard for me to fully receive it, but I’m learning.

What have I overcome?

wordswag_1541009195712I’ve been writing this blog since April 2018, and I want to tell you something. This overcoming is one day at a time. Sometimes one hour, one minute, one second…

There’s always something. There’s always an irrational thought to destroy. There’s always a hurdle to, well, overcome. There’s always me. As long as there’s a me, there will be something I need to overcome.

I’m saying this because many times we attribute our issues to external circumstances when I’d venture to say about 97.5% of the problem is ourselves.

Not one person has the ability to stop my greatness but me.

Isn’t that life? Ups and downs? If you’ve ever been to the hospital or seen someone’s heart being monitored on the machine, the up and down marks represent life.

At the bottom of it all, I’ve learned that overcoming is giving myself the same grace I extend to others – forgiving me. That means giving myself permission to heal – no matter what the process looks like. Some days painful, frustrating, or sad. Some days are joyful and calm. Understanding the process. Knowing it’s okay.IMG_20180728_110329_435

I thought I knew how to receive love. This year has taught me to allow people in past the surface level. I didn’t realize how much I’ve learned to hide and isolate. I am learning, really learning, the value of community. Allowing myself to be loved, confronted, encouraged, and prayed for. I found myself asking why? Why are they being so kind to me? Why do they care?

I forgot my own advice: God will not put you on this earth and not give anyone the heart to love you. Somebody on this earth loves you. It’s up to you to allow them.

Overcoming is the process. Healthy decisions. Failures. Wins. Good days. Bad days. Learning from failures. Learning to love who I am. It’s all overcoming.

The suffix “ing” means action or process.
It looks like this:
I overcame.
I am overcoming.
I will overcome.

My Affirmation:

A fall doesn’t equate to failure. It also doesn’t mean I have to start over.

Having said that, my affirmation is that my journey is mine. I am learning to forgive myself quickly and continue my journey. This season is not a life sentence, it’s a part of my journey.

My journey is important. I am learning patience with myself in the journey.

I am learning that I am not a bother to others. I am learning that community is still important. I am learning it’s okay to fall sometimes as long as I resolve to continue on my journey. It’s like running into a McDonald’s in every city on a road trip. It doesn’t mean I went backward; I just ran into the same issue.

This year, I expected to have a great year with no setbacks. I found myself in a very low space and, for the first time in a long time, I considered the alternative. However, God is kind. He reminded me that I have a reason to live and this season will pass.img_0165

Every time I go through this, I learn something different about myself. I also learn more about the grace of God. He’s so longsuffering. I also learn something about the people He places in my life. I can’t imagine what they feel, and I am slowly learning to trust that I am loved and I am worth the investment of their time and prayers.

A bump in the road doesn’t mean stop, it just means slow down. Think, regroup, pray. But you may still proceed.

About 2019:

In 2019, I completed two manuscripts, Texts from an Angel and a devotional, A 7-Day Journey for the Overcomer.

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I took my first professional photo shoot in about thirty years.

I’ve officially launched a business! Business license and everything! Nicole Sharon, LLC: I am a professional writing coach. I offer these services: proofreading, transcription, and administrative support.

Where to find me?

My links are on this site. Feel free to follow.

On IG and Twitter:
@thenicolesharon
Facebook:
The Life of an Overcomer (blog page)
Nicole Sharon, LLC (business page)
Nicole Sharon (personal page)

Here’s a clip from the movie “War Room.” It sums up my year:

This is a tough time of the year for many. I understand. I can’t wait for January. You don’t have to lean on your own strength or try to fight on your own. God is here to help you. Allow your friends to be your strength. My Pastor said to me: “You have family. You no longer have to fight on your own. When you don’t have the strength, allow them to fight for you.”

I’m telling you the same thing. You are loved. You are worth the investment. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you are. Feel free to reach out to me. Let me know how you’re doing. Have a great holiday season!

The Overcomer’s Hall of Fame: Tenishia B. Lester

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Ms. Tenishia Lester!

img_0746Tenishia B. Lester is a Certified Destiny Life Coach/Mentor for individuals who need assistance in finding their purpose in life. Her goal is to become licensed in Marriage and Family Counseling. She is a retired United States Postal Worker, where she served for twenty-three years. She was born and raised in New Jersey but currently resides in Georgia. Tenishia is her mother’s only child and the oldest of her father’s children. She is the proud mother of one son (another preceded her in death) and a grandson.

I felt a connection with Tenishia because our stories are similar. Speaking with Tenishia was a breath of fresh air. Starting off a little shaky which lasted four seconds, Tenishia took a deep breath and dived in like a champion!

Let’s get into the conversation:

Me: Tell me about Tenishia.

Tenishia: I don’t like being lied to or underestimated. I have a big heart. I will give to others, sometimes to my detriment without thinking of the consequences up front. I will help anyone. I’ve always been an introvert, but I’m learning to come out of my shell which began to happen when I joined a tribe at my church. (shout out to ANWA-ATL!)

I am good at leadership. I am trustworthy, compassionate, diligent and detail-oriented. I am serious, but I am also silly. I am tenacious!

img_0749Me: When you hear overcomer, what does that mean to you?

Tenishia: Survivor. No matter what I’ve gone through, I am not what happened to me. No longer seeing my history as shameful, but the ability to see purpose to help someone else. I see strength. Overcoming, for me, means purpose.

Me: Tell me about something you’ve overcome.

Tenishia: Unforgiveness and fear. Although I still have moments of fear, I am not as fearful as I used to be.

Me: How did you work through unforgiveness?

Tenishia: I had to understand that forgiveness is not for the person who committed the acts towards me. I thought it mean you gave them permission to do something else. I would forgive to a degree, but not forget. And that is not what the bible says. I also had to realize that holding on to grudges, and unforgiveness was doing more damage to me than any of the acts they committed against me.

There’s a local ministry in Atlanta that offers courses img_0751focused on healing. Going to these classes gave me a deeper understanding of forgiveness and a deeper understanding of my hurt. Along with that, I learned compassion and to extend the grace I’ve received – the same grace God gives me when I do something wrong.

I also wrote letters to the people I had offense with. I made phone calls, had the hard discussions, offered forgiveness and repented for my part in the situation. This is important, because we mostly remember what was done to us, not taking responsibility for our role in the situation whether great or small.

Me: I can see how walking through this process destroyed a level of fear.

Tenishia: Yes, fear and anxiety rise up because you’re apologizing for something you may or may not have done. I had to apologize or offer forgiveness even when it’s not reciprocated. You’re facing an apology you may never get. You’re calling to say, “I’m sorry for the role I played in this situation.” The chances of the other person apologizing is a 50/50. So, you have to go in not expecting to get an apology and be okay with it.

However, it’s a bonus when you get it!

Me: You recently release a book. Tell me about it.img_0747

Tenishia: My book is called Arrested Development: A Journey to Purpose and Identity. It chronicles my life of having been abused. How I discovered my purpose and identity through the abuse and as God sees me, not as I identified myself.

For anyone who reads this book I want them to know:

  • Just because things happen to you, it doesn’t define your identity.
  • It is possible to go through such egregious things hurts, pains, abuses, and still come out on the upside, knowing who you are or finding who you are. Your identity can be solidified in Christ and you can operate from a healthy place versus a broken place, which is what many of us do for the majority of our lives.

I want to be to others what I didn’t have. I wish when I was growing up there was something like this I could have picked up and referenced. Something that would have let me know it was possible to come out healthier on the other side.

This time next year I see myself coaching, flourishing, more speaking engagements, more products, more healing – as I help others, I receive a deeper level of healing.

img_0752I am a Certified Life Coach & Mentor and speaker. I specialize in walking with those who have endured childhood trauma realize that what happened to them does not define them; Nor does it have to continue to prevent them from moving forward boldly in life. I am the Author of Arrested Development: A Journey to Purpose and Identity. Beyond the Book Media Author of the Year.

Tenishia is launching a Mentoring Program soon.
For more information, you may find Tenishia on:
FB: @Tenishiablesterceo
IG: @tenishiablesterceo
Website: http://www.tenishiablester.com

My Gift to You

img_0243Hello Overcomer!

Whew! What a week, huh? Yeah, I hear you.

Well, as promised, I have a free gift for you. It’s A 7-Day Journey for the Overcomer. Go ahead and download it!

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Love, Hope & Joy

Hello all! I decided today would be a great day to share an excerpt from my book, Texts from an Angel. Enjoy…

Amy was so depressed. She didn’t want to bother her friends. She knew they were busy. However, after being in bed three days, her guardian angel, Hope, was flustered.

“I hate to bust your angelic wings, but what she needs is a little Joy. No pun intended.” Joy quipped.

“Oh dear heaven!” Hope slapped her wings together in frustration. “Here you are again, in my personal business.”

“You don’t have any personal business. This is all God’s business or did you forget? I keep telling you the Joy of the Lord is where strength comes from.”

“And we also know that ‘hope deferred makes the heart sick.’ That’s why I’m here. So go…” While Hope and Joy are arguing, Amy is holding a bottle of pills. She’s sick of it all.

“Ladies! Ladies!” Love steps in. “Stop it. You’re off focus again. Look.” Amy was pouring a glass of water and had several bottles of pills lined up on the counter. Hope and Joy looked at each other. They knew what to do. Before Amy could reach for the first bottle, a strong wind blew through her kitchen and pills and bottles were flying everywhere!

Conveniently, most of the pills flew down the drain. Amy was so stunned with what was going on around her she didn’t hear her doorbell ringing. Her best friend, Keya, was at the door. After ringing the doorbell for several minutes, Keya decided to use her spare key to get in.

Hearing all the commotion, Kenya rushed to the kitchen. “Amy! What’s the matter? I got your text. Why didn’t you tell me you were so depressed? I’m so sorry I haven’t been here.” Amy was still stunned as she looked at her friend.

“You got a text? I turned my phone off three days ago.” Keya showed her a text message that came from her phone. It read, “I love you, sister, but I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”

After a long talk, Keya decided to take Amy home with her until her mother flew into town. Spending time in the nurturing warmth of a mother’s love would help tremendously. She would also seek counseling and formulate a safety plan.

A safety plan is a specific plan you set in place for yourself to ensure your safety whether physical or emotional. The plan usually includes coping mechanism, phone numbers, and maybe personal reminders for you or ways you can distract yourself.  

If you are ever feeling like Amy, please contact either of these numbers:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: Call 1-800-273-8255
Or text: Crisis Text Line: Text RISE to 741741  

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This is an excerpt from my book, Texts from an Angel. You can purchase it at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QC2GD93/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_i_BKGPCbDK92FJ3

For a paper copy, email me at nicolesharonwrites@gmail.com

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