I just made it 6 months and still waiting for it to get easier after the loss of my beloved husband. I still cry, have anxiety attacks, feel like I may fail for a few moments, miss his strong voice and bear hugs, but through it all, I still believe that one day our broken hearts will be healed. He filled our home and there was nothing we felt we couldn’t accomplish. Every time I see an ambulance I go back to that day and begin praying for a good outcome for the person being carried away.
But here’s the thing that keeps me going…..I trust the Most High with all my being, and I know He has the big picture. He does everything intentionally and he is faithful. My Beloved Mykael gave his life, literally and selflessly served so that I and his children and many others would benefit from living in the Land of Promise and each day is another chance to get it right. So when you begin to become doubtful whether you’re grieving, afraid or just doubting yourself, please know that all you have to do is, “Just don’t quit”, as he would say to me all the time.
Hope this song inspires someone to keep going and moving despite what you see before you…….isn’t that what FAITH is?
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A repost that I was amazed was still so timely! A short poem from yours truly illustrating how in my imagination the Father may define LOVE as it pertains to His relationship with us. Do you love me enough toR…
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. My family has suffered a great loss in that my husband passed away suddenly a few months ago. I pray that this brings someone else some comfort in knowing you are not alone in losing a loved one. I pour out my feelings often on paper to help to deal with the pain, but what I realize is that even in tragedy, there is a blessing. I hug my children more and tighter. We tell each other “I love you” a lot more as well. My faith has been made stronger…….I call it, “Collateral Faith. It’s the strengthening of faith that comes out of a tragic and sudden loss such as this. It’s giving into The Heavenly Father’s will and knowing that he knows and sees all, for He is truly perfect. Rest in Power our Beloved and we will only say so long for now.
“Collateral Faith” by Monica Terry, dedicated to the late Mykael Terry
Woke up the same as any day, rushed out the door and we said our goodbyes and even, “I’ll check in with you later”.
But shortly after a few short texts to one another back and forth that morning, at the check-in time, still no indicator,
That something was going very wrong
That text or phone call never happened. Although I thought it strange and out of our routine,
I dismissed it away as “He must have gotten busy or tied up with something”. unforeseen
But something was going very wrong
An urgent request to come and see what befell him ripped me from dreamlife to nightmare
What are you telling me, stop, don’t want to hear this news, impossible to accept and bear
And something went horribly wrong
You see he left us so swiftly that day that even now reality is still settling in
My best friend, husband, teacher, children’s father and plenty more he had been
For him, we will always long
But to see the collateral faith that has been gifted from his sudden transition
That faith that is made stronger after our tragedy, making clear to us his mission
Make those he touched exceedingly strong
You made us all wake up, level up and believe with our whole hearts in His Word
We will remember him always, Our Beloved Mykael-M70; your story will always be heard
As a family and community, we know that we must continue to live to ensure that the work that he put in for our Heavenly Father does not stop with Mykael. We show our faith by continuing. This was a huge blow to my family, our community, and family and friends abroad, but the faith that comes by seeing how The Most High has kept us and knowing He will continue to keep us makes us grateful for every day. It’s the hardest thing we’ve ever faced in our lives as a family. Mykael was such a great father, husband, brother, friend, son and teacher. We will remember him always. I would like to leave with you all this song that I often play in the morning while starting my day. It reminds me of Mykael who gave his all. For those that grieve from the departure of a loved one, you are not alone. My best advice is to find those that you can share your story with and let your loved one’s story be heard; let their memory live on in you and be strong and of courage. The pain never goes away but it does get better.
Truthfully, I know the responses that Africans, Blacks, African Americans receive when we bring light to our past and present of being terrorized throughout history…..such sayings as, “That was a long time ago”, or “Slavery is over, you must get over it, besides that, no one in this generation dealt the terror or received it”. This is exactly why I felt compelled to write this post.
I choose to remember my African history because after all, we are approaching that short month in which historian Carter G. Woodson and the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History announced the second week of February to be “Negro History Week”. This became a precursor to Black History Month in America which began in 1976, and since then, every U.S. president has officially designated the month of February as Black History Month.
Many ask, “Why do Blacks need a month for their history”. How about this…..our history is rarely taught in the public school system and if it is, there are so many deletions and changes made to it that it would be unrecognizable to our ancestors. Let’s just look at the term “Black History” itself. It doesn’t tell anyone where we are from, it’s just a color. We have been called everything throughout the centuries except for what we truly are, “African”. So I leave you with these thoughts to ponder and if you would choose to educate others, no matter what their heritage that the holocaust of Africans worldwide is in full effect, even till this day. Just know that this is blood spilled on American soil and doesn’t even begin to touch the holocaust that occurred in world history or before the Atlantic Slave Trade, surpassing all death tolls of any nation of people ever reported.
East St. Louis Massecre July 1917
Red Summer Massecre (including Elaine, Arkansas) 1919
Black Wall Street Tulsa Murders (Greenwood) May 1921
Tuskeegee Syphilis Experiment 1932-1972
16th Street Baptist Church Bombing September 1963
Hurricane Katrina Deaths from little or no government response and displacement of children from families- 2005
Flint, Michigan Deaths and Chronic Illnesses from Water Pollution (2012-present)- most victims predominately African American
Charleston Church Shooting June 17, 2015
Unfortunately, since it’s inception, the United States of America has perpetuated a holocaust and the death toll of my people continually rises, while we hear, “Get over it” .
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I remember being awakened on a warm Summer’s Eve to soft strokes at the foot of my Mountain Kilimanjaro and whispers at the banks of my Niger, Nile and Zambezi Rivers.
The voices and the movements were unfamiliar to me. This was another people. Something different about the way they touched me and spoke about me. I heard them speaking about how they would pry out of me my precious minerals and jewels.
Who were these? They did not belong to me. They were not the ones that had taken care of me for centuries nor had an understanding of what I gave back to them in return.
As time went on, their softness turned to harshness as they touched me; it went from caressing to groping at my mountains for my precious minerals, platinum, uranium and iron. They bore so deep, ripping from me the gold and ravaging at my rich soil in search of my rich black oil. Often I would smell the alcohol on their breath.
I wanted to yell STOP! But instead I tried to violently react with a sudden volcanic eruption that sent the newcomers scattering for safe ground. But after the ash settled, they still came back. It still wasn’t enough to make them leave.
I tried to deprive them various times of water with my occasional droughts, for I knew those that took care of me would know what to do. They could survive and adapt unlike the newcomers. But it still wasn’t enough to make them leave. Greed will make one madly blind.
They produced mining industries and forcibly took my beautiful diamonds, selling them to the highest bidders and forcing those that took care of me to grope and hack away in filthy conditions at gun point until they dropped dead. 100 million carats, and still…it wasn’t enough for them to leave.
Eventually the ones that took care of me began to disappear. Many times, I saw them carted off in ships. The times I dared to watch their fate, I saw them looking at me as if for the last time. I mourned with them, for now my fate awaited me to be plundered all alone by the rapists with grubby hands.
After such disparity in socio-economic status, the ones that were left began to be indifferent to me. They had been hardened and turned cold by the criminality of my stolen wealth. My borders no longer provided them with what they needed…..protection. They have tried in the past to revive my damaged areas, but the newcomers killed them.
The newcomers even divided me up into pieces and shared me with others that lust for my riches. Once my rivers flowed freely from north to south and my mountains and valleys could be inhabited with no care or disputes. There was even blood shed on my soil that I sorrowfully soaked up. And it still was not enough to make it stop.
But now a new day has come. I see the seeds of the ones that were kidnapped and taken away from me and they are strong. They are fiercely growing into seedlings that sprout bigger into hardened trees with resilient bark. They are saying NO MORE to my rape and my exploitation! They are saying ENOUGH!
They are being heard all over the world, crying out for me, for them, for the wrongs that have been done to be addressed. I see hope of my people returning to take care of me as in centuries past, and I will once again be a shelter for them.
I see that I need not be ashamed for being forced upon and defiled, for I was a victim of unthinkable crimes against me and my caretakers. And finally, I am not alone in saying “ENOUGH”!
Just a quick update and thank you to all who have helped us in the process of trying to raise funds for our Stars of Heaven & Lion Cubs Dance Troupe!
First of all, THANK YOU from the bottom of our hearts if you gave, shared the news, gave words of encouragement or any support to help us on our journey! We are super excited to report that we have raised enough to obtain material for costumes and our Dance Troupe T-shirts. We are still in need of the other items but we are so grateful for what we have received.
Our initial performance goal is to perform for those in need of cheering up and inspiration such as children in orphanages or hospitals and adults in hospitals and nursing homes living with chronic illnesses or medical hardships. What better way to teach children how to serve others with the talents given to us by our Heavenly Father? Thank you for whatever is put on your heart to give! For those donating $25 or more and would like to receive a special gift, an inspirational book entitled, “Jewel”, by Dr. S’rah Yisrael, please click the donate button and follow the instructions below.
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I wanted to share an amazing story with you about a woman struck by sudden tragedy, responding with enormous courage, her method of healing and finally her triumph over her illness. My guest artist is not a musician, poet or a dancer but is extremely creative and an inspiration to anyone who has been the victim of a debilitating illness. She is also an inspiration for those who make excuses that something simply can’t be done. Please take a few minutes to read about how she turned a loss that could’ve ended a craft that she enjoys, into beauty, despite her challenges.
Hi, my name is Brenda Dunams and before I had a stroke I was an artist of sorts. I enjoyed making everything with my hands from crocheting and sewing to jewelry making, handmade clocks and wall hangings.
After my stroke, I knew my life had changed forever. Accepting this harsh fact, I worried about how I could become an artist again.
At that time my daughter was pregnant and was concerned about how I was going to at least hold my grand baby. I was offered an opportunity to receive rehab while recuperating in the hospital. There, my occupational therapist asked what I did. When I told her one of the things I did was crochet, she said, “I can show you how to do it with one hand.” My inspiration was a bird and it’s beak. I thought, if a bird can make a nest with a beak, what could I do with one hand, right?
Well, I was able to walk up out of rehab, and had the strength to hold my newborn grand daughter. Slowly, I relearned how to crochet. I’ve found other ways to do my crafts. These are a few things I’ve done.
All of the above and below items are handcrafted by Brenda and inspired from nature.
Just goes to show that where there’s a will there’s a way. I hope by sharing Brenda’s story that it is an inspiration for all of us to put forth our very best and to be grateful for every day that we have to share our talents with others. Also to be courageous in the face of tragedy and know that we can overcome with a lot of determination and most of all our Heavenly Father and Creator of all of the Heavens, Earth and all that are within.
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An update on what’s new with Beloved One Performing Group in Israel
We are a unique performing arts group in Israel specializing in poetry, song, and dance. We combine our individual talents to create a body of work telling stories of hope, love, unity, and freedom through spoken word, music, and dance. Our source of our talents is most definitely the Heavenly Father, all praises to Him!!! Take a look at what we do when we come together.
Beloved One is a performance group featuring Akilah Mosley “Lay”(far right), Nikia Browne“Nakiyah” (center) and yours truly, Monica Terry“Taptutor” (far left). We’ve performed our trio act of Poetry, Song and Dance for The Association of Civil Rights in Israel (ACRI) which was hosted by the daughters of Adinah Dorfman (Elana & Aviva Dorfman), in Tel Aviv at the Levontin7 Club for a fund raiser event to give awareness and a place of safety to abused women, Bar Ilan University for a memorial and various occasions in our community. Although each of us has our own endeavors and performances outside of Beloved One, it’s a blessing to come together in unity to magnify the name of the Heavenly Father who gave us our talents.