2011 African American Literary Awards Show

2011 African American Literary Awards Show

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September 22, 2011 - The 7th Annual African American Literary Awards Show was a blast. We were honored to be in the presence of Literary Excellence, amongst the likes of Literary Kings and Queens; Carol Mackey, Editor-in-Chief of Black Expressions Book Club, ESSENCE Best Sellers K'Wan, and Pat G'orge Walker, the beautiful Dawn Michelle of Dream Relations, and Torrian Ferguson of Black Literature Magazine. Yvette Hayward of the African American Literary Award Show gave a tearful and heartfelt thanks to all of the attendees and Dr. Michael Eric Dyson was awe-inspiring. We were afforded the wonderful opportunity to rub elbows with the greats, Kimberla Lawson Roby and ReShonda Tate Billingsley, Brenda Jackson was even in the house. A lovely event and an experience we won't soon forget!

Team Work makes the Dream Work. On behalf of all of the Wonderfully-gifted, and amazingly-talented Authors of Peace In The Storm Publishing, THANK YOU for your continued love and support. When we put our pens to pad, we do so with our heart and soul and with only our readers in mind.

We Love You and Thank you for Loving Us enough to make us the 2011 African American Literary Award Show winner for Independent Publisher of the Year and for making our Queen, Lorraine Elzia the Mystery winner for her sophomore effort, Ask Nicely and I Might.

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7th Annual African American Literary Awards Show Nominations Are In!

Here are the nominees for the 7th Annual African American Literary Awards Show. Voting starts Wednesday, July 27, 2011.

Go to www.literaryawardshow.com to vote online on 7/27/11

Congratulations to all of the Kings and Queens who were nominated!


Fiction
Dorothy by LaToya S. Watkins

He Was My Man First - Courtney Parker & Nancey Flowers

No One in the World: A Novel – E. Lynn Harris & RM Johnson

Mama Ruby – Mary Monroe

Money Can’t Buy Love – Connie Briscoe



Self help
How To Get Out Of Your Own Way – Tyrese Gibson

The Strawberry Letter: Real Talk, Real Advice, Because Bitterness Isn't Sexy – Shirley Strawberry

Why Do I Have To Think Like A Man?: How To Think Like A Lady And Still Get The Man – Shanae Hall & Rhonda Frost Priceless Inspirations – Antonia Carter

A Belle in Brooklyn: The Go-to Girl for Advice on Living Your Best Single Life – Demetria Lucas



Biography/Memoir
Ice: A Memoir of Gangster Life and Redemption-from South Central to Hollywood – Ice T

The Big Fight: My Life In and Out of the Ring – Sugar Ray Leonard

Flavor Flav: The Icon The Memoir - Flavor Flav

Love Brought Me Back: A Journey of Loss and Gain – Natalie Cole

Transparent – Don Lemon



Christian Fiction
An Inconvenient Friend by Rhonda McKnight

Right Package, Wrong Baggage by Wanda B. Campbell

The Deal, The Dance & The Devil – Victoria Christopher Murray

Crowning Glory – Pat Simmons

Who Said It Would Be Easy?: A Story of Faith (Zane Presents) – Cheryl Faye



Erotica
Strawberries, Stilettos, and Steam – Imani True & Dreama Skye

Southern Comfort" by Cynnamon Foster and Nina Foxx

Sixty-Nine – Pynk

Smooth Operator – Risque

Nasty – Dr. XYZ



Street Fiction
Justify My Thug – Wahida Clark

My Kinda Girl" by Michael McGrew

The Prada Plan 2 - Ashley Antoinette

Welfare Wifeys: A Hood Rat Novel – K’wan

Memoirs Of An Accidental Hustler – JM Benjamin



Non Fiction
I Shall Not Die: Living A Psalm 118:17 Existence - Kendra Norman Bellamy

Fail Up: 20 Lessons on Building Success from Failure – Tavis Smiley

Black Woman Redefined: Dispelling Myths and Discovering Fulfillment in the Age of Michelle Obama – Sophia Nelson

Peace from Broken Pieces – Iyanla Vanzant

Becoming a Woman of Destiny: Turning Life's Trials into Triumphs! - Dr. Suzan Johnson Cook



Mystery

Giving Up The Ghost by Stacy-Deanne

Ask Nicely and I Might by Lorraine Elzia

The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey – Walter Mosley

Price Of Fame - Amaleka McCall

Surrender the Dark – L.A. Banks



Children/Young Adult
Getting Played by Celeste O. Norfleet

Drama Queens –ReShonda Tate Billingsley

Giant Steps To Change The World – Spike Lee & Tonya Lewis Lee

Sugar Plum Ballerinas: Terrible Terrel – Whoopi Goldberg

Teen Girls Need L.O.V.E. by S.Dodson



Romance
Inseparable – Brenda Jackson

Sweet Persuasions– Rochelle Alers

Unexpected Interruptions – Trice Hickman

Twice The Temptation – Francis Ray

The Proposal – Brenda Jackson



Short stories/Anthologies
A Woman's Revenge by Tiffany L. Warren, Sherri Lewis and Rhonda McKnight –

Home Again: Stories of Restored Relationships by Wanda B. Campbell, Dijorn Moss, Tyora Moody and Trinea Moss

Between the Sheets - Tamika Newhouse, NiCola Mitchell and Anna Black



Magazines (Non -Literary)
Black Enterprise

Ebony

Uptown

JET

Upscale



Magazines (Literary)
Mosaic Books

Booking Matters

Written

African Voices

Black Literature Magazine



Humorist Award of the Year (Stand-up Comics)
Kevin Hart

Sherri Shepherd

Chris Spencer

Tony Rock

Rickey Smiley



Self Published Author of The Year
The Ultimate Question: Will Love Ever Know Me – Tamika Newhouse

Con Test: Double Life – Rahiem Brooks

Twisted – Ni’cola

Devour, One Man’s Tale of Love, Intimacy, and Ecstasy – D.A. Williams



Breakout Author of the Year
Tour Secrets – Winkk

The Putting Away - Sharel E. Gordon-Love
Open Your Eyes – Schelle Halloway

Shady – Dell Banks

Girl, Get Your Mind Right – Tionna Smalls



Publishing House Of The Year
St. Martin’s Press

Kensington

Kimani Press

Grand Central Publishing

Simon & Schuster



Independent Publisher Of The Year
Peace In The Storm
A New Quality Publishing

Delphine Publications

NCM Publishing

Black Dawn Books



Author Of The Year – Male
J.M. Benjamin – Memoirs Of An Accidental Hustler

Walter Mosley - The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey

E. Lynn Harris & RM Johnson – No One In The World

Carl Weber – Choir Director

K’wan – Welfare Wifeys



Author Of The Year – Female
Victoria Christopher Murray (The Deal, The Dance & The Devil)

Kimberla Lawson Roby – Love, Honor and Betray

Pat G’Orge Walker – Don’t Blame The Devil

Nancey Flowers & Courtney Parker – He Was My Man First

Sophia Nelson – Redefining The Black Woman



Bookclub of the Year
Black Expressions

AAMBC

The D-Cup Divas

African American Literary Book Club (AALBC)

Go On Girl Bookclub



Television Writer Of The Year
Tyler Perry – House Of Payne

Ali LeRoi – Are We There Yet

Mara Brock Akil – The Game

Stacy A. Littlejohn- Single Ladies

Shonda Rhimes – The Practice



Screenwriter Of The Year
Tracey E. Edmonds – Jumping The Broom

Salim Akil – Jumping The Broom

Tyler Perry – For Colored Girls

Tyler Perry – Madea’s Big Happy Family



Comic Strip
Aarron McGruder - Boondocks

Jerry Craft - Mama’s Boyz

Ray Billingsley – Curtis

Keith Knight – The K Chronicles

Robb Armstrong –Jumpstart



Comedy Author
Girl, Get Your Mind Right – Tionna Smalls

Is It Just Me?: Or is it nuts out there? – Whoopi Goldberg

Don’t Blame The Devil – Pat G’orge Walker



PLEASE cast your votes for Peace In The Storm Publishing, LaToya S. Watkins, Stacy-Deanne, Lorraine Elzia and Sharel E. Gordon-Love!

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In Her Words: Lorraine Elzia on "Ask Nicely and I Might"

"Every woman in a relationship has thought about it from time to time--that moment when you snap and do the unthinkable. Instead of running away from it and pretending it does not exist, I thought it would be stimulating to look inside the mind of a woman who kills, purely for the enjoyment and the thrill." ~ Lorraine Elzia


From ASK NICELY AND I MIGHT:

Jade
The Feel of Blood
I can feel the mist hitting my face like fine piss-ant rain. Irritating, yet invigoratingly refreshing just the same. In retrospect, I have to admit that the events of my here and now are morbid, to say the least. Especially given the fact that the mist which is actually hitting my face is in the form of the warm blood of my husband, squirting in spurts from the small, pin-size puncture wound I have inflicted into his temple as I lay next to him in bed. Yet, I lay here unfazed.
Poor sucker. I almost feel pity for his sorry ass. Almost. I know Carl never saw it coming. Although he had been asking for it for years, I could tell that he was blind and clueless to the fact that one day I would finally give the useless bastard what he unknowingly cultivated over time--my contempt and my rage. Our marriage, if you can call it that, has been a never-ending cycle of him taunting me, arrogantly calling my bluff as if I were too much of a punk to react. He had been begging me, through his actions, to show him the fabric of what I’m made of. Cockingly inquiring if I had a backbone made of steel. He further mocked the saying, “beware of a woman scorned” and whether that saying had any merit in regards to me.

He had been provoking me day after day, begging me through his abuse to take a stand; yet I had known, deep in the back of his mind, he never thought I could or ever would. I have contemplated his death for years, it has always been in the suitcase of my mind, waiting for me to open it and use its contents. Each snide comment uttered from his lips, lead me to the place I’m at now of wanting him dead. I have no fear of being without him. To be honest, I welcome the relief my life would sustain simply from him not being around.

“He’s a good catch.” Others said when we first got together. But that was their view from the outside looking in. They did not live my daily hell or experience my constant pain. In the beginning, Carl kept his fronts up, giving the impression of a good husband and provider. But over the years, all that changed and his true colors were eventually shown. He could care less about being my man, my provider, or my soul mate. He cared more about breaking me down, bit by bit, training me, forcing me to succumb to his rules and his ways. Each day he was more successful than the day before at doing it. But I was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode; a fact that Carl seemed not to pay much attention to. He was too busy playing Commander-in-Chief to recognize. His mistake, not mine.

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ASK NICELY AND I MIGHT
A twisted game of bewildering intrigue proves positive that six degrees of separation bridge the gap between the sane and the insane.

Alex Carlysle is a savvy homicide detective highly respected among her peers and on the fast track to make Captain. When her lover becomes the latest victim in a series of brutal murders, the investigation of the killings becomes personal for her. Not only has she lost the only man who ever understood her, but also catching the killer could be the break she has been waiting for concerning her career.

Jade, on the other hand, resides on the opposite side of the law, abiding by a different set of rules - its Jade's way, or no way. Instead of enforcing the law, she is the thorn in its side. Motivated by an urge for revenge, she is a sexy enigma of a serial killer who taunts the police just for the pleasure of it while devouring her prey in the process.

As the hunter becomes the hunted, two women, both at the top of their game, are destined for a massive head-on collision with each other. But the thrill of pursuit is not the only tie that binds them; they are also both driven by blood shed and a chain of circumstances that began in the subconscious mind.
Ask Nicely and I Might is a racy thriller - fast, furious, and filled with sexy suspense. A wicked game of cat and mouse where time is rapidly running out and with the hunter and hunted lives on the line, they have everything to fight for . . . and everything to lose.
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Lorraine Elzia is an Author, Ghostwriter, Literary Artist and the 2009 African American Literary Show Break Out Author of the year. Lorraine has always had an admiration for the written word and has exercised her God-given talent for story telling in various venues.


"Mistress Memoirs" is the debut novel for Lorraine, who has espoused the name A Deeva, and often writes under that pseudonym. She is a contributing author in "Chicken Soup for the Single Parent´s Soul"; "Chicken Soup for the African American Woman´s Soul"; the "Ka´trina Anthology, Surfacing...Phenomenal Women on Passion, Politics & Purpose"; "Gumbo for the Soul" and "The Triumph of My Soul Anthology."

Lorraine is Co-Owner of Eve´s Literary Services; contributing Editor for the "Gumbo for the Soul" series; and Co-Moderator of Essentially Women, a writing group for African American women. She is from Austin, Texas, by way of Motown (Detroit, Michigan) and it is her desire that through the written word delivered in different genres, she will be able to inspire and motivate others to see the beauty that resides within all people.

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In Her Words: Jacqueline D. Moore on "Serving Justice"

"Sometimes we miss our blessings because they don't come packaged the way we think they should." ~Jacqueline D. Moore

SERVING JUSTICE - Take a Peek into the award-winning book:
Darlene knew that it was unfair to expect that the four of them would always be together. She knew that it was only natural that one day, each of them would get married and begin a new chapter in their lives. She was afraid that if Angie married Tony, she might not ever see her again. She would never be able to handle losing her sisters.

Suddenly, Darlene felt bad about how she had treated Angie. She really did love Angie and only wanted what was best for her. She was only using Tony being a cabdriver as an excuse to keep them apart. She realized that she would have found fault with any man who tried to come between her and her sisters. No, matter what they did for a living.

Darlene knew that she was good enough as a lawyer to survive anything. She got offers everyday from firms who wanted her to join them. So in reality, Darlene really didn’t have anything to lose career wise. She would always be able to find a job. She wasn’t so sure about finding another friend.

For a moment, Darlene panicked. What if she’d driven Angie away? “Oh my! What have I done?” She didn’t need Tony to come between her and her friends. She was doing a good job all by herself of pushing them away. How could she be so stupid?
She wouldn’t be able to bare it if she lost any of the three women who had been her support system, her family, her only friends. Darlene thought about what she could do to make it up to Angie.

At times like this, Darlene wished she knew how to pray. She was never one to go to church, but on the few occasions that she had accompanied Theresa or Angie to their church, she had the vaguest sense of something more. Something that could bring her the peace that had eluded her all of her life.

She had seen the faces of her friends and other people around her as they prayed. Even when the prayers would reach a fevered pitch and the screaming and dancing erupted all around them, she saw the peacefulness wash over their faces. Darlene had always wanted to feel that peace. She just didn’t know how to get it.
She really couldn’t get into the sermons. They were usually talking about how God could solve all of your problems and how God could provide. She heard them “So turn your problems over to God, He can fix it! Nothing’s too hard for God!” She had heard it all before.

Whenever she heard these sermons, they seemed to bring out the dark side in her. Whenever she heard the preacher say “God will provide,” she thought back to her childhood in Vietnam when she and her mother had nothing. She could remember being hungry for day on end and how her own grandmother would sit and eat right in front of . Never offering a single grain of rice. They talked about loving your neighbor. How could Darlene love her neighbor when her Vietnamese family had treated her so badly?

It hadn’t stopped there. She remembered how the other kids treated her calling her names and treating her like dirt. She remembered how the guys in college used her body and then treated her like a whore afterwards.

In the end, Darlene had risen above it all. She had gained the respect of those who mattered by becoming one of the most powerful attorneys in the city. She could care less about what the rest of the people thought. She had made it on her own. Without the help of God.

She was Darlene Moore, Esquire. She didn’t need God, she didn’t need anyone.


ABOUT SERVING JUSTICE:

Sometimes Love Resides Above the Law...

What happens when a prominent and successful Chicago Judge falls in love with her driver?

Angela Jenkins decided as a child that she would become a lawyer. Fighting injustices perpetrated against those who could not or would not fight for themselves ran like passion through her veins. Growing up, Angela was taught that putting God first in her life, respecting the rights and choices of others, and working hard, were the most important things a person should strive for.
While in pursuit of her law degree, Angela meets Rhonda, Theresa, and Darlene who are there reaching for the same goals. Over the next two decades, an unbreakable bond forms and friends become sisters.
Angela finds the more successful she becomes, the more she begins to lose her connection with God and starts conforming more to the world, than to the word of God.
When love enters her heart, she must decide if having a relationship is more important than what others, including her friends, have to say. Angela is forced to look at what's important in her life and has to choose between allowing others to shape who she is or conforming to what God wants her to be.



Learn more about Jacqueline D. Moore, and Serving Justice at:
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In Her Words: Ebonee Monique on "Suicide Diaries"

"I wrote suicide diaries because I'd experienced the pain of suicide and needed an outlet to grieve while learning to move on." ~ Ebonee Monique

PRELUDE
Have you ever aimlessly searched a crowd of faces? Investigating green, blue and brown eyes for some sort of familiarity? Maybe you’ve studied the physical attributes and hairstyles of someone, hoping that a make-over could’ve altered the looks of the person you’re searching for. My eyes dart from wide noses, small noses, big hands, little hands, freckles and moles-all while trying to find an ounce of reason to believe that this person, at that very moment, could be the one to end my search. But it never ends. For some reason, the heart has a tendency to embrace the truth long after the mind has.

Do you know what it feels like to stand in a room full of people and only be able to run one name, one voice and once face through your mind? It’s beyond the point of obsessive and just below the rankings of pathetic and, yet, the search for closure has no shame. It’s like running around a group of people with your zipper down, exposing everything below the belt, and while you want to zip your pants up and cower in a corner, out of embarrassment, your hands are frozen, your eyes are set and your mouth can’t utter the words that your heart is dying to say: “Help me!” It’s like walking in a never ending circle with a blindfold over your eyes, restricting your vision, your heart, restricting your emotions and your soul, restricting your growth. The on-going cycle of finding a sense of peace, while standing in the dark, can be pretty amusing to the unassuming. Close your eyes and imagine the never ending circle you’re in and think about what you’d do to get out.

This is my daily routine.
Welcome to my world.

Before you start thinking I’m an overly dramatic, obsessed person let me take you to a time when I was far from the person I slowly turned into.

~Lauren Washington
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More on Suicide Diaries
When Lauren Washington's mother is mysteriously gunned down in their neighborhood, Lauren - a nine year old from Bankhead, Georgia - must quickly grow up and become the woman of her household. Early on, Lauren finds that not dealing with her pain is easier than actually doing so. It's only on the confidential white pages of her diary that Lauren feels free to spill the thoughts from her troubled mind. After finding a job in radio, which allows her to mask her true thoughts and become her on-air persona "Mystique," Lauren believes she's found the perfect blend of privacy and sanity. Today, at age 26, Lauren is one of the top rated deejays in Atlanta, and dangerously in love with her boyfriend of eight years, Brendan. From the outside, everything looks perfect. However when Lauren enlists the help of a private investigator to look into her mother's unsolved murder, strange things start happening. Her father is nervous, her best friends are acting out of character and Brendan begins to withdraw from her and ends up disrespecting her in the boldest way. With visions of her happiness shattering, Lauren scrambles to repair her relationship with Brendan. But, before apologies can be made, Brendan does the unthinkable and commits suicide. Lauren is left to deal with more than her heart or the pages of her diary can handle. Brendan's sneaky double life compels her to figure out who he really was and what the secrets, he died to keep from her, were. Suicide Diaries deals with betrayal beyond the grave and the disbelief and heartache that comes after a suicide. Moving on, once the dirt has been thrown on the coffin, will prove to be the hardest self-evaluation Lauren's ever experienced.


SUICIDE DIARIES can be order today at www.peaceinthestormpublishing.com. Learn more about Ebonee Monique at www.EboneeMonique.com!

What would Martin Luther King, Jr. think about the black community if he were alive today?

What would Martin Luther King, Jr. think about the black community if he were alive today?

What would he think about how we have become apathetic about the “right to vote that he fought so hard and diligently for? Would he shed a tear for each night that he spent in jail so that we could sit at home on Election Day, unconcerned about the politics of the day?

Would he hang his head in shame to know that the beatings that he took and the lives that were lost were all in vain because we do not care enough about the world around us to go out and cast our ballots for what we believe in?

Would his eyes cloud over in anger to know that the things he gave his life for, the betterment of his race, the advancement of the Black Community and equal justice, have all been for naught?

What would Dr. King think about our youth today? The youth that was born of a proud people who respected life, family and most of all God? Would he become overcome with rage to know that mothers, grandmothers, and sisters are only seen as sex objects in songs and videos?

Would he be vexed at the notions that safe sex and not abstinence, is taught in school. That sex outside of marriage is okay as long as you use protection and birth control?

Would he become appalled at the sight of our young men wearing clothes that were born out of a prison culture and young women wearing clothes so revealing that they leave nothing to the imagination?

Would he cringe at the realization that it is no longer the Klu Klux Klan who is killing off our black men but instead our black men who are killing off each other?

What would his thoughts be about the black mother who once protected their young like a lioness protects her cubs who has now has become indifferent about her children to the point that she would allow them to suffer physical, emotional and sexual abuse at the hands of her man just to keep him?

What would he see as he walked through a once thriving black neighborhood that was filled with prosperous black owned businesses? Boarded up, burnt out, and vacated buildings that were once at the very center of our black economy?

Would he look into the faces of our young men and women and see the next great leader who would guide the black community into our next victory? Would he be proud of the men and women whom we have chosen to be our political voices at the city, state and national levels to lead our causes and address our concerns?

What do you imagine he would say after visiting one of our neighborhood churches and seeing the lack of support that the church is giving back to the community? Would he be impressed with today’s mega-churches that have thousands in their congregation yet fails to help that same congregation with some of life’s most necessities like food, clothing, or housing?

Would the man who staged not one but two marches on Washington be impressed with the pastor who drives a Cadillac or maybe even a Rolls Royce while his congregation is forced to stand in the cold in the wee morning hours catching a bus to work each day?

How would Dr. King react to the notion that even though we are now in the twenty-first century not only are we discriminated against outside of our race but even within it? That the color of your skin, the grade of your hair, the job that you have are all factors that we judge one another by?

How would Martin feel as he looked into the eyes of the black father today? Would he see his own reflection? A man who believed in putting God and his family first or would he see a Godless man who shuns his responsibilities, leaving his children wondering when they will see their father again as their mother struggles alone to provide for them?

If he visited one of our schools, would he notice that the pledge of allegiance, our national anthem, and prayer are no longer allowed to be spoken aloud? Would he be horrified to see the next generation of our children fail because we have failed to provide them with an education?

Dr. King once said, “If you will protest courageously, and yet with dignity and Christian love, when the history books are written in future generations, the historians will have to pause and say, "There lived a great people - a black people - who injected new meaning and dignity into the veins of civilization."

Would Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. still think of us as a great people or would he turn his back so that no one could see the tears that he is now sheds as he stands on the mountaintop looking at today’s black man and woman?

I wonder, What would Martin think?
"Caught in the Middle"
Coming Spring 2010

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http://www.jacquelinedmoore.com
http://www.peaceinthestormpublishing.com

Peace of Mind by Jackie Moore

In a world filled with causes for worry and anxiety ... we need the peace of God standing guard over our hearts and minds.

Scripture:
The LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace. Numbers 6:25-27 (New International Version)

So often our days are fraught with worry and anxieties. We worry about all sorts of things; our children, spouses, friends and even our jobs. We worry about paying our bills and putting food on the table. And for some of us, we worry if we are doing enough in the pursuit of our dreams. Finding that elusive thing called “peace of mind” often feels as though we are on an impossible quest.

As time goes on as we get older, one would think finding peace becomes easier. Not always true. As we grow in knowledge and are exposed to many more things, often times because we have the courage to move out of our comfort zones, our fears and anxieties are magnified. In our quest to not become content with where we are, we must learn to step out on faith and face our fears. However by doing so, we will be challenged with the unknown and as such, opening ourselves up for a whole new set of challenges.

The word of God tells us to cast our cares on the Lord and HE will sustain us. Now that is easier said than done. But what it ultimately means for your and I is this; when we learn to let go of our fears and anxieties and learn to lean and depend on God; He can and WILL give us the peace of mind needed to face our difficulties.

Only God can give us the peace that passes all understanding.

Be blessed

Prayer:
Father God, we come before the throne of grace with praise and thanksgiving on our tongues and in our hearts. We come asking Lord, for peace that passes all understanding. We come asking for strength to stand in the face of adversity. Father God, we ask that when we grow tired from doing good and when our efforts are received with scorn, that we would be reminded that what we do is not about us, but rather, all about You. Master, we need You to speak to the winds of adversity that are blowing against us, peace be still. We come asking that You hold on to our hands and the storms of life toss us about. We come asking that You would hide us under the wings of Your salvation as the roaring lion draws near in an effort to devour us. Lord, we ask that You would keep all of our families, friends, co-workers and brothers and sisters in perfect peace this and every day. Bless us right now in the name of Jesus. Our prayers are not complete until we let You know just how much we love You. Our prayers on not complete until we sing songs of praise to You alone. Lord, we lift Your name on high, we give You all of our love, all of our praise and sing songs of praise all the day long. Thank You Lord for one more day. Bless You Lord. Hallelujah, Praise God thank You Jesus, Amen.



"Caught in the Middle"
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