Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

This morning, I awoke to thoughts of writing this blog...what I would say, how I would say it and what I would try to convey. My loving husband of thirty years apparently had beaten me to it by composing his own letter to me. I fully intended to get up, make my coffee and sit down at my computer and write something inspiring, uplifting and...and...I don't know. I wanted to say that we'd hit a milestone, thirty years of being married. That through the good times, the bad times...the times of tears and laughter, that we'd made it through. And we have. There were times when I know we both ended our day with anger, and frustration, but we never went to sleep without telling each other that we loved the other. We never left the house without saying I love you. That was and still is the rule. Wedded bliss? I'm not sure there is such a thing. I have to admit, I'm stubborn. I don't give up easily, and praise God, neither does Chris. God has gotten us through some ...

What a profound statement, and yet, such a difficult thing to do. Especially with the climate we here in America are facing. So, so much is going on, politically, socially, economically, even down to each and everyone's personal level, that its so very hard not  to lose heart. I write this because I have more than a few friends who are going through things in their lives that even the strongest are starting to lose heart, and dare I say it, faith. I find myself lifting each and every one of them up daily, praying for an end to the strife, troubles and flat out trials that have come their way. But I am only one person. Daily I lift up a family for healing, provision, favor and mercy. I lay at God's feet another family for unity, clarity and hope. Another family for unconditional love, even in the face of rebellion, but that the love be laced with the realization that morals and respect must be a part of the healing...friends who are facing the loss of loved ones, of their ...

The news and media sites have been a fearful place lately. One can not log on to the internet, turn on the t.v. or even listen to a favorite radio station without being told of yet another tragedy, perpetrated by a fellow human being. Pick up a newspaper or weekly magazine and the tragedies are right there in black and white and sometimes too-real color. Bodies laying on the ground covered by whatever is available, most of the time tarps or sheets, sometimes only a garment. No one is spared, the victims range from babies up to elders, commoners and police forces. I saw a news blurb that said as of today, there have been eight Law Enforcement Officers gunned down in cold blood in the last eleven days. This is insane. To top this all off, protesters are allowed to walk down the streets, blocking traffic and chanting that they want to kill cops now. I'm not sure about everyone else, but that is not peaceful protesting and comes very close if not the full blown act of inciting violen...

I read a CNN article this morning that gave me pause and made me rethink the anger I felt yesterday at the announcement. It seems that Comey was calling Ms. Clinton out and making public not only his anger, but her crimes, essentially saying that she is  not  yet untouchable since it still has to go through the Justice system. Not only that, now the American public has full disclosure of her crimes and it is up to us to decide whether we want a liar and criminal to sit in the highest seat in the Land. If, by vote she is there, then God help us all. There have been numerous articles, memes, and outbursts over the announcement, but I beg you to allow me one or two observations.  First, Mr. Comey is a well respected member of the FBI. He has headed more than one high-level investigation since the "W" White House. He wouldn't be there unless he was good at what he does. That said, note that he stood alone during the announcement. He, alone, was responsible for his decisio...

I've been reading so many articles in the last couple of days regarding the mass shooting in Orlando. So many are politically leaning it isn't even funny. Last night, a story regarding Westboro showed up on my news feed, the only surprise in that is how long it took to show up. I want to make one thing clear: Westboro Baptist Church does not represent my Christian walk, nor does it represent anyone else that I know who are Christians. Today, as I was scanning my Facebook news feed, another story popped up. A Baptist Pastor is saying its good the massacre happened. Say what? I absolutely took a double take and read the story with accompanying video. To say I'm flabbergasted that a professed Christian outside of Westboro would say such a thing boggles my mind. Now, keep in mind, as far as I know we have the same Bible. Yes, the Bible condemns homosexuality and calls it an abomination. In the Old Testament such people were stoned when it was found out. The New Testament as...

It is, it really is. I've got to tell you, never before in my life have I had such a hard time following Jesus' command to love your neighbor as yourself as I have this year. I've got to tell you. The struggle is real. Last night, I posted something I thought was funny. Heck, a couple of my friends thought it was funny as well. I mean, I had no negative feedback, no detractors, just thumbs up. Well, I took it down within a matter of hours. Why? Because I was fussed at. Okay, I know what you're thinking, "you just said you had no negative feedback or detractors. What gives?" I'll tell you what gives. I'm a Child of the One True King, that's what gives. As I was saying my nightly prayers, I barely got into them when one thought kept me from concentrating on what I was praying about..."Take it down." Say what? Continued to pray..."take it down." Opened my eyes and looked no place in particular because the room was completely...

They say that if you stop learning, then that is the time you may as well say your goodbyes. Of course, that's my version of it, but it was Albert Einstein who said it before me. Smart man, and it was proven with a Nobel Prize in 1921. So far, learning is still part of my daily life, so perhaps I'm still good, eh? What I learned in the last few years, is that sometimes something that we take as tradition isn't necessarily correct. Take Memorial Day, for instance. I've always known its about the Military who had fallen in previous wars or skirmishes, but I also have learned, just here lately, that the men and women of our Military would rather you remember those who are gone on this day and not the ones who are still living. Makes sense. After all, Memorial means to remember. Remember who left behind family, friends and the "Life of Riley," as it were, to go to foreign lands.  It means to remember how they put their lives on the line to ensure that the United...