Character Interview of Melody T. from the Novel “Drama University”

Character Interview of Melody T. from the Novel _Drama University_

My debut Novel “Drama University” released in late 2017 is about Melody Thomas,  a girl that has some obstacles and handsome distractions she has to conquer. Since she’s the main character of my book, I thought I’d introduce you to her.

Here’s an interview I had with Melody back in 2005.

Nicole Alicia: So how are you today? Thank you for doing the interview…

Melody T.: Oh no problem…I had sometime in between classes so yeah…

Nicole Alicia: So describe your personality for the people who are wanting to know who is Melody T.

Melody T.: Let see that’s a hard one…I’m really just a regular girl from Kansas City, Missouri. I’m really a rather shy and private person, I don’t like confrontation or drama. College has been a total eye opener into what I like about myself and don’t. Also what I want in a guy and don’t want. I’m looking for true love just like every girl here on campus. You know like the kind of love Sanaa and Omar Epps had on “Love and Basketball” or Nia Long and Larenz Tate in “Love Jones”. I like to have fun…ALOT. I’m discovering here just recently maybe a little too much fun isn’t good, ya know? I’m still learning myself…it’s a journey.

Nicole Alicia: Let’s get right into the “drama” then…what  really went wrong between you and Xavier? Y’all seemed like y’all were good there for a moment and then…

Melody T.: Neither of us wanted to tell the truth. Trust and honesty is what we should have been relying on and that just wasn’t there…on either of our behalves. We were just two kids so in love we couldn’t even see straight.

Nicole Alicia: Do you ever talk to him anymore?

Melody T.: I see him at parties sometime. We’re still cordial, but that’s about it.

Nicole Alicia: That’s nice though, I’m not sure I could have been nice. I’d probably have straight ignored his existence girl.

Melody T.: Yeah, it’s hard we had so much history together…if  I could avoid him all together it would be great, but that’s life though.

Nicole Alicia: Yes girl, I understand. So what about the others…Cam, Anthony and …

Melody T.: Look… you know that’s a long, long story…I’m not sure we even have time…

Nicole Alicia: LOL Ok girl, I see. So that leads me to my next question…were you happy when Kianna dropped out? I mean y’all seemed like y’all were best friends even like sisters. That was scandalous what happened between y’all, I feel for you girl!

Melody T.: *Sigh* I had so many mixed feeling over what happened ya know? I felt betrayed and I felt happy, but then some how responsible. I don’t know, that one I still haven’t figured out. But that’s a lesson learned ladies don’t let ya man get too close to your girlfriends, LOL!

Nicole Alicia: Do you ever think you’ll ever get back with Xavier or is it really truly over?

Melody T.: So over! Nah. Once I can’t trust you, I’m done. He crossed so many lines I lost count. I can’t even trust him as a friend now. We’re done. 

Nicole Alicia: That’s good to hear. So here’s a quirky question…what’s your favorite snack? Everybody has to have their favorite study snacks so what’s yours?

Melody T.: Mine…hmm…lemme see I love, love, love Sour Patch Kids and Popcorn. Oooh and also I kill a lot of Rice Crispie Treats their my favorite!

Nicole Alicia: Ok, ok I feel you on that…I love Twizzlers and Kettle Corn though myself. Well thanks for the interview…I know you probably have to run to your next class…

Melody T.: *Looks down at her phone* Yeah it’s time for me to run, but good talking to you!

You can get to know more about Melody in the novel, “Drama University” by yours truly Nicole Alicia.

Until next time…

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Love Letter To My Husband

Love Letter To My Husband

Dear Husband,

On this day, the 9th year of our engagement date I thought I would write you a letter…

Ever since that day at Uno’s on the Plaza, I knew you were someone special! Well, really probably that day I peeped out this cute little boy with the rat-tail on the back of his head, in the gym of Center Middle School that day we had that meet in 6th grade.

You have been more than a friend, you are my best friend. Really I couldn’t ask for a better friend and I can’t really thank you enough!

You have always been so sweet to me even when I have not been kind to myself. You accept me for who I am with all my quirks and odd ways. You love me even when were mad at each other, you force your lovely wet kisses on me LOL.

Even through out all our hardships, the miscarriages and the loss of Nicolas and my health issues you remained strong.

I could go on and on about the wonderful man I married, but I’ll leave it right here.

I thank God for you and pray that he continue to bless our union together.

I love you Robert!

Happy Valentine’s Day 2018

I pray we have many, many, many more!

 

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I Gave Up On Love…More Than Once

I Gave Up On Love...More Than Once

 

In life we have choices…

I mean isn’t that somewhat the point of it all?

Some choices we make are good…others bad.

Sometimes, we end up regretting a choice do we?

Some of us ladies, have decided before to stay in a crappy relationship when you knew it wasn’t going anywhere. On the other hand we may have passed up a really good guy for this crappy relationship.

Sound familiar?

Love is a choice.

Can I say that I have been in that place I’ve just described before, but I’ve also been in a place that after a really bad relationship I didn’t think that I’d ever find anyone to love or love me.

Now that’s a pretty low place to be in.

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I’m not going to re-write my heartbreak stories, because I have already given you a taste of that on the posts I wrote “Heartbreak Sucks Pt.1 & Heartbreak Sucks Pt.2” last year…so check those out so you can get a better understanding of where I’m coming from.

I have a friend who hasn’t even really tried to play “The Game”, but has totally given up on love due to a couple of bad relationships. I mean completely given up at the age of 34. She said she was D-O-N-E.

I have had way more heartbreaks than her and even a few when I got married (I know you want more on this, but it’s a post for another day).

I have been in that exact frame of mind so many times before though.

I am not one of those women who believe that love (particularly, love from a significant other) is the answer to it all.

We all know that it isn’t.

But, even after having my heart broken repetitively, something won’t let me quit!

I just somehow am not one of those that has been broken to the point of ever giving up. Now give up on that person or particular relationship…YES…I’m not cray cray. I mean just give up on love…

No that’s not me!

I believe even if you have been broken to that point, there is a way to repair your heart. Yes, I will say though that time is often the answer and NOT another person.

But, I personally don’t believe in ever giving up on finding true love.

I once gave up…

But, it was when I was least thinking about finding someone, when I was least wanting some companionship that I found someone (well, actually he found me…read Married at 24 series for that story.)

Point being, I CHOSE…although very reluctantly to let go of all those insecurities, other crappy relationships, stigmas other guys had put on me about my weight and personality…

It’s scary to put yourself in a place of vulnerability, to place your heart as well is scary…believe me it is…

Does it take time if you’re not there right now…yes but honey

It’s possible.

Love, is possible.

 

Until next time…

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Married at Twenty-Four: Part 3

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So… if you read the last post, “Married at Twenty-Four: Part 2” you know that I gave my then husband to be (although I didn’t know it then of course), a second chance and the rest is history.

I’d like to run down a few things for y’all real quick though so you don’t think I’m braggin on this marriage thing’.

I’m not special by any means!

Often when I tell people that I’ve been happily married for the last 8 years, often they first question is “Wow! How old are you?” (I’ve been told I look like a 20 year old, so yes I’m flattered when someone asks!)

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When we got married I was 24 years old and my husband was 25.

Did we think we were too young back then? Not at all. When we look back now though at 33 and 34, we are like WOW we were young.

My husband proposed on Valentine’s Day 2008.

It was actually very unexpected, because I thought I had been given my gift (a diamond necklace) earlier that day, so I was happy.

The proposal was during a candle light dinner at a nice little Italian restaurant.

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In our almost year of dating, I found out that not only did we like a lot of the same stuff, he possessed many of the qualities I had been looking for in a guy. We had become best friends. He wasn’t offended when I talked about my ex’s and other guys I had been with and I wasn’t offended either. We had so much in common, but so much that was different.

He shared with me that he always liked me in school, but didn’t know exactly how to talk to me because he felt that I was OUT OF HIS LEAGUE. Isn’t that crazy?! We had been thinking the same thing!

I see a lot of y’all single women out here, post things on social media. Some seem to have a very skewed perception of what a real loving relationship is and what marriage is.

The best advice I have found that has worked for me is…

A. It’s up to you to be clear on what YOU want. Not drawing a clear line is a dangerous place to hanging out! Setting clear boundaries is necessary.

B. It’s NOT up to YOU. Really when a man will propose is up to HIM. HE has to be ready to commit. (Contrary to popular belief, you can’t make him, you can’t trick him into marriage. Conning someone into what you THINK is a life long commitment is a failure from the beginning.)

We both were what I’d consider very mature though. We had college degrees, our own apartments, own cars, own jobs. We were on the same page as far as where we wanted to go in life and goals.

I think that’s the most important part as well.

Have your own ‘ish together before you get with someone.

If you’re not on the same page..hate to tell you, but it’s most likely not going to work for long.

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At the end of the day, I think how ever you put it together it has to be what works for two as a whole. Not what works for your girlfriends or your sister, but what works for you two as a couple!

Trust me ladies, FOREVER doesn’t seem that long if you are truly with someone who is your friend. We started off as friends. I was very clear on what I wanted and what was acceptable and unacceptable. Is he perfect? By no means! I still have to tell him repetitively that leaving your drawls in the bathroom or leaving the toilet seat up is super annoying after living with this man for over 12 years. You see where I’m going with this?

Has the last 8 years been a cake-walk? Heck no. But, has it been worth it?

Yes!!!

Until next time…

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Married at Twenty-Four: Part 2

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So picking back up from my last post, “Married at Twenty-Four: Part 1” I had received a message from a guy I had went to middle and high school with. We were faint acquaintances in school and had once attempted to date, but it never happened. He was a total jock and popular in school. I was honor roll student, who played tennis and was a very devoted band student who sand in the choir at church. Two total opposites.

So in December 2006, when I accepted his email request to meet up (he could have used myspace, but I have no idea why he didn’t) I was skeptical. but so needed to get out of the house and step away from my boring routine of job searching.

After the lunch meet-up (this was not a date). A about I think it was a week later, he called to see what I was up to and if I wanted to go out for drinks that Friday.

It was now January and since graduating I had only been on only 3 interviews, out of the hundreds of resume’s I had been sending. I was just exhausted!

Drinking sounded like a spectacular idea!

He offered to pick me up, soooo it was a DATE!

After a major break-up from my long time boyfriend, followed by a series of crappy relationships in College, I was still not wanting anything serious. I mean I had told myself

I wasn’t going to do this whole dating thing, right?

Riiiggght!

But, I found myself kind of infatuated that this fine guy I had, had a crush on in middle school wanted to date me. After that night, I saw the beginning of a budding friendship! Which was alright with me.

Fast forward to February 13th, 2007.

He had sweetly asked me to be his Valentine and asked me to dinner and a movie on the 14th. I was on my lunch break at work when I saw his name cross my caller id. Ecstatic that he called on my lunch break (we started talking on lunch breaks), I picked up the phone and the conversation went something like this.

Me: “Hello”

Him: “Hey, can you talk? I have some bad news.”

Me: “Okkkaaay? What?”

Him: “My ex-girlfriend is pregnant and I think it might be mine.”

(S***tiest phone convo I know, right?)

Me: “Come again?! You said, you weren’t with her anymore. How did this?

Him: “I had no idea, but I think we should cancel tomorrow.”

Me: ****End Call**** (Yes, I hung up!)

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Pissed off was not even the word, girl!

I had decided to open my heart back up, juuuussst a little and here it was getting stomped on again. I couldn’t believe it!

I had bought him a single gift for Valentine’s Day, of these Lindor Chocolates that he said he really loved. I thought about trashing them but ended up giving them to my Dad to eat. Sadly this hadn’t been the crappiest Valentine’s Day I had thus far in all of dating. (I’ll have to write a post on the #1 crappiest Valentine’s Day!)

Fast forward to May 2007.

After that phone call, not only had I received several voicemails from him. I had been sent flowers also by him which I threw in the trash. He sent me a message to let me know she had lied and blah, blah, blah. I just wasn’t trying to hear it. Not to mention, I had made the mistake of venting to my folks about the whole incident so not only had I put him on Nicole Alicia’s s***t list, they had also (my parent’s opinion/discernment on whom I dated meant alot! They often saw stuff I didn’t and I thank them for that.)

I had been seeing another guy I met at a club (here’s were I should have just left him alone) for only a month or so, and he was supposed to meet me at a local restaurant for dinner. I got there before him and got a table, after 30 minutes I messaged him and got no response so I called and got no response.

Long story short, this a**hole stood me up!

So, after being borderline harassed with 2 or 3 phone calls from my soon to be husband, I gave in (yes, ladies I was caught at a weak point) I was sitting at a restaurant by myself and was thinking about how I had jacked up in other relationships and someone gave me a second chance. I kept thinking maybe I should hear him out…

So I picked up the phone and hit the recall button on my latest voicemail from him…

Want to know what happens next?

Stick around for Part 3 on Friday!

Until next time…

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Married at Twenty-Four: Part 1

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February is the month of so many celebrations…

It’s Black History month, Valentine’s Day and Ground Hog Day. I’m not gonna write about Ground Hog Day though, for obvious reasons. LOL!

But this month, I would like to cover topics pertaining to love, marriage and relationships.

So to kick off my posts for the month, I thought I’d give my short-rendition of how I came to be “Married at Twenty-Four” and then give do some discussion topics on things surrounding marriage and such. So here we go…This is my story.

I had graduated from College December 2006.

I had been through so many horrible relationships in College and I had basically written off getting into a relationship like ever again…or at least for a long time. I had moved back home to Kansas City, Missouri  and was again living with my parents. I was determined to get a job and move. I was habitually searching daily for a job that would pay well enough for me to move out on my own. I mean I loved my folks, but I was 22 years old and was running as fast as I could toward freedom and independence. (Really, after not finding much in my major career field it was just any job paying more than $25K…I’ll write later about this.)

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I had checked my email one evening and saw a message that said “Hi” from a classmate of mine .

I had actually gone to Middle and High School with this guy. I had known him in passing as he was pretty cute and a lot of girls either wanted to be his girlfriend or get with him. He was pretty popular on the football team , ran track and wrestled so he was a Jock in my book.

I on the other hand, was considered a nerd by my peers. I was in concert and marching band, on the honor roll, would rather read a book than go out and for some odd reason everyone always thought I had the right answers in class, although I never talked. (Yes, I was that kid everyone wanted to cheat off of.)

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So with that background I just gave you, you can see how I was very skeptical and a little leary frowning heavily before clicking on the message.

It read…

“Hey! How are you? Would you be open to getting a cup of coffee or going for a drink? I would love to catch up… Let me know.”

After reading this, I thought to myself…Either he’s trying to sell something or he just really like wanted to catch up. After about a day of contemplating on what exactly to say, because ginuinely I didn’t even want to be bothered but didn’t want to be rude I replied back something like, “Sure. Call me at blahh blahh blahh and we’ll discuss details.”

So fast forward a few days, we met up for lunch at a pizza spot on the Plaza in Kansas City. It was very casual and he told me he was single, with no kids (very shocked to hear this from him) and had graduated in the Spring as was currently a graphic designer for a local paper and also had his own company on the side. Needless to say I was impressed!

But AGAIN, I wasn’t looking…Right? RIGHT!

Stay tuned for Part II & III Wednesday and Friday this week.

Until then…

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Excerpt from My Upcoming Novella

Excerpt from My Upcoming Novella

 

Dear readers:

Here is an excerpt from a WIP that I have titled, “The Misadventures of Melody T.”. I haven’t decided on a definite date yet of when I will be releasing the Novella, so make sure you bookmark my site and follow me on either Twitter, Instagram or Facebook for updates!

P.S. “The Misadventures of Melody T.” will be sort of a prequel to my debut novel, “Drama University”.

10th grade had to be better. It just had to. In addition to my social awkwardness,  I’m about 5’7, which is slightly taller than the average 10th grade female. I hated that I had no, shape. Although skinny with all this unruly hair on my head, I tried to rock it my own way.

Mikey thinks I’m a lost cause. But what does he know? He’s always been a part of the “in” crew. He’s in all honors classes and have applied to all the top colleges he wants to attend.

Besides the fact that we have the same last name, you would never know he’s my brother. I’m a complete introvert, a nerd and frankly proud of it. I’ve never seen a good reason to run my mouth excessively, non-stop like say for example Jerica Jennings who was in my history class last year. She never, ever shuts up.  However, because of my quiet nature I started getting labeled as, “stuck up”. It’s like being the observant one is a curse.

“The quiet, light-skinned girl with glasses,” Shannon said. “Nobody really remembers your name. They just be like, who’s the skinny, light skin girl you always hang with? I’m always like that’s my girl Melody T! I thought you knew.”

Shannon had a comical way of telling stories sometimes. Like most best friends we shared a bunch of inside jokes that no one knew about but us. We connect on a level that’s different from everyone it seems. It’s always been that way though.

 

Just as I exited the front door, the bus came whizzing past the usual place it stopped. Just as the bus driver braked, a giant puff of lovely, black diesel exhaust spewed from the school bus flooding the air. Racing up the block, gripping both the straps of my backpack on my shoulder, just then I inhaled. Just as I went to hold my breath, it hit my throat making me choke and cough instantaneously. I hopped on the semi-empty bus taking the first empty seat I spot.

 

Shannon and I met up last night, so we could catch up and see what we were wearing tomorrow. She was riding with Bree, her older sister to school. I had no idea how she had closed that deal, because just like Mikey older siblings were not trying to have deal with us younger ones. “I whined to my mom, about how much I hated taking the bus. So she’s basically making her take me to and from school for now,” Shannon shrugged.

“Your Breanna really think she’s somebody special, I said rolling my eyes. “I know right. She ain’t nobody that’s why I’m not riding no school bus. Sorry, Mel you’re on your own this year.”

Breanna and Shannon were almost total opposites, sort of like Mikey and I. Bree was the fast talking, fighting, short skirt, titties out, I have a different boyfriend every week type. Shannon was pretty much laid back like me but was outspoken like her sister just a bit of a toned down version. Bree and I never got along. She was a bitch, who hated me from day one. I often wondered if she harbored some sort of resentment from when Mikey and her dated briefly and he broke it off with her. I just tried to steer clear of her, period.

 

Laying across the bed,I watched while Shannon pulled several items out of her closet with the tags on them. “Any word on how Mecca been doin’,” I sputtered. “Nope. I talked to her like a few weeks after school let out, before y’all left for that trip but nothing recently.”

“Yeah, all she said was they had to move out, so she was going to live at her grandma’s,” I said.

“Man what happened I wonder?,” Shannon turned around for a second and paused from what she was doing. I shrugged my shoulders. We were just happy she could still go to our school for the time being.

Upon exiting the bus, I walked up the stairs, through the metal framed, heavy plexi-glass doors and stopped. I paused and took a step to right, looking around and see if anyone I knew was around. My efforts to look fresh for the first day of school a last minute, half-assed attempt. I had on a brand new white Nike shirt with a big navy blue swish sign on the front and navy blue basketball shorts to match. I didn’t like my scrawny legs. Thank goodness my mom let me get contacts over the summer. I was finally able to ditch those goofy-looking pop bottle glasses, with the turtle shell frames I had been wearing since 7th grade. I wondered if anyone would even notice. Things felt different without them though. In a good or bad way, I wasn’t sure yet.

 

Rolling my eyes, I proceeded in. With two quick glances, I scanned the large crowd that was formed in the front hall. I didn’t spot Shannon and Mecca anywhere.Walking a bit further I started slowly down the hall, walking around a small group that gathered down the hallway by the gym. Everyone displayed such a look of excitement. That “new” glow. A familiar feeling I was remembering from years past.

It was a fashion show of sorts. The oohs at the cute guys was a familiar sound. Some had bulked up over the summer or something as simple as a new haircut and outfit benefited them greatly. Walking past the gym, the familiar sound of squeaking shoes, screeching against the freshly buffed wood floor blasted through the gym doors.

 

Making my way up the hall, I turned to go to the band room. There I found Shannon standing with Brooklyn and Vicki right by the entrance. Shannon, Brooklyn, Vicki and I all used to be really close friends. In middle school, something changed with Brooklyn and Vicki. They started hanging out with some girls in our class who didn’t really get along with Shannon’s outgoing personality and my awkward silence.

I slowly approached the trio reluctantly giving a soft, “Hey”.

 

“When did you get here?” Shannon pulled her hands out of her jean shorts, reaching in for a sisterly hug.

“Bus, just got here a little bit ago. It took me awhile to get through the crowds in the halls.”

Standing to my right, I could feel Brooklyn’s eyes scanning me, from head to toe. Attempting to pretend that I didn’t notice the annoying stare she gave when I was around.

“I had those shoes last year, remember.” Brooklyn stood pointing casually at my new white Nike’s. Shooting me a look, she swayed her head around to Vicki, who gave a soft chuckle. I looked down at my shoes and then at her.

“They cute though. Simple, but cute,” Vicki replied shaking her head in reassurance. I still didn’t know why Shannon even associated with them. I rolled my eyes and shook my head trying to flee the situation when Shannon intervened rather quickly, rolling her eyes too.

“Ooooh, okay, anyways guess who we just saw though this morning?,” Shannon grabbed my arm, pulling me toward her then putting her arm around my neck. I looked at her bug-eyed expression and shook my head, “Who?”

I figured she was talking about one of the guys she was crushing on last year. This dude we called “Rell” or her ex she went with most of 8th grade and part of Freshman year named Jay.

She reviewed my face once more, then started shaking her head at me.

“Uh, you’re no fun, but I’ll tell you anyway,” she took a deep dramatic breath and paused.

With hand gestures that read, surprise like a gift I was opening. She exclaimed, waving both hands simultaneously.

“Oh my god, Dominic Davidson!”

I was thinking in my head, she couldn’t have been more dramatic about it. I felt my brow raise all on it’s own .Shannon looked even more bug-eyed than usual, now raising both of her perfectly drawn on eyebrows at me. All I could manage to let out was a low, “Mmmmm”. Brooklyn and Vicki just looked at each other. I couldn’t really tell what that was about.

I paused for a moment and tried to play it cool, shaking my head slightly to agree with Shannon’s excitement.

“That’s cool.”

“He’s still cute, girl just taller”, Shannon shrugged. “You’ll probably see him around here today.”

“Yep, maybe,” I said. Just then Brooklyn and Vicki finally walked away and I felt like I could have a regular conversation with my best friend. “ So, what classes do you have after this semester? I know you told me, but I forgot already.”

Shannon dug into her fresh new purple backpack, then handed me a crumpled up piece of paper, I could barely read.  We had enrollment for school only two weeks before, but knowing her she got it and threw it in the backseat of Bree’s car and left it until this morning when she realized she needed it.

 

Let me know what you think down in the comments!!!

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The Power of Keeping A Prayer Journal

The Power of Keeping A Prayer Journal

 

I am no stranger to journaling…

I have been keeping a regular journal or diary of some sort since was about 6 or 7. I think I have kept probably almost every journal or diary I have ever had, so yeah I love  journaling (I’ll write another post soon on why I love it so much and the benefits)!

Every now and then I get a bit nostalgic and like to look back and see what it was I was talking about in middle school or high school in my journals. I even browse through the ones from a couple years ago sometime.

Along with my love for writing stories, I think journaling just came naturally. Not to mention me and my obsession with pens and paper.

Most recently, I found a prayer journal I started back in June 2013.

I got the idea to start one from my women’s bible study leader. She would have us write our prayer requests down at the end of the meeting on note cards and put them in a box, so she could pray for us during the week on those specific things.

I started out doing the same at home. I bought a little box from the dollar store and wrote down my prayer request on note cards and stuck them in this little box when I was finished praying. But then, I came to the conclusion that for me, I sometimes wanted to write down my prayers maybe while taking my lunch break, instead of waiting until I got home that night. So I got me a small notebook I could just slip in my purse and started my first prayer journal.

I happened to pick it back up here recently and start writing my prayers down again. I do still actually say them during my nightly time to pray and even in the morning, but I guess I use the prayer journal more for documentation also.

Yesterday while I was at church ( I sometimes use my prayer journal to record notes from the pastors message during service) I came across the very first passage I had written in this prayer journal. I looked at the date and then I thought back…

What was happening in my life during June 2013?

Oh yeah, I had just found out I was pregnant with my son who is now almost 4.

This pregnancy was extra special for so many reasons!

My husband and I had gone through 3 very difficult miscarriages and never had a problem getting pregnant…until we actually tried to. We were so happy when I found out I was pregnant again, but so nervous. Everything with that pregnancy started out going really well and then BOOM I ended up on bed-rest for 3 1/2 months in the hospital.

As I continued to thumb through there, I saw more prayer requests I had written down and more prayers that have been answered not only for myself, but for others.

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I had been writing in it off and on since 2013.

I don’t know about you, but I sometimes don’t remember what I prayed about 4 years ago. But for me it’s so powerful, especially when you’re down and feeling discouraged or doubtful, to look back and see how the Lord has blessed you or your friend or your family member.

To be completely honest, my prayer life wavers back and forth sometimes but this little book served as a re-reminder how good God is and has been!

 

Do you journal on a regular or keep a prayer journal? Do you think it’s something worth trying? Comment below!

 

Until next time…

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