Zey Rochelle ... Today, the Princess or the Diva?

NO Devil, you cannot steal My joy ;)

When the devil tries to step in my life, I laugh in his face and continue to walk with God.

It is so easy for me to notice the signs of the devil trying to ruin my life now, like soooooo easy!! Before, I used to question whether God was warning me or whether the devil is playing with my mind. Now I don’t have to question, I just know and it can’t reach me at all. I used to be so affected by things but I guess as my faith got stronger, it’s easier for me to see the signs and laugh in satan’s face. 

The devil is not discreet whatsoever. It’s like you can always find a flaw in everything he does. Imagine seeing an ugly painting covered, you believe it’s ugly and dark and then if you look close enough, you can see a spot of color, and as you peel away, you see that it indeed is a beautiful masterpiece. That’s how I picture it.

The devil’s plans can never be perfect because he’s flawed himself, if something negative is taking place but it doesn’t quite make sense, that’s the flaw and that’s the devil. He manipulates, people and situations. He construes the best things into the worst to make you believe your perspective is terrible.

I was having such an AMAZING day today!! Like soooooooooooo amazinggggg !!!!! :)

I woke up knowing it was going to be a great day just from the way it started. The moment my eyes awoke, I tweeted it’d be a great day. It was the first time in months that I’ve been on campus for 10 + hours but I had more energy than ever! I was smiling, laughing, glowing. I just kept smiling to myself, was being so silly with friends, just so high of life, I really felt like I could have been the happiest girl in the world today. Nothing major but I just had a great feeling :)

Then my day kept getting better and my grades that I’ve been working hard for but had no faith in just completely proved me wrong & made my day that much better. I tweeted that I wouldn’ let anyone steal my joy, and that’s when the devil tried to step in…

I saw someone tweet about their astrological sign so I was reading the tweets looking for #Libra and all three posts were about their studying habits & grades, yet NO other sign has posts about studies and grades and it was in no order.

It’s just funny how the devil tried to bring me down by exposing me to a medium which was trying to tell me that Libras have bad grades because they dont know how to study, they have terrible habits and won’t become successful…. like really? And it was me after tweeting about how happy I was with school…. I didn’t even take the time to believe it though I’m a zodiac freak because I know that’s not me at all. My grades are my pride & joy, I work so hard to prove to myself I can do it & soak up as much knowledge as I can. Good grades are everything to me, it shows I have discipline and capacity for intelligence. If you never try your best, you’ll never know your best!

I seriously had to laugh at the devil’s attempt. Lately he’s been trying to attack me a lot but it just doesn’t get to me because I can easily identify the signs of his presence. He is no way discreet because he can’t be. Perfection is a Godly trait.

He tried to steal my joy, but I said no no NO :)

I just know some great things are coming to me because thats when the devil attacks, and the hardest… when God is about to bless you & bring you to success. He can’t stand to see God happy or his plans carry out. If you’re not strong & don’t know who you are in God, then you just may be victim the devil claims.

Stand strong & have faith. No one can steal your joy if you don’t let them :)

#ToMyUnbornChild

I find it very crazy how I tweeted this morning about dreaming of “my unborn child” then tonight #ToMUnbornChild is trending. The timing is so perfect that it becomes a “coincidence” (a central theme among my blogs) but I just know that it’s God making me aware of his presence, letting me know he hasn’t left my side and his plan is in the works.

This morning I woke up from a dream that left me sad and confused, rather in shock just like the feelings I was feeling in my dream. Many don’t know but my dreams are like me entering into another realm/dimension of life, sort of like a “what if analysis” of my life projected into my mind as I sleep. Astral projection is what they call it. My dreams are so real, so vivid and so detailed. I’m aware I’m dreaming but at the same time it feels like I’m living it, I just know that my body is paralyzed in sleep but I can feel all 5 senses of this dreamland.

In my dream I had today, I was in a rush heading somewhere but was feeling excruciating lower stomach pains that I’ve had for awhile. I stopped by the hospital and told them I was in a rush and they informed me I needed surgery but would work with my time schedule. I was set to have surgery within the hour.

I remember laying there as they cut away and I’m not sure how but after they dismissed me from surgery with my wounds open, I realized I was pregnant. I think I looked in my belly and was horrified at seeing a head with hair inside of me.

I walked to the secretary with my belly wide open, as I was going to be stitched up an hour and a half later. I told her that I thought I was pregnant and with her poor acting skills, she tried to look at me with concern and say “didn’t the doctors tell you” and I said no. Her face told that she knew there was a major lawsuit coming, and she could read in mine that I knew it too. She then says, with her even faker concern, it won’t make it until then (an hour and a half when the doctors see me to stitch me up) and had the nerve to ask, “is that okay?”. - IS THAT OKAY?!?!?! … Of course it isn’t, the hospital knew I was pregnant but didn’t save my baby and performed surgery on me but while I’m speaking, “it’s” slowly dying.

but … I responded, yeah that’s fine because I was confused, in shock and felt helpless. In my dream I was young, my age of 20, had only had sex once and had no pregnancy symptoms, just pain that wouldn’t leave. I knew I wasn’t ready for a child, and my stomach looked merely bloated, not pregnant at all. I was relieved that I didn’t have a baby to change my life but at the same time I was sad knowing I could have been a parent, I could have had my own flesh and blood created by me, had the hospital not killed it.

A pool of oceans spread over me as I thought back to finding out I was pregnant and not pregnant at the same moment. I was confused, relieved, sad, frustrated, and in shock all at the same time.

As I laid on the surgery table for the second time, I watched the doctors as they pulled my unborn, lifeless child out of me. A baby so beautiful and pure, I held his purple and blue body in the palm of my hands, he was lifeless and gone. I practically watched them toss my baby away, my baby that was no more. The whole 3 hours changed my life for something I had only scars to remember by but afterwards, I went about my day like nothing happened.

It was definitely a crazy dream and the timing with #ToMyUnbornChild trending on Twitter tonight just has me thinking even more.

What scared me even more was my nonchalance to the situation but deep down I knew I felt some hurt, I just masked it from the world like I do everything else.

I love children, but in no way am I ready right now but this dream definitely had me thinking.

It can’t be by accident that our busy paths collide

4 times, unexpectedly, we meet at perfect time

The moment God planned for me

and the moment he’s planned for you

is perfectly timed and perfectly in tune

It’s no coincidence that i see you here 

and i see you there

something so beautifully planned

is no longer sparse and rare

i wait for the days i see you

and the days you message my phone

but running into you is something more beautiful

something I’m sure i dont feel alone

These beautiful 4 coincidences

when we run into each other are fate

it triggers deep inside me

it says to hold on longer and just to wait

Curiously I’m patient to know why these meetings exist

I do think it’s for something beautiful, marvelous and bliss

so as i patiently wait for God to unravel this mysterious plan

I’ll smile at today’s memory of seeing you again unplanned.

The Importance of being Nice

I came across a very depressing blog on here. I was browsing pics and clicked a link. The teenage girl used words like “insecure, depressed, lonely” to describe herself in her bio. The blog was very dark and I just had to get off before it sucked my happiness away. Before I clicked out, a very gruesome pic of slashed wrists glanced back at my eyes and it made me think …

Yes, sad, depressed people do exist. Our minds do not think about what we aren’t exposed to but it’s never a reason to believe it doesn’t exist. I haven’t heard of such things since high school so it completely slipped my mind. 

When we walk in the street, when you pass by others, when you see their face…. you just merely see their face. Remember, you don’t feel their emotions or carry their pain with them. You have no idea who they are or what they’ve been through.

Some people aren’t used to receiving kind words, or compliments, or even having someone sit down to have a decent conversation with them. What they are used to is being ignored and disregarded as if they never existed. How is it possible to make someone feel even more invisible than they do?

Sometimes all it takes is just to stop and observe how others are reacting to their environment, and do something to show that at least one person cares.

You may think that a smile means nothing because you’re so used to receiving them, but some people’s worlds are so dark that they’re praying for any glimpse of light to enter in. 

It costs nothing to be nice, but it makes all the difference. Every chance to speak, is a chance to be nice. It’s a free gift we get to offer others and to some it’s the gift of life. Your smile and kindness can be the difference in someone choosing to live or not, so please please pleeeaase watch your words and carry yourself amiably.

We, as humans, make and break people’s worlds, treat others with the respect and kindness you wish you had.

Caring goes a long ways, with everyone.