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CONNECTING SOUL…

18 Sep

CONNECTING SOULS!

“You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”  
―     C. JoyBell C.

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Soldier

6 Sep

The halls are always dark, and the voices that echo back at me are always brutal but I try to stay strong and move forward. Always staying true to the one voice that always overpowers mine and it’s that of my mother’s saying “Jesus loves you and no matter who fails you, just remember that he’ll never let you down. He is your invincible friend, the one that stays true and constant for eternity.” There were times when those words was more to me than a line my mother used to cheer me up, it was my strength to get back up when I had been spit and beaten upon. When no one wanted me there was this light that constantly emerged into my heart, filling it with love despite the lethal dose of hate I had just experienced. “Life throws us curve balls, mama use to say, sometimes it bends us and twists us before we ever come straight”. Well, my friend, I could tell you personally I had the works done to me, and everything bad one could say about me had been said, but I reminded myself at the end of the day that Jesus loves me,  this I know. I’d experience his everlasting love throughout my journey in juv. I’ve been in prison since I was thirteen; well I started off at a juvenile home, a place where the so called bad kids lived. Well, in my case, I was there for murder, I had a trial but I never went. I wasn’t placed upon a stand to defend myself, that’s what coming from nothing affords you. I was accused of killing Mrs. Greenwood, and I could tell you that I didn’t, but no one ever believes a word that I say out of my mouth. My brother killed her but it was an accident, and I took the rap for it. Only ones who knew the true besides me was Ray, my father, and his wife. They decided without me that my life wasn’t worth anything, and Ray had so much more potential than I did. So I guess that made me better suited for the job. That day was a disaster. I never received the chance to go back to my mother’s house to say goodbye to her, and my father refused to tell her what exactly had happened to me. She never really believed that I was a murderer or I had it in me to commit such a crime. Mona was my father’s second wife and Ray’s mother, and she had it out for me since day one. After the trial was over and I was sent away, my dad and his new family never came to visit me. That hurt more than anything else in the world. For ten years I hadn’t seen my father or received a letter from him. He had completely written me off as his daughter, and kept Ray as far away from me as he possibly could. My first year in juv was hard, I was never a fighter but I had to learn to become one, if not physically, mentally. I took the bait for almost every kid in that place. I could honestly say I didn’t disobey a single order any of the guards gave me except not to answer them. I learned quickly that it was better to keep my mouth shut and be locked away in a cell by myself than to snitch on my cellmates. That kind of mistake could place me in an early grave. Survival was the key in a place like that. Although sometimes I had to ask myself what was I truly fighting to live for? During my five years at juv I spent half of the time in solitary confinement. If an inmate decided that they didn’t want to take the rap for their own wrongdoings, they would plant their drugs on me. My mother came and saw me so many times at juv with my eyes swollen that she started bringing ice bags to help the swelling go down. At a certain point she started befriending the guards so that they could keep an eye on me. I must say that she never left my side. But I could see the tears in her eyes, although they weren’t physically there. It was confusing to her as to why I was in juv and why no one including myself could explain it to her. Why was I accused of murder? I know she must have asked herself a million times why was she fighting for me when I wasn’t fighting for myself. She had to fight for my life when she had lost all control over me. At times I didn’t want to be free because I was just existing. I was a kid for god’s sake thrown into a jungle being forced to fight for my life. Forced to fight against grownups, to prove to them that I could be fixed somehow. For five years I had a counselor talk to me about good and evil and how I could overcome evil by admittances of things I hadn’t done. Michal Williams was a god whole awful woman. I had to say yes to everything that she said to me, because each time I came close to telling her the truth, she twisted it into her own truth. I called that woman a bitch so many times it became a regular part of my vocabulary and indeed she was.  “Kenna, is it going to be a bad or good day today?” She use to say as if I had any control over the days. I didn’t even have control over whether I ate or not. My mind began to zone out after fifteen minutes of hearing her preach to me. Every meeting that I had with Mrs. Williams made me feel worse than before I sat down with her.  She wasn’t a counselor, she was a witch, and she certainly wasn’t there to get me back on the right track. She was there to send me into a mental institution. I fell so far into depression those first couple of years. Mrs. Williams once reported back to my mother that she thought that I was a lost child, but my mother shut her down as soon as she opened up her mouth. That’s one thing about my mother, you couldn’t tell her anything about me or what kind of person you thought I was. She always told me my biggest obstacle in life is realizing that I am as much a part of mankind as anyone else. I know what she told Mrs. Williams must have been harsh because she never approached my mother again with anything negative about me.  Mrs. Williams had me pray before she started any session with me. Sometimes she would get annoyed if I didn’t tell her what she wanted to hear. The truth that I didn’t kill Mrs. Greenwood wasn’t honest enough for her. She used to shout at me, calling me a liar and saying how I would never get out of prison without showing any sign of forgiveness. One time in particular, she had gotten so angry at me that she forced me to stand in the middle of the room on a platform with a doll in my hands.  She instructed me to throw it down then pick it back up about a dozen time. Then she examined the doll. She told me that’s what I had done to Mrs. Greenwood, only I did it by pushing her down the stairs. I was scared after that meeting and happy that it was over as well. I didn’t see Mrs. Williams again until the next week.

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May All Your Prayers be Answered

25 Aug

 
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.
The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God.
However, to determine whose prayers should be most effective, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food.
The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man’s parcel of land remained barren.
After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.
Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.
Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island.  In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island and boarded the ship with his wife.  
Since none of the other man’s prayers had been answered, he considered him unworthy to receive God’s blessings, so he decided to leave the second man on the island.
As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”
“My blessings are a result of my faith and prayers, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the first man answered.  “His prayers were all unanswered and so I figured he does not deserve anything.”
“You are sorely mistaken, and are in great debt to him.”
“How’s that?”  the first man asked.  
”It was his great faith that invoked the blessings, and he prayed that all your prayers might be answered.”
Are our blessings the fruits of our prayers and work alone, or of those of another praying for us?  What (and who) are you praying for?  
With obedience come blessings.  May all your righteous prayers be answered.

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The story of the Butterfly

17 Aug

The Story of the Butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening  appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it  struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole. Then it stopped, as if  it couldn’t go further. 

Butterfly So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors  and snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon. The butterfly emerged  easily but it had a swollen body and shriveled wings. 

The man continued to watch it, expecting that any minute the wings would  enlarge and expand enough to support the body, Neither happened! In  fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around. It was  never able to fly. 

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand: The  restricting cocoon and the struggle required by the butterfly to get through  the opening was a way of forcing the fluid from the body into the wings  so that it would be ready for flight once that was achieved. 

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. Going  through life with no obstacles would cripple us. We will not be as strong as  we could have been and we would never fly.

 

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I Believe

13 Aug


I believe-
That we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
That no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a
while and, you must forgive them for that.

I believe-
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
That it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them

I believe-
That you can keep going long after you can’t.

I believe-
That we are responsible for what  we do, no matter how we feel.

 I believe-
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I believe-
That regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there
had better be something else to take its place.

I believe-
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

 I believe-
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time!

I believe-
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

 
I believe-

That sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.

I believe-
That just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

I believe-
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve
learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.

 

I believe-
That it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

I believe-
That our background and circumstances may have influenced
who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

 I believe-
That just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other,  And just
because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.

I believe-
That you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-
That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

 I believe-
That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.

I believe-
That even when you think you have no more to give, when a 
friend cries out to you – you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

 

I believe-
That the people you care about most in life are the essence of life.
Tell them today how much you love them and what they mean to you.

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unveiling the truth(Redemption)

23 Jul

unveiling the truth(Redemption)

Redemption:

Sissy-Ann Taylor has just witnessed the most horrendous crime that has ever taken place in Leflore, Mississippi. William Mores McKenzie, one of Leflore most outstanding citizens has been shot down in his liquor shop moments before it was set to close. Sissy claims she witnessed Peanut Fitzgerald pulling the trigger, the son of the most affluent banker in Leflore. She has decided to run from the truth, in hopes of saving her own life. While on the run, she escapes into a life filled with torture and abuse. Her sense of reality becomes a blur. She has been knocked to her feet time and time again in the most unthinkable ways. As she manages to overcome one obstacle she’s met by another.

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Be Who you are!

19 Jul

Be Who you are!

“Being who you naturally are is conformation, that your coming into your own” DRS

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