Kim Porter – A Woman Gone Too Soon

 

First let me say that my prayers are with the family, especially the children of Kim Porter. She passed away a few days ago at the age of 47. Her smile lit up every photo and her sweet spirit entered a room before she did. Those are words I’ve seen many, many, many people posting about her even before her death. I’ve always enjoyed seeing photos of Kim with her family, especially those with her four children and the other children who were like surrogate kids to her that were birthed by her lifelong long, Sean “Diddy” Combs. He himself has called her his soulmate and I truly believe that. They may not have made it work as a monogamous couple, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t the kind of love between them that many long to have even a small portion of in their lives.

As I’ve been reading posts and comments about Kim, I’ve noticed, mostly black women, have commented that they find it disrespectful to call Kim a baby mother, mother of Diddy’s children, so on and so on along those lines. They are angry that there isn’t more of a focus on who she was, a model, an actress. I don’t feel that way. Though I agree that Kim was an actress and a beautiful model, I believe what she wanted to be known for most was her love for her four children. That is evident in every picture she took with them, in every statement she made publicly where she always spoke first of her love and dedication to her children. That is what I admired about her most. Yes, with her beauty, she was magic in front of any camera – just look at photos of her. The movie and photo camera loved her. What I believe she took pride in most was how she balanced loving not just her children, Quincy, Christian, D’lilah and Jessie James, but also Justin and Chance, children he had with other women. No one knows how hard or easy accepting other children into the fold is, but she rocked it, even if some of it was for the cameras, which I do not believe. I believe in her heart, she genuinely loved children, even those that were not hers.

I don’t think it’s disrespectful for the way some people want to remember her is that she was the mother of four beautiful children before they throw out credit for the ‘work’ she achieved and accomplished in life. She didn’t put anything, movies, modeling, etc, before her children. She made sure she was their biggest and most visible supporter in anything they wanted to do. She cared for, loved, adored, cherished, doted on, treasured and gave them the spotlight over her taking the spotlight. There can be no doubt that her kids were her first and only priority and that should be praised. I saw a post that asked people wouldn’t you want to be remembered for more than just being someone’s mother or the mother of someone’s children? That’s a large question to ponder, but ponder it, I did and here is my take on my own life and how I want to be remembered:

I love that I’ve done some incredible things in my life so far and I pray that God grants me the chance to continue to build on those things. A week ago, I celebrated 30 years on my job and I have been proud of the work I’ve done over the years, especially my work in doing my part to see that Medicare beneficiaries get the resources they need in order to live good, healthy lives. I am most proud of my Medicare Fee For Service work. I’ve turned myself into an author of, at this moment, 40 romance novels which include, sweet romance, steamy romance and erotic novels (these no one even knows I have these because they are under a pen name), 2 inspiration novels and 5 compilation projects. I’m working on script writing for television and movies. I’ve started my own independent book publishing company. I’ve founded a non-profit which I will finally stand up the way it should be later next year with a kickoff gala in August 2019. I have material things, I travel and plan to do a lot more. I’ve become someone who is now on other people’s radar when it comes to my take on writing and publishing books. I’m spending a lot of time honing that craft and I see the benefits day after day. I hope to one day be what one of my friends calls, “ShondaRhimes2.0”. I love that she calls me that and it makes me proud that friends see my potential. All that and so much more is great, but it’s not what’s important to me. What is you ask?

There is this song that goes, “may the work I’ve done, speak for me.” I have always loved the lyrics and I love that small passage. I look at the work I’ve done as the work in looking after my parents and having a heart to help someone else. I am not perfect and I’m far, far from it. There are days where I am ashamed to admit I still carry hate in my heart for certain things and certain people, but God tells me that He’s glad I’m open to allowing Him to work on me in that area of my life. I’ve come a long, long way, but God is not through with me yet. I haven’t always been the best daughter or the best mother and there were times I don’t even think I was trying to be. I was selfish and only wanted what was best for me. I’m so glad my thoughts and priorities changed and as I said, God has His work cut out, but He’s done great things in my life that have made me take a second, third and fourth look at what is most important.

Getting back to that question of what is it I would like to be remembered for one day. It’s not if I publish a hundred novels, go on to write major network movies or television shows or one day win some of the biggest honors in the entertainment industry. It’s not that I gave many, many years as a public servant or that I had more material things than I needed. How I want my obituary to be crafted has nothing to do with any of that. I want the only words to be that my parents knew how much I loved them because my priority is making sure they’re good. When God said, ‘ honor thy mother and thy father’, He meant that and I stand on that every single day. When people speak of me, I want them to say that I was the daughter of John and Barbara, the mother of Chynae, sister of Brian and John, III. I want them to say that I dedicated a large portion of my life to them. When pictures are shown of me, I want them to be of me with family, smiling and having a good time. I don’t want shots of awards or pictures of book covers or anything that dives into achievements that have nothing to do with my love for my family.

I understand some women who say that Kim Porter was much more than a mother to her children and she should be know for more than being the once love of Sean “Diddy” Comb’s life, but I believe she would love to be known for both of those before anyone worried about what her career was. Not everyone is worried about fame and fortune and making sure people associate your name with that. If that is what makes the world go round for some people, then I say do you, but don’t think for a second that if Kim was asked how she would like to be remembered first and foremost, she wouldn’t smile with that big bright smile she was known for, look at each of her children, including the bonus children, gleam over a Diddy and then tell the world, her desire is to be remembered for the woman who gave life to four beautiful children who will always know that even when she’s not around, she loved them with everything in her and before they remember anything else about her, remember her love for them was her priority.

I celebrate you Kim because your children will live their lives knowing your love, support and devotion to them is why they will one day, after they cry and mourn until their hearts are full, smile and laugh at the good fun times. They will look at pictures and remember every second of their lives because you made sure it was captured. They will forever miss you, but you live on in each one of them. You taught them what it meant to love and to do it unconditionally because that’s how you loved them. I’m happy that when I see stories about you, they say that you were the devoted, loving mother of four before they say anything else. There are so many children who wished they had parents who showed you the kind of love you showed your children. Take our rest knowing you loved so openly that people will flock around your children to make sure they will never be without the kind of hugs and kisses you bestowed on them without caring who was looking.

One day, I want someone to say that outside of everything I may have accomplished, my parents, my daughter and my brothers knew that I loved them and I would do anything in this world in order to keep a smile on their faces. Family first, everything else is secondary.

Cheryl

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New Romance Novel Release – When I Think of You

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When you love what you do, it flows naturally and that’s how writing is for me. I love writing about love, I love thinking about love, I love – LOVE! In my latest romance novel, there are 318 pages of nothing but pure love – not a lot of drama, no questioning of real love vs. fake love – it’s all about love. For this novel, I wanted to focus on a man, Leo Westmoreland, unlike the men in most of my novels. I usually try to appeal to women readers who love stories of well off men who have money, power and prestige and therefore, making them more of a match for the kind of man they want. This time, I chose to focus on a regular, working, 9 to 5 type of guy and in fact, Leo has three jobs to make ends meet. His purpose in life is to make sure his mother, who had been abused for years by his father, and his two brothers were able to accomplish their goals and live successful lives. He made a promise to his mother that if she walked away from her abuser, he would always take care of her and make sure she could survive without the need to stay in an unhealthy situation. He was seventeen at the time, but mean every single word. Twelve years later, he’s holding to that promise even putting his own dreams on the back burner to give his family what he could. Like a few men I’ve talked to, he’s been in relationships that haven’t gone well because he turned out to be the regular run-of-the-mill guy and women want more from the start. They want a brother who’s ballin’ and can provide them with a lifestyle they don’t want to go out and seek for themselves. Leo tried to show women that there was more to him and other men besides how deep their pockets were, but he always came up against the same type of gold-digger. The day Leo met Raquel, there was something about her that he could turn away from. He had a feeling she had high expectations and from the start, he had reservations about what they would have in common. Little did he know that Raquel had money, power and prestige of her own, achieved through hard work.

Raquel had endured her share of men who were her equal and had deeper than deep pockets, but she found what she wanted the most was a man who would love her enough from his heart that deep pockets wouldn’t matter – hers or his. She was tired of being used, cheated on and taken advantage of. When she met Leo, she felt something in her heart that told her there was more to Leo than just his good looks. Once they had that first late night date at a diner, she had no doubt Leo would be the kind of man she’d longed for and she went into the relationship with her eyes and heart wide open, ready to focus on the love and nothing else.

I love this story much more than others I’ve written because I’m a true believer that if we look beyond material needs and what someone could do for us, we would find what someone can be for us and that could lead to a forever kind of love.

Check out Leo and Raquel’s story and discover real, true love comes from the heart.

Happy reading!

Cheryl

Black Love is Real!

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I woke up one morning a few months ago and for once I could remember my dream. That doesn’t happen often, so I was excited. I jumped up from the bed, grabbed a pen and paper and started writing like crazy. My mind was working faster than my fingers could go. I don’t know why I didn’t head to my computer, but it was on another level of my house and I didn’t want to lose what I could remember.

The night before, I was in a group chat on Facebook and women were talking about how much their men loved them and all they ways they prove it everyday. It was refreshing to read their posts because a lot of times men get a bad rep and in particular, black men. I’ve seen people who say that so many black men grew up in homes without fathers that they never saw their mother getting the royal treatment by a man and from that, they never learn how to really love a woman. Do I think that’s true? Absolutely not.

Any man can love when it’s in his heart to do so. If a man cheats does that mean he doesn’t love their woman? No, I don’t believe it does. Recently, there was speculation that Kevin Hart cheated on his wife and when he gave a public apology on social media, that was his way of deflecting responsibility for the fact that he didn’t mess up, he made a conscious choice to do whatever he felt the need to apologize to his wife and children for. That’s between Kevin Hart and his family though he made us all a part of it because he took it to the internet. Whatever he did, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love his wife or that he doesn’t know how to love her. Whatever he did, I can equate to disrespecting and dishonoring his wife, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her.

Black love is something special. I say that because I’m black and I can’t account for love for a race that I have no experience being. I believe in love and I believe that no matter what anyone has gone through in life, if you want real love, don’t stop until you find it or until it finds you. The love between a black man and a black woman goes back to a time in our history when our men had to stand by and watch white men rape and molest our women during slavery. They had to deal though they were broken. When they had a chance to love their women, they loved them deeply because they know what our women had to experience every day.  As centuries go by, that deep love is still there because of the past and history of our women. Even today, our women still have to struggle to be taken seriously and seen as equals, so when a man encounters a black woman and sees her out here doing everything in her power to survive, he should want to love her and be that rock she needs at the end of the day. There is nothing like coming home to a man who loves you unconditionally. There are other options out there, but seek out that love that is all about you everyday, all day.

I tried to tell a story of unconditional love in my new book, “Black Love”. In this story a woman loves a man with all that’s in her only to find that on her wedding day, he doesn’t show up. He is, in fact, away on a romantic trip with another woman. The bride-to-be was so hurt that a year later, when a real, good man wants to love her like she should be loved, she can’t let herself let go of her past treatment. She’s afraid she doesn’t know how to give and receive love because her heart is still broken. The hero of the story is a patient and loving man and he knows that all it takes is a little time and patience because a black woman, a good black woman is a delicate specimen and if he’s lucky enough, she’ll want him and will be open to letting him treat her right. Invest in real love and in this book, “Black Love” and experience what its like when a man really loves a woman and he does it, unconditionally!

Love matters, especially black love – it’s real love!

Happy Loving!!

Cheryl  www.amazon.com/author/cherylbarton      www.cherylbarton.net

Pay Attention to Your Wife

Love on Top New Cover 72617b“Pay Attention to Your Wife,” were words spoken that carried a powerful punch for Brandon King in “Love on Top” a new romance novel. This romance novel is an example of much of what we see and read about these days. It starts out wonderfully with Brandon King finding the woman of his dreams and there is no doubt in either of their minds that they were meant to be. One day Brandon’s wife, Dakota, discovers life isn’t exactly what she thought it would be. After being married for eight years, having two children she adored and her husband’s extremely successful career as a business man, she hoped that they wouldn’t lose sight of each other along the way, but that’s exactly what happened. Brandon’s success turned into even more success and that led to him being away from home and distance grew between him and the love of his life. He’s becoming an absentee husband and a father who sees his kids less and less and his business grows bigger and bigger. Dakota, not wanting to become a woman who complains tried to give Brandon the benefit of the doubt because he was taking care of his family. To her, marriage was more than just taking care of the family. It was also about taking time with family.

How many times have we seen marriages end because not enough attention is spent on one spouse or the other. We live in a society that tells us to make more money because that’s the key to happiness. In the interim, while that’s going on, there’s the possibility that love is being sacrificed. Brandon was busy making more money that his attention to his wife began to suffer and he took for granted the fact that she’d be there. It wasn’t until he stood on the outside and overhead men talking about how lonely his wife appeared to be. Though she tried to tell him that on several occasions, it wasn’t until he stood back and took a good look at his life and realized he was fighting hard to make his businesses bigger and better, but he wasn’t giving the same attention to making sure his home life was everything it was supposed to be.

Fight after fight doesn’t appear to get them anywhere, so Brandon has a better idea. He wants his wife to know that she means more to him than anything about business and rather than spend time with a lot of words of promises to do better, he’s going to show her that he values her and their love and he’s ready to put his love for her where it belongs; he’s ready to put their “Love on Top”.

Enjoy Brandon and Dakota’s story of never taking love for granted ever again.

 

Bachelor Not For Sale

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Well, he might be for sale if he wasn’t Duron Knight. If you love sexy romance novels, feel free to check out this excerpt from my first novel, “Bachelor Not For Sale”. This is book 1 of the Bachelor Series and still my favorite!

After sitting through his last briefing of the day with his partners and one of their new clients, Duron couldn’t get his mind off of the woman who occupied his thoughts day and night.  It was still pretty early in the day and he didn’t have anything else that was a priority as he felt a pull to see Taija.  He knew she was busy at the office and he hoped she wouldn’t mind his stopping by.  He knew from the many conversations they’d had about her transition to the job in Atlanta, that she had been under a lot of stress lately.  She was enjoying the job, but it was a lot more challenging than her previous one. 

He left his office and took the short drive to her office.  

“I’m here to see Taija Charles,” he said to the guard in the lobby of her office building as soon as he arrived.

“Sure, sir. Take the elevators to your left to the eighth floor. The receptionist on that floor will show you to her office.”

Duron thanked him and added a little more pep in his step as he made his way to the elevator that would take him to Taija. 

When he reached the receptionist, who alerted Taija to his presence, he was escorted to her office where she sat behind her desk, finishing up a phone call.  He liked that she smiled brightly when she saw him enter.  When she completed her call, she got up and came around to greet him with the kind of kiss that he had come to enjoy.  He also noticed that she was in her workout gear, not work attire.

“Is today dress down day at work or something?” he asked.

Taija looked down at herself, noticing she still had on gym clothes.  She’d had a free morning and due to much stress at work, she’d decided to work out at the gym on the lower level of her office building.  When she returned to her office, she’d spent time returning phone calls and had yet to go into the adjourning bathroom in her office to shower and change back into her work clothes.

“I went to work out this morning after a stressful meeting and haven’t showered and changed yet.  I was just about to when you arrived.  So what brings you by today?”

Duron pulled her closer to him loving the feeling of having her in his arms.

“I wanted to see you and to also see if you wanted to partake in an afternoon delight of lunch with me.”

Taija loved how spontaneous Duron could be and she noticed a hint of a little something extra in the way he said lunch.  Her body tingled thinking of the possibilities those words and the new smirk on his face could mean.  Over the past several weeks that they had been seeing one another, she had experienced his spontaneity on more than a few occasions and the outcome had always been more than she could ever have imagined.  She decided to play it cool and not be too eager to show him how much she wanted to do lunch with him and little something more. She gathered herself before responding.

“Of course.  Lunch would be wonderful.  Let me get out of these sweaty clothes, grab a shower and I’ll be ready to go.”

Duron watched the sway of Taija’s hips as she made her way to her adjourning shower.  His thoughts turned back to one morning a few weeks back when he entered his bedroom and Taija had been in the shower.  He wanted to join her then, but she had just turned off the water and gotten out.  The sight of her always turned him on and seeing her today was like seeing her for the first time.  His body’s response to her was instantaneous.  He wasn’t sure if Taija noticed how his body hardened the moment she came into his arms, but he knew of only one way to quench his body’s thirst for her.

He heard her turn on the shower and wondered how adventurous he could get her to be.  Without hesitating or second guessing his constant desire for her, he walked over to her office door, told her secretary that Taija asked if she could hold all of her calls.  When her secretary smiled at him, knowing his intent, she acknowledged as he closed and locked the door.  He wanted Taija bad and he wanted her now.  He began taking off his own clothes as he headed for the bathroom shower to join her. 

Check out “Bachelor Not For Sale” at http://www.cherylbarton.net, on http://www.amazon.com and on http://www.bn.com.

Happy, Sexy reading 🙂

Cheryl

What You Really Want

I haven’t met anyone who can read minds, at least I don’t think I have. If I ever do, I’d like to prance that person around, passing by people and picking out those I’d like to take a look into their thoughts. What are they really thinking? What do they really want? Knowing your want is easy even if you don’t share them with another soul, but knowing someone else’s is a totally different story. We often assume we know what someone else wants because we like to believe whatever we want has to be the same as someone else, but that’s not always true.

Back in 2013, I wrote my first book, Bachelor Not For Sale, and I was excited. Who knew I could write anything? Well, I did because whatever you want to do is in you. It may be buried deep and you may have to wait until the desire surfaces in order for you to follow the path that leads to it, oh, but it’s still there. When I wrote that book and then two others (A Designed Affair & A Perfect Combination) making them books 2 and 3 of that series, I had in mind a series about men who were fine, successful, rich and highly sexual. I wanted those things to be what my male characters would consider the most important things in life to them. I loved writing ‘The Bachelor Series’ and thanks to readers, I have appreciated all the feedback and love for Duron Knight and his two friends, Michael Bailey and Tyrone Davis. Those men led the lives of bachelors that some men only dream about, but in the end, they found women who made them reevaluate their lives and discover that love was more important than lust. Is that so, you ask? Yeah, it is so, but the path was paved with a lot of lust and great sex! Women, I know you can relate because though we’d all love to find that man who will love deeply and love us for life, we know we want that great sex and these guys brought that. Then there was book 4, “Love at Last”, in the series which I just released and all that changed.

Brian Knight is the brother of Duron Knight from the first book in the series, “Bachelor Not For Sale”. He is totally different than his brother who took pride in beating his chest to celebrate the number of women he’d bedded. Brian, on the other hand, was different. He had his share of casual relationships, but deep down, he only wanted ‘The One’. He wanted to love until it made him think of nothing, but that woman who would make his world complete. He was the brother that wanted to find a woman to give his heart to and let that love and intimacy create a world where she was his main priority and even if he was approached by a different beautiful woman each day, his love for that one woman would be so strong, he would only have eyes for her. Brian knew that the ultimate passion came with giving his all to the right woman. He never planned on going to a football game and finding the love of his life.

Brian met his equal while at a football game and he thought his life was perfect until a day came when she didn’t want to see him anymore and he didn’t get an explanation of why. to him, their relationship was perfect. He had been her first, teaching her all the pleasant and delightful places on her own body that brought her the most satisfaction when she was kissed, touched, massaged and made love to. He enjoyed not just her body, but the whole experience of being with her and then she was gone.

Sherry Braxton, though younger than Brian by several years, thought that she’d found the perfect man who treated her like a queen until an overheard conversation caused her to run away and stay away. It wasn’t until after, that she discovered she was pregnant with Brian’s child. She was hurt and felt betrayed by him and never told him about the baby. Somehow, he found out and she looked up and who was standing before her? Yup, it was Brian all the way from Atlanta now in Baltimore looking for an explanation and falling in love at first sight when he saw his daughter for the very first time. What ensues next is Brian and Sherry struggle with deep-rooted feelings that never went away. They dance around the love they still feel while focusing on Brian’s relationship with is daughter. Something else was in play and it was the kind of love no one should ever walk away from; it was that kind of love that people wait a lifetime for. Brian knew it from the start and knew that Sherry was the love of his life. He let her slip away once, but if it’s up to him, he won’t make that mistake a second time. Brian wants love and he only wants it with one person, Sherry Braxton. Can he finally have a love that lasts a lifetime? Can he now have love at last? Check out my new release and find out if that’s what’s in the cards for him.

 

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The Death of a Powerful Man: Bishop Eddie Long

long Yesterday I was sitting in worship service and my cellphone vibrated and when I checked, it was a news highlight that Bishop Eddie Long had passed away. I didn’t know if it was true or not, so I took a few minutes and checked a few other sites and sure enough, he had died sometime early Sunday morning. I shared that information with my parents who I was in worship service with and both had a look of total surprise on their faces; I did not. I’m no psychic, able to foretell coming events, but the last time I set eyes via the internet on Bishop Eddie Long, he didn’t look well. At that point, while others checked out the same photos of him that I had seen, I saw a lot of social media posts about what could have been the cause and I remained quiet. I had read stories over the past several years about possible indiscretions regarding Bishop Long and again, I didn’t comment and I decided to not play judge or jury because it wasn’t my place and its not anyone else’s place either. It is our place to pray for a family who has lost a loved one. It is our place to pray for a congregation that is now in mourning over the loss of a man they didn’t hold judgement against. Despite what the headlines had been saying over the years, some did what the Bible said and they prayed and forgave in order for them to be able to move on and continue the work of the Lord. Isn’t that what churches are supposed to do? Its what I thought.

I’ve never been to New Birth in Atlanta, but I had heard about all of the great things they were and are doing for the community. A lot of that started with Bishop Eddie Long and his heart for the people. The things I could see and witness are the only things I am able to give response to. Those crimes he was accused of committing happened behind closed doors and what it did was pit one man’s story against another. People chose who they wanted to believe in based on what they read in the media as if they were actually there and saw it happen. Now, I’m not proclaiming guilt or innocence and I don’t know everyone involved stories, but I don’t need to know. All I need to do is pray for the situation and pray for healing of those involved. Social media though, has allowed people to become judge and jury and as their opinions spread, so do lies that then are exacerbated to the point that someone in another state or country reading the stories on the internet become angry, vengeful and yes, judgmental. I, again, chose not to take that route. I could have an opinion about what I read and share it on the internet helping to fuel the fire of anger that spread across the world. I didn’t because in the quiet of my own space, I prayed that God would heal a people; heal a nation. This wasn’t the first of this kind of story and it wouldn’t be the last. Throwing social media stones at a situation that I’m not involved with or getting angry at the church over it would not be the best decision. I didn’t want to carry hate or hurt in my heart about another person’s dilemma; trust, I have enough of my own issues going on  that I don’t need to focus on someone else’s and I believe we all do.

Bishop Long may have had issues and personal demons, but who doesn’t. Is it our place to judge and jury? No. Lots of people benefited financially from the settlement, but did it take the hurt and pain away? No. Are those who are in leadership positions in churches perfect people without demons and vices? No. Is Bishop Long’s death some sort of karma coming back on him to extract a price for his wrongdoings in life? No. None of us knows what karma looks, feels or acts like. We’re going by what we think and not by what we know. The bottom line is, Bishop Long was a man with a title, held high up on a pedestal and if it were you or I, people would gasp at our secrets as well and then judge and jury us. I believer in God’s Word and I believe that He is the only TRUE judge and jury and I don’t care what any court says. In the end, God will have the final say when we all stand in judgement alone to answer for what we’ve done in our lives from the day God breathed life into us, until the day he took that last breath away and said your will is now done. The life Bishop Long led is more than the bits and pieces we all know about, not personally, but through the words we read on the internet, in a news or magazine article. I understand he did some great things to help where no other help was on the horizon.

There were recipients of cars, houses, bills being paid, prayers and words of comfort that none of us no all about. Those are the deeds of a powerful man. I have had struggles in my life and though I didn’t turn to a church for help, I turned to my parents who have always been there with their trusty safety net. Because of them, I made it through and because of Bishop Eddie Long, there is another person someplace who survived and can proclaim they made it because of his helping hand, words of encouragement and whispers of prayer. Anyone who can touch a life and provide a need is a powerful person and that, too, was Bishop Long. I’m not condoning anything he did in his private life, but we don’t have access to that other than what we hear about third, fourth and fifth-hand. I could believe those or I could believe him, but I chose to not do either. I chose to mind my business, let those people handle their business and in turn, I sat back and prayed that they would all survive and get back some semblance of life. If not, there are other powerful people that God has raised up in the form of doctors and counselors and it is my prayer that those who need it will take advantage of it and begin to heal. There is a lot of healing that needs to take place and it’s not a time to throw stones at a man who is no longer here to see and hear it. Who is left are his wife, children and congregation and what they need from us most right now is their prayers. Pray that his wife finds comfort in knowing that God knew what was best. Pray that she is comforted knowing that her husband of many years is no longer in pain. Pray that she has the strength to comfort her children who lost their father. Did you not have a father that you wished could be around you to console you, place his arms around you, give you advice, smile at you, laugh at your jokes and love you with all of his heart? His children did and right now, they don’t need people playing judge and jury about what their father may have done; they need a people who understand what it means to lose someone and can offer words of comfort and prayer as they go through. There is a congregation that despite the cloud that hung over Bishop Long for years, they still believed in him because they believed that God uses all kinds of people to bring His Word to the masses and in this situation, He used New Birth and Bishop Eddie Long. We may not like what we have read, but were you there? If not, pray for those who were. Find compassion for the situation for everyone involved and not get excited over your chance to jump on a bandwagon of vile words and hatred. You may not have had Bishop Long’s issues, but there are issues and if there was a spotlight shown on the skeletons in your closet, I hope you would want to find comfort in a world of people who understand that none of us are perfect. We al have problems and I’m sure, so did Bishop Long.

Problems or no problems, it didn’t take away from the fact that some people did and still do consider Bishop Long a great and powerful man. He may have done wrong, but he also did good and if one life was blessed because of the life he led, then he did what the Lord told him to do. I know I go about my life everyday and there are things that I do that don’t glorify God and His plan for my life and the lives around me, but I try and that’s all each of us can do. While some sit around and persecute Bishop Eddie Long, someone else is saying a prayer of thanks because they lived another day not starving, not out in the cold or jobless, unable to feed their children. If in your life you touch one person and because of you their lives changed for the better, then I consider you a great and powerful person because you made at least one positive difference. Through his good and his bad, Bishop Eddie Long did that and for that, I consider him a powerful man. I choose to let God deal with the wrong Bishop Long may have done in life and while I can still pray, my prayers go up and out for the family, congregation and friends he left behind. They are the only ones who are left to deal with the aftermath of his passing. I don’t know what he died from and I don’t care. What I do know is that there is a large group of people who need my support and prayer today and I choose to give that instead of spreading hatred because there is already enough of that going around.

Peace!

Cheryl

http://www.cherylbarton.net