The desk of Savannah J
"From the desk of Savannah J" is a glimpse into who I am; my words, thoughts and ideas on different topics. I welcome your comments and responses. My posts have moved to a new home. Follow my blogs at http://savanaj.wordpress.com Thanks for stopping by!
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From the desk of Savannah J
This past December 18th marked the 15th anniversary of the death of my son or as society refers to him, my step son. He died at the age of 17 as a result of injuries sustained in a car accident. For five long weeks, my now ex-husband and I made the hour and a half drive that it took to visit with him. We would go down on every Friday afternoon after getting off from work and stay until Sunday night. For the entire five weeks that he lay in the trauma unit, he never regained consciousness but remained on life support.
The doctors and nurses did all that they could to save his life but his injuries were too severe. I was told during that time, that my job was to support my husband and be there for him in whatever capacity needed. Now, here in lies the interesting piece; very few people verbalized or even acknowledged, I may be in pain as well.
My (step) son had lived with us along with my birth son. I washed his stinky underwear and socks along with my birth son's. When I cooked, I cooked for everybody. If he needed a ride, or was sick or needed money, I took care of him too. I'm not saying all was rosy and peachy but we were a family, yet my pain rarely acknowledged.
When well meaning family and friends would ask about my (step) son's progress, he was referred to as my husband's son. On occasion when I just couldn't take anymore, I'd correct them and let them know he was mine too. Now, you may be wondering where I'm going with all of this; well, I'll tell ya.
There are many hard working, excellent parenting, self-less step parents out there and we deserve to be acknowledged as a part of our children's lives and not seen as bystanders. When our (step) children hurt, we hurt. When they are happy, we are happy. They are just as much a part of our lives and live as deeply in our hearts as our birth children.
Each December since my (step) son's death I have a difficult time. At the beginning of the month, I find myself sad and crying and although I feel this way yearly, it takes me a minute to figure out what's wrong with me. Around the middle December, just before the anniversary of his death, I reach out to my ex-husband. I phone him and burst into tears at the sound of his voice. We usually don't talk very long; I just need to speak with someone who loved our son the way I did.
There are those who attempt to find the words to say to help me feel better but ultimately, I find myself trying to explain that even though I'm just a step mother, I loved my (step) son as my own. So, it's easier to phone my ex and cry on his shoulder, knowing he understands.
If there is someone in your circle who has been blessed with the role of parenting a child they did not birth, please offer them your support. And know that if God forbid something happens to that child, they will want to be acknowledged as more that just a step mother/father.
Until we meet again, be blessed and Happy New Year!
|Posted by Author Savannah Jackson on December 1, 2011 at 6:00 PM||comments (2)|
From the desk of Savannah J
Good evening family. I have recently been pondering this latest phenomenon among young ladies called twerking or ratcheting. I call it the booty shake. When I think on this, I wonder what possess these beautiful young women and makes them believe they have to bend over for a young man and shake their butts to gain attention. I'm really taken aback when I see them bend over and touch the ground giving full access to something that should be reserved only for a man who truly loves them.
Now, I don't have a daughter but I do have a son and I would be appalled if I knew he was somewhere witnessing this twerking. I won't say, I pray I've raised him better because I know I have; what I will say is, I hope he's heard me. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I must say I believe we've dropped the ball somewhere along the line in raising and mentoring our daughters.
It is imperative that we recapture the attention of our young women and instill in them a sense of pride. But we must remember as we endeavor to minister goodness to their spirits, they are watching us. That being said; ladies we must be the person we'd like for them to be. Gentlemen, you must treat your significant other, mother, sister, auntie, cousin and above all your daughter the way you want her to be treated by another man.
I have a young niece who happens to be a freshman in college and I am very proud of her. I can honestly say because of the way she was treated by my brother from an early age, she has a strong sense of self esteem. She is comfortable being picky about dating and is more focused on her future than finding a 'boy-friend.' Now, please don't get me wrong, I'm by no means saying my family is perfect or beyond failure. I'm just saying, I applaud my brother for doing the best he could in the raising of my niece and now his hard work has paid off.
If our young women were pampered and treated like princesses by their fathers, step fathers, uncles, older cousins, etc, I believe no one in the world could make them bend over and shake their butts. I believe we'd have a whole different spin on dating, marriage and less divorce. I believe we'd have a class of young women who hold themselves in the highest esteem; therefore their young men would.
Please join me in the quest to save our young women by starting wherever you are. Maybe like me you don't have a daughter but you have family and friends. You have neighbors and church members; start there. Be a mentor and example to the young ladies around you. Speak words of encouragement and blessings to them. Take an interest in them and what they have to say. If we begin where we are and use what we have, our little will become much.
Until we meet again family, be safe and God's blessings!
|Posted by Author Savannah Jackson on November 30, 2011 at 1:35 PM||comments (59)|
From the desk of Savannah J
I work night shift in a hospital in my area. We have been getting ready for a visit from the group that certifies hospitals. It's quite an undertaking and there is also much tension in the air; so much so that I even found myself caught up.
As we worked hard to prepare and make sure we were not only polished, but spit shined, I commented to a co-worker, if we stayed ready, we wouldn't have to go through all of this. It's a lot like our homes, if we keep them tidy, we don't have to worry about someone stopping by unannounced. When we keep our cars clean and neat, we don't have to feel embarrassed if we have to give someone a ride unexpectedly. This started me thinking on our spiritual walk.
In reading the Word, it clearly states that we should stay ready for Christ's return at all times. Now, I don't believe God expects us to live in a box in order to accomplish this. After all the Word says, God gives us "richly all things to enjoy." (1 Timothy 6:17) I just think He wants us to live our lives for Him and give our all and in doing this, He will guide us in the way of Holiness and in our spiritual walk.
Staying ready means reading our Bibles so that we have a personal relationship with God. It's spending time in prayer and listening for His voice; being good stewards over our finances and loving others the way God loves us. Of course there is so much more but I believe it begins simply with the a fore mentioned things. We make it so much more complicated than it really is to have a walk with God the Father.
He loves us despite ourselves; He is patient with us and stands ready to defend us at all times. God's Word is the blue-print for us to follow on a daily basis to have a stay-ready relationship with Him. In doing that we stay ready for anything that comes our way. We are ready for spiritual warfare because we have our spiritual armour on. And we have our spiritual amour on because we are prayed up and armed with His Word.
I don't know about you, but I plan from now on to stay ready. I find that thought so much easier than running around like a chicken without a head trying to clean up and prepare for an unexpected visit. Until we meet again, stay ready!
|Posted by Author Savannah Jackson on November 20, 2011 at 7:30 PM||comments (36)|
From the desk of Savanna J.
I recently attended a conference for health care professionals. There were several persons of color in attendance. There was one young lady who was very attractive and "Dressed to the 9's" as my mother used to say. During one of the breaks, I caught her eye and complimented her look. Her reaction surprised me although looking back, I don't know why. She left me feeling and as though my compliment as well as I were insignificant, if you will.
Now, I'm not judging her but after speaking to her, I couldn't help but feel as though I'd been a victim of sistah-hate. You are probably wondering, what is sistah-hate? It's when one black woman snubs or mistreats another black woman for no apparent reason. For years we have struggled with the color line. The honey hued women don't like the mahogany hued women. The ladies with kinky hair look down their noses at the ladies with wavy hair. The saddest part of all is, this has been going on for decades.
When will we as a people stop this behavior and realize God made our race this way. He obviously appreciates art because He uses a pallet with a rainbow in the shades of brown from skin the color of butter to almond to pecan to sweet molasses. And then, there are the mahoganies; burnt, bronzed and polished, like me.
As I think about all of this, I praise God I had a mother who was wise enough to teach me self love and who also helped me develop a love for my complexion. (But more about that later.) I remember as a child being told I would never be accepted into the sorority I wanted to pledge because, I'd never pass the "Paper Bag test." Obviously, my skin is darker than a paper bag.
My sisters, we have to stop with this snubbing and mistreating and back-biting amongst ourselves. Brothers you need to stop as well. I once had a young man tell me to my face, he only dated "Light skinned women." Another after meeting my ex, called me to say, "You like them red like me, huh?" Do you realize the impact statements like that would have on a woman's (or man's for that matter) self esteem who isn't grounded?
When I was a little girl, my mother would stand me in the mirror and say to me "You are Mommy's little brownie." She only bought me dolls who looked like me, and this was in the '60's when it wasn't easy to find Black dolls. She was wise enough to know that I was a dark skinned woman who was going to go through some things because of the color of my skin.
Today as an adult, I love the skin I'm in. Each morning and night, when I spread lotion on my mahogany hued skin, I marvel at it's beauty and thank God He made me who I am. Perhaps today you are struggling with the color-line issue. Maybe you're a victim or maybe you've been guilty of snubbing. Whatever the case, try this with me. As you go about your business, whenever you encounter another sister of color, smile and say hello. Compliment her hair or nails or outfit, even if you get nothing in return. If we all begin in our own circles no matter how small to love on each other, eventually, great things will take place.
Our young ladies will walk with their heads held a little higher. They will know beyond a shadow of doubt that they are worth more than their breasts, hips and thighs. Our men will begin to hold us in the place that we deserve because we hold ourselves there. We will have the love and respect we should have from them, instead of settling. Above all, ladies, the world will see that we are sisters. Remember it starts with a single person.
|Posted by Author Savannah Jackson on November 16, 2011 at 11:25 PM||comments (6)|
From the desk of Savannah J.
Today, I watched a short clip of a man being brutally beaten on a New York Subway because he asked several young men not to spit inside the car. The young ladies who were filming the beating on their cell phone could be heard laughing and cheering the perpetrators on. The gentleman was beaten and kicked in the head for quite a few minutes. What disturbed me most about the situation was the fact that no one tried to help the victim. He attempted to fight back but was clearly out numbered and no match physically for his attackers.
When did we become so calloused and hard heartened that we would stand by and watch someone being harmed and do nothing? And what has become of our society that we are now a people who enjoy watching someone being brutally beaten and find humor in it?!
As I reflect back over what I just witnessed via video, I can only shake my head in disgust and sorrow. Disgust at our calloused hearts and sorrow that we no longer stand up for the weak and sometime innocent. God help us all.
I can only pray that if my son or my niece or nephew ever witness such an atrocity, they will have the guts to step in and do something; even if it's calling 911 on their cell phones instead of filming. I pray the same for myself. Now, I understand that trying to physically intervene may not always be the best solution, but with most of us now owning cell phones, we can at least call for help.
As I prepare to end my day, I plan to take a little longer in my prayers tonight. I plan on having a talk with God and asking His mercy on the young ladies who filmed that violence and laughed instead of helping. And I will also ask the same for the heartless young men who felt the need to beat another human being just because he asked them to be respectful.
I pray that what I've said here will touch you in some way and if you ever find yourself the witness of another person's misfortune, you will find the guts to help. Be blessed!
|Posted by Author Savannah Jackson on November 14, 2011 at 5:35 PM||comments (61)|
I have recently developed unexplained joint pain and for a writer, that is a problem. It all started after my doctor prescribed a certain Cholesterol medicine for me. Well, one of the side effects of the medication is, joint and muscle pain; on a scale of 1 to 10 mine was an 8.
After a couple of visits with my doctors physician's assistant, (P. A.) it was suggested that I have blood work sent for testing. She tested me the first time for Rheumatoid Arthritis, which came back negative but a test which can indicate, Lupus showed positive. Upon my return for yet more blood work, I told her, "I do not have Lupus! This pain is a direct result of the Cholesterol medication." Well, the P. A. insisted that I could not be having aches and pains from the medicine because it was long out of my system and it had to be something else. "Okay, but it ain't Lupus," I said to myself.
I left the office standing on my faith and belief in God that He is still in the healing business. I stood on Isaiah 53:5 which says "By His wounds you are healed." (NIV) I asked Bible believing and loving family and friends to agree with me in prayer. Today, I received the report in the mail with the final results of my tests. The blood work was negative for Lupus! Look at God! He is ever faithful!
Perhaps there is something you are believing God for; perhaps you've been standing for a while. I say to you, never, ever give up! Eh-vah! God still answers prayers. Find scripture which confirms your blessing and stand and I promise you one day soon you too will be shouting, "Look at God!"
Until we meet again,
|Posted by Author Savannah Jackson on November 12, 2011 at 4:35 PM||comments (57)|
Welcome to my blog. For those of you who don't know me, here's a little about who I am. I was born and raised in a small city outside of Philadelphia Pa called Wilmington Delaware. I grew up in the area of Wilmington known as "Little Italy". It was a wonderful place to grow up because I was exposed to many different cultures.
Not only did I experience the rich Italian culture of my neighbors, but the community directly behind mine housed a Greek Orthodox church and neighboring that, was a Hispanic community as well. So, you see I grew to be a pretty well rounded person thanks to my multicultural environment.
I first decided to write when my life took an unexpected turn. To escape the stress in my life at that time, I began to create short stories which later evolved into my first book, "Toward the Light." The sequel, "The Prodigal Son," was written by request.
For those of you who've read my work, you know, I enjoy dropping nuggets of wisdom gleaned mostly from my mother who was one of the wisest women I know. I enjoy entertaining controversial topics as well, which can lead to an interesting discussion during a book club meeting.
If you haven't had the opportunity to read one of my books yet, why not start with my latest release, "Behind Closed Doors." It's sure to keep you on the edge of your seat. But be prepared, as I said earlier, I enjoy controversial topics.