IF I HAD A DAUGHTER

If I had a daughter I would tell her to understand she is a gift from God. I would instill that in her from the day she is born. There would be no competition between us as far as winning daddy’s affections or proving I am the better female. I would tell her there was a time it was considered a curse to have a daughter verses having a son. But that time is over because now the female child can be adored, respected and looked upon as intelligent.

I would tell her to always know she is a unique creation of God and God is something or someone deep in her heart. I would teach her to value this invisible presence at all times and to shield it from the temptations of the world. First and foremost she must always understand that boys are totally different than girls in more ways than just physical. I would let her know each year of her life requires a different understanding of the male species.

First of all, the boy is a hunter and he thrives to satisfy his senses. It is human nature for him to desire to devour her body but it does not mean you should surrender it to him, especially when God is your first love. I would teach her to understand it is normal to feel sensations in her distinguished female areas of her body that the male yearns to touch and explore. But understand this is human nature. This urgency is the continuation of the human species. Know precious daughter it is not your responsibility to give your body away for this natural process. The alluring of the eyes of the beholder and his strong desire to have you is no different than what happens with the animals in the jungle. It is called mating to bring forth life.

True, it appears romantic and magical when you read about it or watch it on TV. This is just a smoke screen to sedate you as your soul, spirit and relationship with God is compromised for a moment of lustful fulfillment. Once the sperm is released, things are never the same because God was not in it and He was put on hold while your self-value is dropped. Before you take off those panties, remember you are not alone. God is there and hoping He is chosen over satisfying the lusts of the flesh of another.

Once you have allowed yourself to become naked before the eyes of a male, you risk the chance of being an instrument for sexual pleasure and never seen as a flower again. The boys share their experiences with one another as though their experience was a just reward for all their efforts for cunning you into his bed. Virginity is special for it represents oneness with God. God has something for you when you wait for your mate and trust Him to choose him for you.

There are other things going on in life for God’s children besides sweating between sheets. There is much to be done in bringing light into a world where God was not considered instead of sex. The outcome is greed, lust, drugs, sexual abuse and hate. All just because one girl, someone’s daughter did not value herself as a child of God. Honor yourself. See the opposite sex as a means to exercise spiritual truth not sexual arousal for the outcome is illegitimate children and a cry for the father to be in their lives. Go in to the world knowing God is with you always. If only someone had told them.

Love is real. It is not based on being wanted and needed. It is based on a silent knowingness that together we can make a difference in this world. My daughter, your most important homework assignment is finding out whom or what God is and living it each day of your life.

By Linda D. Wattley
Author

MOLESTED ANGEL WINGS

As a survivor of molestation, I can honestly say there is a beautiful life after being molested. I remember watching "Woman Thou Art Loose" by TD Jakes. In the movie, the main character, a young female was raped by her mother's boyfriend who took her virginity. Neither her mother nor anybody in her life knew her inner suffering with this experience. That hidden anguish grew to self-destruction.
The movie bothered me from the standpoint that when a man of God counsels this young lady knowing her deep seated anger and offered her no answers and in the end no hope. This was a great devastation for me because the victim ends up shooting the victimizer at the altar in the House of God. People found this to be an excellent movie. I found it to be a preying on emotions and a means of an income dealing with a subject so complex and soul altering that to tamper with it with no resolve was unjust to molested victims needing help. Several years later, I still remember this disappointment.
With this in mind, I want victims, not only molested victims to know and understand there is hope and there are answers. We just have to discover our own path to God. I wrote a book, "LAST DAY OF VICTIMIZATION". This book reveals the soul of victimization and prepares victims and those who love and want to assist in the healing process answers and a real understanding why we are victims. Trust me if you really want to be delivered from your past, it can happen and it will if you consider the possibility it is because you are a child of God therefore you are a target for potential abuse.
Though many people would hate to admit, healing from molestation and many other forms of abuse takes time, lots of time. It is a shifting of gears from low to high with neutral sometimes making us think we are not progressing. I want molested angels all around the world to know you can and will accept your wings of freedom. When it happens you will know it. I remember accepting my wings. It happened in a way that never entered my mind. I owe it to my soul mate. I will ever be indebted to him.
Standing up for one's feelings, needs and desires was difficult for me as a molested victim because that natural choosing was denied me for so many years of my life. I faced the world not acknowledging my true feelings that made me who I am. Instead, the needs, feelings and desires of the ones I loved had precedence over mines; but finally after much trust in God and allowing myself to rise out of my private abyss, I spoke from my soul and risk the chance of disappointing or even losing my soul mate. See in the past, I was hollered at or spanked if I expressed my true feelings. But my day of realizing God has brought me from a long way, I spoke and received my Wings of Healing. Today, I can say: God will restore the years of the locusts. My past can no longer paralyze my presence. To be free is knowing you are AMAZING!

by Linda D. Wattley
Author

The Closet Cove

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The Closet Cove
The Poem that Started it AllBy Terry Reece, Karoderick Reece THE CLOSET COVE THIS Mythical Story was Developed By Karoderick Jamaal Reece, as a "SPIN-OFF" to the Magical Understanding of the POEM, written by Terry "THE WARRIOR" Reece, called "THE CLOSET COVE"! See THE Poem, at the Book's Beginning
Publication Date:
Jan 17 2005
ISBN/EAN13:
1438240562 / 9781438240565
Page Count:
46
Binding Type:
US Trade Paper
Trim Size:
6" x 9"
Language:
English
Color:
Black and White
Related Categories:
Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

THE POEM that Started it All:

THE CLOSET COVE
The 1st page Featured Poem in NOBLE House’s 2005; Theatre of the Mind
By Terry “THE WARRIOR” Reece

I crawled up into the space where no one could see me there.
The woods and the forest were so green;
I can still smell the fresh air.

Nothing quite like the freshness of
the country air, when the fall
Is beginning to come; yet the summer’s not trying to play fair.

Those rustic colors and bright speckles of leaves rustle and
blow through the streets of the woods, like forgotten critters of the element.

I’m flowing, and running and having
So much fun, just listen to the animals as
They watch the glistening sun.

“ShuussHHHH”; that sound is
from the small stream just rolling
along across the rocks and lily
pad beans. Frogs croak a bit, yet,
it’s not their time of day; Not quite
evening yet, as those heated
winds rustle the season away.

Now it’s time to return to the
world of reality. Must go down now,
from this place. This place of the CLOSET COVE, my favorite
place. OK; Here I go! Here I go down from this place!

Here I go, Here I go, Here I go!

©Copyright 1990
By Terry “the Warrior” Reece

THE BEGINNING

Now, “We, the counsel shall come to order.” (Rev. Mitchell was not only over the church, but he was also over the town counsel). “We come together to follow up on the accounts put against Mrs. Debra Johnson.” “Do you, Mrs. Johnson deny any of the accounts put forth against you?” “No, I am who I am!” The counsel begins to whisper amongst themselves. Suddenly one of the counsel members noticed that the witch was not there. As the gentlemen were trying to figure out where the which had disappeared: “But, I shall warn you any harm done to me shall be turned against you and this entire dreaded town.” The counsel reacts loudly. “We should burn the little snake!” “NO, we should hang her from a tree!” The counsel reacted so loudly that it was very difficult for the Rev. to obtain order. “ORDER, ORDER!” Finally, the counsel settled themselves down. “As Mayor and Head of the Holy Church, I and the other counsel members sentence you to death by hanging of tree and fire.”
As the Rev. made these comments something strange happened. All the lights (remember in these times there were only oil lamps and candles) went out for just a few seconds. As the lights came back on, everyone tried gathering themselves. The men ran outside. They saw men, women, and children running about loudly.
The men looked upon the hill and the Witch's home was lit up with light. The skies were filled with clouds as the thunder roared. A boom here and a bang there made the people in the town very frightened. “Is there anything we can do to stop her?” “No, there's not a thing any of us can do right now”. We will just have to wait until Sunday night”. For days the skies were filled with darkness; there was no such thing as light.
Even the nights were frightening, for if you were here in these times, you would not find a single person out in the chaos. Days passed as so did the nights. Day after day, night after night, the storms, the booms, and the bangs continued. Sunday finally came.
All that morning the people gathered supplies, torches, sticks, poles; anything they could find to destroy the Witch. But as you all know, Witches are very intelligent and it is very hard to trick them. So the counsel came up with a plan that would destroy her (the Witch) forever. The plan was to surround the dreaded looking house and overtake the home by going through the doors and windows. Of course they all sat and waited till nightfall when they felt that the “Lord's help” would be at it's strongest.
Finally the time had come. As they walked up the hill, they began to say the Lord's Prayer in unison. Some were silent while others were very loud, for each individual did what it took to get him or her by. When they reached the awful looking home of the witch, the Rev. said one prayer and then calmly yelled loudly for the witch to open her door. There came no answer from the witch. While they were trying to get her to open the door, the witch stared out the window preparing to do total damage to all those who stood outside her home.
Now I will not tell you the things she said and the rituals she spouted because if I did, then this book probably would not last on the market. I will tell you this; the things she said would make a blind man see.
Back outside, the counsel called twelve men up front with a very large battering ram to knock down the witch's door. Silence overcame everyone and all you could hear were the voices shouting “ONE, TWO, THREE”. Suddenly the door or the house was knocked down and the entire town was inside of the witch's home. All over, you ??? upstairs looking for the witch. If I were to say that no one was afraid, then I would be ??? Yet they still kept going.
Then as they marched down the hallways of the house, they all saw a big cloud of smoke come up out of nowhere. Someone yelled, “ Look out” and as someone said this, an old man was pushed out the way of a falling wooden panel board from the roof. The old man yelled loudly. “The little wench is mine”! No one paid the little man any attention because he, of course, was running off at the mouth. But if there was anyone there whom was not afraid and if there was anyone present with a heart, it was the old man.