B.A.D. Coalition (Bad, Audatious & Divine)--LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN

Let us inspire one another to GIT GOD'S WORK done. Last night God prompted me to start the BAD (Bold, Audatious and Divine) Coalition. Won't you join me? I'm looking for women. Not whiney,sniveling, pms chained girls. Not 50 year old females that prefer to be called girls cause it makes them feel young. But women. When a boy get's his first extracurricular sprig of hair, he embraces his manhood, even makes everybody call him a MAN, cause he is DE MAN. I shut a group of 4 girls down this week cause I knew I was gonna wretch if they called themselves "girls" one more time. We were aged 32 to 65. I said, "What size bra cup do I have to wear? How many children do I have to have nursed? How many tampons must I have changed, before I am a woman? SILENCE. Utter silence. LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN and this time it wil be led by A WOMAN. (yeah lil Wayne, come and git me)

Lil Wayne

If Lil' Wayne and all that he does and doesn't stand for can capture the masses why can't I. I wanna announce myself as DE BES' INSPIRATIONAL WRITER IN DE WORLD!!! Do ya hear me "carter"??? Come git me!!! And I got yo' lollipop scriptured rat cheer!!! And "carter" it ain't all about BLANG-BLANG!!! It's about what you "BRANG-BRANG!!!" AND...Lil Wayne I got a lil. sompin, sompin for our Katrina. It's called ATTIC OF DREAMS. Come git me lil wayne and BRANG BRANG yo Styrofoam cup cause I'm gonna have my communion glass wid me!!! And all yall out there who will read this and know lil mr. carter, tell him I'm bad, real, real BAD (Bold-Audacious & Divine) Tell him I'm old enough to be his mama's mama--and I ain't skeered! All yall out there in the cyber world tell Lil Wayne to come on--BRANG EET--on behalf of New Orleans--COOOOME OOOOON!!!

KISS, AMERICA, KISS!!!

KISS, AMERICA KISS!!! The writin' is done, the prayers are on. Now I need to get this bad boy published. I have spoken the word into existence. Book in hand is just minor "take no calities". My challenges stem around the understanding that I am a trench woman. I am the doer. My forte is on the mission fields, wiping noses, praying over babies being blinded by pink eye, stumbling up mountain paths to bring plates of food to the blind and severely handicapped.
I am being strangled and derailed by the minutia of monies to self publish again. I am couch potatoed by the challenges of having all of the testimonies written but no stage, podium or audience.
I received a call from the supervisor of one of the orphanages I fed this summer. Telling me they were out of food. But worst of all the children are not crying over hunger, they are in tears because there is no money to hire a teacher this year. There will be no school for 2009-2010. Nine year ago, God asked me to "GOT TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAINS" of His, Love, Mercy and Grace. After discovering 76 abandoned children living on the mountains naked like wild animals God has now called me to "go tell it FROM the mountains."
My prayer this morning was Holy Masterful Father, move, move now in a big way on behalf of your angels on the mountains. And I will give you ALLLLLLLL of the Glory. And lookah, lookah, heah. I open my gmail to find out of the Divinely Appointed blue--an invitation to become apart of Premier Writers. How perfect, because my God is THE PREMIER GOD of all gods.
Yolantha Harrison-Pace