Blogging Journal Week 2

Happy Thursday!

What a difference a week makes! I'm humbled by the amount of support and encouragement I've received over the last week. There has been an abundance of comments for each post, Facebook shares/messages, emails, text etc. Thank you, I have such gratitude. So many people have shared how inspired they are from my post and I just thank God for it.

In my first blogging journal I spoke about how lost and confused I was at blogging. I haven't made it to the finish line of understanding, but I do have a much better handle on what I'm doing. Not to mention I've had at least three people reach out to me, unprompted, offering their direction and assistance. How amazing!

What's next you ask? More research of course... I will continue to figure this thing out. Once I have a good amount of information under my belt I'm going to either blog or vlog "How to Start a Blog from Start to Finish" in hopes of helping someone else. Now let's hope if I decide to vlog it won't be rocket science like this blogging seems to be. Lol.

Danelle

What do you choose ?

I was watching TV and Tina Campbell said exactly what my heart feels. "If there’s anything I can say or share to help someone not be trapped in the prison of their brokenness, that's death and I want you to live."

Both of my parents were dead by my eighth birthday. My father died when I was just a toddler and I guess because I was so young and have no memories of him it didn't impact my life like the death of my mother. I remember like it was yesterday.  I woke up with extra peep in my step that morning, it was my sister’s birthday and her teacher was allowing me to join her class to share in her birthday festivities. We woke up singing and laughing and dressing for school excited about what the day had in store for us. We couldn't wait to eat breakfast because with every passing task we were closer to our bus ride to school. Mom was still in the hospital so we ran past my big brother in the living room and across the hall to Granddaddy's for breakfast like we had the last few mornings. After ringing the door bell and knocking a few times the door opened to darkness. Granddaddy asked us to take a seat as he mumbled the words that I allowed to manifest years of brokenness in my life; “Your mother is deceased.” I was seven I'm not sure I even knew the meaning of the word, but I knew I was never going to see my mommy again.

When we returned to school after the funeral I slept through class for weeks, when questioned by the teacher my excuse was I just lost my mother. As I got older I developed a sense of hatred for my Aunt and Uncle, the people that was now filling in as my parents. I acted out at home and at school and my excuse was always “I lost my mother.” I was an orphan so I had such a hard time with developing healthy relationships of all types. I used my boyfriend and the fornication we shared to fill a void. I had my daughter when I was just 18 because I needed that mother daughter bond I lost 11 years earlier. It wasn't until my late 20's that I allowed God to heal me from that brokenness. I miss my mother and I still cry sometimes, but I now choose to live in the abundance of life and not in the brokenness.

Please don't get me wrong, with a tragedy of that magnitude it's okay to hurt, cry and have a broken heart, but the word of God says "Joy comes in the morning." Joy in the morning doesn't mean that you never think about that person or that tears wont linger, but it means you won’t LIVE in that place of brokenness. When you live in brokenness it's not living at all. The passing of my mother didn't only temporarily break my heart, but it broke me. For years I was operating in that place of anger and brokenness and I missed out on so much that life had to offer. 

 So yes I am an "Orphan," but then again I'm not. I've never seen the inside of an orphanage, I have family that loves me unconditionally and though my mother and father aren't physically here, I can say God saw fit to give me two fantastic parents who I love dearly. Yes I made some wrong turns along the way, but  the word tells us"God works out everything for the good of those that love him". "Being trapped in the prison of your brokenness is death, don't you want to live?"  

Danelle

Blogging Journal Week #1

Hey Everyone!

April 2, 2015, I posted my first blog on BlogSpot; you couldn't tell me I wasn't on my way to the top. I contacted my entire family, all of my close friends and my social media followers and shared the link requesting their support and feedback.

The biggest let down so far has to be the lack of support. I guess the way I see it, this is a free request I'm making, yes it does take five min of your time and as much energy as it takes to send a text, but the lack of support was really discouraging.  Let down #2; has to be how confused I am about this whole process. I haven't figured out how to connect with others, and that's the whole purpose of this. My blog settings seem to be incorrect and the format is just not right. I request that people follow me, but truth is I can't find the follow me button myself. Lastly, well not really last but to tell you everything would take forever, I of course want to monetize my blog and I'm lost in the desert with that. I see peoples YouTube with directions on how to financially support my own Blog, but it's almost like a mirage because the very next video tells me not to listen the last video and do it their way.   Needless to say, by now I have pulled out every last strand of hair from my head……the good news is….I can start my natural hair transformation now….lol.

I'm done ranting for now. I don’t want to give the impression that my entire experience thus far has been all bad.  God has been connecting me with strangers that have offered me assistance. I do have some family & friend support, but i understand the others are a bit busy right now. I'm sure they will get with the program soon enough. Everyone who has read seems to be inspired and have encouraged me to continue.

What's next you ask? More research of course, I don't give up that easy. I will figure this thing out and when I do I will be a wealth of information at your service.

Danelle

The Beginnig

If I were to hash-tag my life at this very moment it would state, "Creation waits on me to finally realize and take my place, the place where I belong." Situations and circumstances fall into place when you are where you are supposed to be. I have finally realized that and I'm in the process of taking my proper place without being given a road map or directions from start to finish just allowing God to be my GPS. My name is Danelle Jupiter and I would love for you to walk with me through this journey.

For years my mind, heart and soul wanted to share my story but I have been hesitant. I've gone through so many tests and trails, most of which I didn't think I would make it through, but God!!!  I've experienced lows that have exceeded past stressed and beyond depression, to the point where I was ready to end my life. No longer will I allow the pain of my life story to leave me defeated or embarrassed, but instead I will choose to use it to encourage another.  

It is my prayer that: some little girl will use my test and trials as a dose of hope, some woman will figure out her self-worth, and that some lost soul will understand with God all things are possible and without him you remain lost. I’m hoping that someone who might be contemplating suicide will read my story and know that God will never put more on you than you can bare. I pray that my story encourages them to hold on to life.

This is just the beginning

Danelle