Testimony Thursday

I stumbled across this little boy’s voice on my friend’s page this morning and Lord knows it blessed my Soul (Yes, as my friend Joshua Scott reminded me just yesterday, I have always been an ole lady at heart)! This was originally posted in February from what I can tell & God is still using it and him.  *See my facebook page (Valencya Thompson) for video.

A beautiful moment in technology and social media. I know it is Throwback Thursday, but I’ma call it Testify Thursday. As I heard his car accident testimony, I recalled my own, one in particular. Those of you who have known me long enough may recall my worst accident that I was a passenger in while riding with a peer in high school. My own brother Rickey Taylor was quoted to say he thought I might die and when I returned to school following that summer Kasi Gerhardt even embraced me in tears stating she thought I was dead.

I recall regaining full conciousness around the next day or so in the hospital bed arguing with my family about needing to go to work at McDonald’s and they nicely checked me, as I had no awareness of my condition, and only knew I was sore. I struggled against my family’s will out of the bed because I had the urge to use the restroom only to collapse down to the floor. I soon learned how weak my body was, as someone assisted me. I recall standing with the support of the bathroom sink catching a glimpse of my reflection for the first time. I was astonished by the blood, cuts, & scrapes on my swollen face, as I heard my family discuss whether they thought I would be okay with the way I looked because they feared it might be permanent and because of my self-consciousness. I cried alone for a while and rejoined them. I was advised by doctors that there was shattered glass remaining in my arm and face & that it eventually would resurface on its own. You know I can recall pulling glass from my chinline even after college. Won’t God do it?! All that remains are scars on the bottom of my right arm. Overwhelmed by grace & mercy. I have Purpose. You have Purpose. We all have Purpose!

These photos demonstrate what remains today at 31 years young!

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Thompson Shoppe Debut

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Yes, there are really items for sale!  Some of you are aware and others are just learning that my household is pretty creative.  Today I would like to introduce you to two refurbished pieces completed by my husband, Jerrell Thompson.

Some know Jerrell as a pretty laid back guy with me appearing to be a bit more extroverted (this actually depends on who’s in the room ; )

Either way, this guy has been up to some pretty amazing stuff in my view and we need your support!

If either of these items interest you please submit an email to ThompsonShoppe@gmail.com.  We accept PayPal and cash for those in the Atlanta area. Depending on your feedback, you will see more of this!  God’s Blessings & Peace My Friends!

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 Before Picture:

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Completed Table

Before Picture:

Before Table

Keep in mind, the end table can be painted in any color that you desire, you just have to email your preference.

We hope to hear from you soon!

Girls > Sex Entry #4: Before & After My Move to Atlanta

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This post is difficult for me to write because though I believe that some self-disclosure is necessary so that we may testify, I come from a family that taught me to keep your business private, especially that which may place you in a “negative light” or vulnerable state.

Welp because God brought this memory to me and it is resting on my brain strongly, I know that God is urging me to write this post. I realize that I must be open if I am to truly exercise my obedience to my Heavenly Father.  Here goes a lot of something…

In undergrad, my final major ; ) was psychology.  Some know that since around 7th grade or so I decided that I wanted to be a child psychiatrist.  I determined this because it was apparent that I always wanted to “help” people, a trait that I developed from both sides of my family.  The interesting part is that at an early age, I learned from the very soft, kind heart of my father through his words and occasional actions.  Whereas, my mother at a young age already developed a thick exterior which was also embedded by a soft heart – some miss out on it due to her bold nature and sharp tongue.  I imagine this was exacerbated by my father’s lies and dark lifestyle.

The irony about my father is that as he talked and attempted to “help” others, he has never fully managed to truly help himself.  To this day, my father struggles with drug and alcohol addiction.  Now as with most who have encountered this struggle, there are moments where he has managed to step away from one or the other, but not fully enough to truly live his life.

Anyway, one may say what does this have to do with me (Valencya)?  Well I assure that your foundation has everything to do with how your life begins.  Now back to my “helping nature”.  As I watched my father struggle, I knew that I wanted to “help” people, and one day as I was watching some daytime talk show, I learned of the job title, “child psychiatrist”.  After promptly learning to spell it, I decided that this would be the career I would pursue, as I mentioned around 7th grade, (but it may have been 6th grade actually ; ).

I progressed through primary and secondary school without academic incident, and once I reached my freshman year at the College of Charleston (CofC), I was exposed to FREEDOM. Well freedom has its price.  I soon realized, away from home and away from my mother’s pre-set schedules, I would find myself battling to stay afloat in the water of waves crashing me back and forth.  Eitherway, college had so many great things to offer (so many distractions).  There was interesting academia (some), social life, extra-curricular activities, and more.  I can assure you that I wanted to be a social activist of some form all the while trying to figure out what being on somebody’s pre-med track meant.

While CofC had all sorts of programming in place that was to assist its students, once I finished my SPECTRA program (summer prior to freshman year to get students of color acclimated to college in a majority setting and attain college credits); I had no effective boundaries in place to ensure that I balanced it all.  See advisement wasn’t truly mandatory or authenticated, before it was too late if you get my gist.  I decided to be a Math major because I was invited to be a part of the SCAMP program (http://msps.cofc.edu/academicservices/scamp.php) due to my grades.  In the summer SPECTRA program, I was able to fair pretty well in my pre-calculus program.  This was probably because I took it my senior year in high school and my disciplined friend Scott was able to study with me and keep me on track that summer.  A pre-med track required courses in multiple science areas, but was not contingent upon you having a specific major, so in essence I was hoping to avoid additional biology, chemistry, etc. courses beyond what was needed for medical school and thought I could maintain enough on a math track.

As you hear me mention issues with focus and multi-tasking, you’ve probably guessed that I was more than likely an ADHD kid.  At home, my Mom kept me on a schedule, so this was never an issue for me, but in the big open world without proper guidance I would find myself constantly fighting to hold back the reigns.  The irony is that while in SPECTRA, a professor (Caucasian Lady – important because of America’s history with ill-placement of Black people with mental health issues) asked if I were ever tested for ADHD.  Once I presented this information to my Mom she indicated that we all (my family) probably have it (very high strung people ; ), but we should stay away from medication and stick to our schedules.

This sounds nice in theory, but while in college, no one was near by to keep Valencya on her schedule.  So she spent her time away from class, trying to volunteer in every organization possible so that she could help the kids.  Valencya was a part of everyone’s executive board, because she was “born to lead”.  Valencya was on the choir because she loved her JESUS, and still held an executive board position in the 7th Episcopal District’s (state of South Carolina) Young People’s Division of the AME church which required travel around the state.  Did I mention that after partying on Friday and Saturday nights, Valencya made it a point to attend church nearly every Sunday? Valencya was an RA in her dorm and Valencya was also employed by Gap, Inc. at Banana Republic.  And like most young girls, Valencya was always dating.

Yes, well you are probably thinking, where in the heck did she find time to study?  I assure you that I did not, I simply crammed my way through college, attended class, and took tests sleepy as all get out.  I refused to take any stimulants or any drugs…as a matter of fact, I didn’t have my first alcoholic beverage until the age of 21 (as far as I know).  Seriously. Yes, my peers laughed as I attended my high school senior trip in Cancun, Mexico and asked for all virgin beverages, while everyone else was gladly “throwing ’em back”!  Remember our foundation and background determines how our life begins. So if you remember how I grew up…you can understand my decisions.

Either way, this girl soon learned that you can’t cram your way into medical school so she had to choose what was interesting to her and easier to manage, a psychology degree.   Before anyone tries to protest, I by no means am suggesting that psychology is a field that you can play with, I am just saying that the material was much more interesting to me than molecular biology, or biochemistry, so it was easier for me to digest the info once hearing it in class. So, I stumbled my way through a psychology major and graduated within four years (on time) and made my family proud! This was very important to me.

Having no success with gaining immediate entry into graduate school (found out about a GRE at the last minute, just took it without preparation) and okay grades, I found myself in an awkward position.  So I moved back home to Columbia, SC for the first year following College with a transfer from Banana Republic (BR) until I could land  a “real job”.  No offense to retail…I believe in it honey!  But, it was not what I went to school for, and I didn’t make very much at all as a Sales Associate.

I had my fun with my Banana Republic friends, but soon learned that I needed more money.  I heard about a customer service representative position with Verizon Wireless (VW).  You could be paid to take a course on a computer for several weeks prior to being placed on the floor to take calls.  After making it through a rigorous screening and interview process, I made it!

Well, my Mom was riding my behind the entire time I was at BR and VW pretty much indicating that I was a bum in her eyes, so I quickly moved to Grandma’s house (I now know what her intentions were…Love you Ma)! My Grandmother was the best roommate ever!  Love you Grandma, Muah! ; )

Once I reached the floor at VW, I was completely miserable.  Imagine me a sensitive Southern Girl who demonstrates excellent customer service, fielding calls from irate Americans from the Northeast region of the U.S.  Well, I was in tears and frustrated many days.  What would be next for me?

I recall sitting in an AME conference session at Emmanuel AME Church during a service and listening to the preacher preach his sermon.  In the middle of this service (completely unrelated to sermon), the Holy Spirit whispered you will move to Atlanta and you will lead a great organization.  I was so excited about the news that I nearly jumped out of my seat and I quickly began to probe God for additional answers.  God being God gave me nothing else.  I thought God meant a non-profit organization so that I could help others, so I immediately began to put in jobs for NPOs to no avail.

Through the assistance of my dear friend Travis, I learned of a management position with Target (c).  I made it through the rigorous interview process only to learn that the store manager who wanted me did not want to offer the Senior Team Leader position, I was advised of, but a Team Leader position instead which was a demotion (my position titles may be inaccurate, but you get my point).  I now know this was so that the manager could justify offering me substandard pay while requiring me to do double work.  Believing it would be easier to get a job in my desired field while living in the city, I promptly accepted the position and jetted my 23 years young self to Atlanta!

I promptly discovered misery again.  I was overworked and underpaid.  I lost weight unnecessarily. I barely had time to spend with my new boyfriend, Jerrell ; ) could barely look for a desired position, and cried myself to sleep many nights.  Having experienced more than I could bear around the 6th month mark, I remember closing one night just before my beautiful Valentine’s Day birthday and being completely miserable.  It was then that I decided to quit cold turkey.  Being the lady that I was, I put in a two weeks notice the next morning, but my prideful store manager said it was unnecessary because my replacement was coming in, which was a lie.

At this point, I was unsuccessful at securing a position elsewhere.  I was left unemployed for 6 months (six is becoming a theme at this point in my life). All the while I was arranging meetings with my social activist girlfriends in efforts to start our NPO, but we were just spinning our wheels and not moving. You should know that I worked at VW for about 6 months as well.  I was unable to secure a basic job and was flocking from job fair to job fair with my gas tank on E, nervous about the next months rent and car payment.

Desperate, I made myself the perfect prey & here come’s my Girls > Sex moment.  I can recall not being on the best of terms with my then boyfriend, now husband, Jerrell, and riding through a shopping plaza with my windows down dead in the middle of summer in Georgia because my air was not working.   Well I must have been driving pretty slow because some man probably at least 15 years my senior was able to get my attention.  “Hey Baby Girl, how you”?  Somewhere this conversation turns into feeling like he’s making a pass at me and I indicate that I am dating someone.  “Well, Damn Baby, you got a man and you riding around with no air…broke as hell!”  “Ooohh and yo gas tank is on E”.  If I’m not mistaken this man even offers me gas money.  Back then, I’m young, naive, hot and tired.  So instead of shutting this conversation down, I’m sitting there entertaining it and going back and forth with this man.  I don’t know how this happened, but at some  point the man offered me a position as his Executive Assistant.  He stated that he owned a trucking company and his wife, former assistant recently left him so he needed some help.

Gullable as ever, I agreed to meet this man at his “home” office, yes you heard me.  My next few days were filled with being in this mans home, sorting laundry, doing his daughter’s hair, following him around where he publicly berated me and even tried to withhold my payment to manipulate me.  The most scary position I placed myself in was when he called me into his bedroom, where I found him laying in his bathrobe as he asked me to, “give him a little bit”.  I refused, but in a playful manner not wanting to tick him off.  He then began to put me down and indicated that he wanted his wife anyway and not me.  By the grace of God, he did not force himself upon me and I promptly resigned, but was still silly enough to entertain his phone calls where he attempted to verbally abuse me.  As I said, God is faithful and I was saved from the hands of the enemy.

This man even got my nails done while I was “working for him”.  Knowing what I now know, he could have been attempting to groom me for prostitution.  This very situation traps young girls, unfortunately pre-teens, teenagers, along with some women who find themselves between a rock and a hard place on a daily basis.  As a society, we must continue to speak truth so that other’s might be set free.  Hallelujah!

For those of you who care, following this incident, my life went this way…

Well one day I was tired of pursuing employment “just cause” and while attending a job fair at New Birth Missionary Baptist Church, I made a decision.  Instead of flocking from table to table to talk to people offering positions I was clearly uninterested in, I decided to pick up a map and seek out nonprofits only.

To my surprise, there was only one, Hands On Atlanta (HOA), member of the HandsOn Network.  When I reached the HOA table I was sad to learn that they were not hiring, but were instead seeking AmeriCorps volunteers.  The irony was thick considering I was talked out of not submitting my completed PeaceCorps application the year prior, instead my friend Crystal who sat by my side during my application process joined the PeaceCorps (as usual, look at GOD)!

Though not what I wanted initially, the AmeriCorps volunteer position was quite attractive.  It included a biweekly stipend and Education award, on the frontend.  My intention was to woo the Hands On Atlanta team into hiring me for  a more permanent position while serving.  Meanwhile, it was summer and this position didn’t start until August. How would I make it?  God blessed me with a friend who told me to not mention my degree and apply for a server position, so off to Gladys & Ron’s I went, so I was sustained over the summer.

Little did I know that God had abundance waiting for me on the other side.  Out of 100+ AmeriCorps members at HOA, I alone was selected for the one University position at Oglethorpe, while my peers were placed to tutor students in Atlanta’s schools.  At Oglethorpe (OU), I was provided free housing, a free meal plan, free trips, and more!  Can you say overflow, but God wasn’t done.  After I completed my first term (10 months), I decided to complete a second, as I was welcomed by AmeriCorps and HOA.  During this time period I pursued information about Georgia State University’s School Psychology Master of Education/Specialist of Education and Bachelor’s to Ph.D. program.

I was blessed to meet with candid professors, Varjas & Roach, who shared with me the things I would need to complete to make my application more stellar due to my “okay” undergraduate GPA.  2.679 or so if I remember right ; ), C+ ish for you people still caught up in numbers.  I was also advised of the specific GRE score that I needed, that I would need to complete a research study under the advisement of a professor, and that I would need to take a graduate course to prove that I was capable of the work.  If you think anything like I’m thinking, when I walked out of their offices, I was like “these people must be crazy…how in the world will I complete all of these things in less than a year”? That’s when I heard a still, small voice say, “just try”.  In essence, just try ME, THE ONE TRUE LIVING, ALMIGHTY GOD!

Would you know that my God placed me on a fast track for success!  God was like, “you are working at a University right and the people do love you right”? I was like, “okay, you win God, I’ll give it a try”.  At OU, I was prepared to pay for a course with my AmeriCorps education award, but they were like technically you work here, so it’s free!  Then I learned that an Education award could be used for supplies, books, etc.  So I was able to secure a much needed computer and pay for the $1000 Kaplan course to get my GRE to the level that was required.  Finally, I made arrangements to meet with a psychology professor at OU who guided and supervised my research study.

Being practical about the amount of hours I had in a day (first time ever), I met with my supervisor, to discuss how I could conduct the study using data I collected from activities I participated in with youth at schools that were served during my normal service hours.  All of this was achieved with the proper consent of course.  Somehow by the end of that year, I completed a graduate level course with an A, successfully completed my GRE course & scored on target, completed a research study, and secured a letter of recommendation from the president of OU!  As if this wasn’t enough, of course I was able to enter the School Psych program at GSU, and around my second year or so, I learned that the graduate credits I earned at OU were successfully transferable to my GSU coursework!  WON’T GOD DO IT?!

So this my friends is probably the longest post you have ever seen me write, but when I tell you that my Heavenly Father woke me up with such a quickening in my spirit, I knew it was necessary that I share this!  You all be liberated today my friends!  Let nothing hold you back!  Remember that you are enough!  Remember God is faithful and He (how I refer to God, but God can be whoever you need God to be in your life) will never let you down!

Be blessed & take God’s Peace with you my Friends!

I was Brushing my Teeth & Painting my Nails

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This morning I was brushing my teeth and all of a sudden I had the nerve to try to paint my nails. This occurrence only brought me to realize that this action is impossible with only two hands. For every moment that I attempted to touch the polish, I was no longer brushing my teeth. This action provided a perfect metaphor about the detriment in “so-called” multi-tasking.

And yes as I exist in modern society as you do, I know that the art of multi-tasking is a notion that is ever-present, but it is not conducive to the ability to making adequate progress. Even something as simple as watching television while trying to type a paper on your computer is ineffective. You are hindered from focusing completely on either task.

If you have a long laundry list of goals that you desire to complete, realize today that focusing on one and one only at a time, will allow you to make more immediate gains and see fruit versus only the planting of several seeds.

If you have a brain like me, you are blessed to have tons of new ideas and projects on your mind daily. Well, I recall once hearing the Holy Spirit say, “All ideas are not for today, I have given you food so that you can eat for a lifetime.” This translates as, WRITE IT DOWN and WRITE IT DOWN AGAIN!

Most recently one of my best girlfriends reminded me that it was time for me to start some new vision boards, so that I could keep God’s vision for my new seasons directly in front of me.

My life is a clear testament to Habakkuk 2:2-4 (NLV) which tells us:

2 Then the Lord answered me and said, “Write down the special dream on stone so that one may read it in a hurry. 3 For it is not yet time for it to come true. The time is coming in a hurry, and it will come true. If you think it is slow in coming, wait for it. For it will happen for sure, and it will not wait. 4 As for the proud one, his soul is not right in him. But the one who is right and good will live by his faith.

With the proper tools in place, nothing can keep you from accomplishing the will of God for your life!

So go ahead, what are you waiting for choose the task that you are ordained to complete to day, and RUN FOR IT!

 

Blessings & Peace my Friends!

Girls > Sex Entry #3: Under 12 Years of Age Provided $ for Sex

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Today I had the privilege of streaming service of “The Church” (church led by Pastors Jasper W. Williams III and Alecia Williams) and as God would have it today’s service was directly applicable to our “Girls > Sex” project.  It has been a while since I have visited a service at “The Church”, but true to what I have experienced in the past the Pastors featured a panel during Sunday worship that provided integral information to our community.

This information touched an array of topics dealing with CSEC (Commercial Sexual Exploitation of Children) and longing for absent fathers.  Of particular interest to me was a female panelist (Dorsey sp?) in her 40s who candidly shared the trauma of her childhood with the congregants and listeners streaming online.  

Dorsey shared details of a physically present mother, but one who along with her father abandoned her due to drug addictions.  At an early age, Dorsey was molested &/raped by her mother’s boyfriend.  Specifically before, or around the age of 12 years, Dorsey’s sex offender provided her with a $20 bill prior to committing his heinous act upon her body.  This action confused her, but it was the beginning of Dorsey’s prostitution, as she termed it, but thank God someone interjected and stated that children cannot be considered as prostitutes.  This individual more appropriately suggested that children are instead the victims of sexual exploitation.  

As many have, Dorsey indicated that in her mother’s home she and her other siblings lived an impoverished lifestyle with many days and nights without electricity and food.  One comment comes to mind as Dorsey recalled a $400 electricity bill while providing sexual services at $20/$30 per occurrence.  This indicated that she endured a lot of abuse in efforts to survive childhood.  If my memory serves me correctly, Dorsey stated that by the age of 12 she experienced 49 sexual partners, mostly adult men. Dorsey also indicated that she was from a very small town and the abuse she experienced was known by many; yet the men willingly “passed her around”.  

Despite many dark days, Dorsey was able to hitchhike her way from a rural town in Georgia to Norfolk, Virginia to reunite with relatives who clothed and housed her.  Though guilt brought a young Dorsey back home to Georgia, she eventually returned to Norfolk and attributes her success to family and friends of the family alike who provided her with food, shelter, and clothing for many years.  Dorsey was able to successfully graduate from high school; yet she believed that her poor GPA would not afford her the opportunity to attend anyone’s college. 

As God would have it, Dorsey became zealous in her desire to pursue college, and pressed her way through many closed doors to become a student at Morris Brown University.  Dorsey is even a happily married woman with children, and a published author.  She attributes her purposeful and happy life to the love of God and positive role models, including men who never violated her.  

 The panel concluded with Atlanta Radio Personality, KD Bowe, and Pastor Jasper among others’ discussion of the role that a child’s longing for his or her father can play on that child’s life throughout adulthood.  This seemed applicable as Dorsey even commented that in her 40s she stills cries about her father’s absence in her life.  Dorsey and the panelists suggest that a good and present father can save his family from trauma such as what was experienced in this situation. With an absent father, I, too, can relate to this story.  

Other topics discussed included the role of media, the immediate availability of pornography to our children due to internet access on many technological devices, especially phones.  KD Bowe even shared a story about how social media sites that seem harmless can expose a child to pornography.  Specifically a recent television show stars’ leaked sex tape was shared on many social media platforms that children are accessing.  This activity sometimes occurs unbeknownst to parents.  My favorite comment (paraphrased) from KD Bowe was that, “every time I click on pornography, I am supporting it and lining the pockets of those who create it.  I can assure that no young girl says that she wants to be a pornstar when she grows up.  It is only after she has been violated in someway that she enters into this role.” 

If you desire to learn more about “The Church” and its programs, please visit their website at http://www.thechurchinfo.org/. 

I pray that this story will speak out to you and that you will fight in your own way to save our children and our families from sexual exploitation!

God Bless! Push!