The Main Ingredient – Part 1

Welcome to the first post of my blog. My name is Beverly Green. I am honored that you took time to visit with me today. Before I get to the main ingredient, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’ve been married to William Green, for 29 years, over half my life! Of this union, we have 3 amazing children: Angelica, Victoria, and Ashlee. We’ve also been blessed with 3 grandkids whom we love and adore. OK, enough about the home life, for now. Let’s travel back in time as I briefly tell you about my childhood.

Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with every detail of my childhood. What you need to know is I grew up with my both parents, Bennie and Dorothy Harris. I have two brothers, Greg and Ronnie, and I’m the middle child. I know what you’re thinking: I know you were spoiled. Not! Trust me, the only thing spoiled in the Harris household was a carton of milk. I wanted a sister, but mama closed up shop in 1973. She even asked me one year what I wanted for Christmas and I tried to persuade her to give me a sister. No amount of begging, pleading, or wanting worked on mama.

Church was a vital part of my childhood. I don’t know about you, but, although I went to church, I knew of God, but, I did not really know God. My childhood was a lonely one. Sure, there were people around me, but my heart was lonely. Sadness secretly consumed me. Eventually, depression swallowed me. I never talked to anyone about how I felt because honestly, I didn’t think anyone cared. If people were looking for signs of depression, they would not have found any, at least not until I was able to drive. After getting my license, I’d drive to funeral homes on the weekends and admire people I didn’t even know, laying in a casket where I longed to be. I stared at them. I touched them. I wished I could trade places with them. Like yeast, my depression grew more and more.

As a teenager, to help myself feel better, I started writing to myself. I’d pour out my heart on paper and the words would unintentionally rhyme. They often began in sorrow, but always ended with hope. God was doing something in me, and I didn’t even know it.

In my mid-20s, my knowing of God changed. I began to know God. The more I knew, the more I wanted to know. And guess what? I’m still on that journey. Years later, I’m still writing poems but not just to myself. I’m sharing hope with the world. If you’re depressed, lonely, angry or in a state of despair, THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU! If you are experiencing a negative emotion that I have not named, guess what? THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU! Job 17:7 says, “My days are passed; my plans have been shattered; along with my heart’s desires.” Can you relate? Guess what. There’s HOPE for you.

My heart’s desire is not just to help you feel better. My desire is to plant an incorruptible seed of life that will literally transform you from the inside out, but it starts with the main ingredient. What is that main ingredient you ask? You’ll find out in my next blog.

Thanks again for visiting me today. And please know this, God created you with a purpose in mind, but until you renew your mind, you will never walk in your purpose.

Be blessed.

Beverly Green