Well Shucks, I Didn’t Expect That!

Hi Breaking Bread family!

You probably realized that you didn’t receive a message yesterday and your inbox for today’s message still hasn’t notified you. Well, I ran into some snags, and yesterday’s post was just released a moment ago. I hope you will read it as we are digging into the story of Samson, before and after his entanglement with the Philistines and Delilah. We’re going to use Judges 16:1-2, 4-5 as the go-between, as we quickly explore Judges 13-15 and see the tie-ins to our own lives. I also have 6 questions for you to ponder and answer at the end. So, come break bread with me for a few minutes!

Here’s the link to the June 14th message.

And then, if you could spare another two minutes, maybe you will also join me for today’s Breaking Bread, as that message and recording are being released shortly after you finish reading this. I apologize for the mixup. I hope that you enjoy the messages. I hope that each Breaking Bread message connects and resonates with you and that you feel inspired to share with others.

Thank you for your love, encouragement, and support. In several days, I will have some updates on Seek Him, Volume 3 and Seek Him: Workbook 3, the final set in my Seek Him books series. It’s been a long and arduous journey, but worth every moment. Thank you for taking part along the way!

Love,

Natasha

Copyright 2022. Natasha L. Foreman. All Rights Reserved.

Update On My New Books!

Oh my goodness!

I’m so excited!

This week we will be wrapping up my book. Handing the baton to the next leg in this race.

The title and cover art are finalized.

Final edits are going through the approval stage. Jeesh, this is intense. Going through hundreds of pages with a fine-tooth comb is labor intensive. No slacking allowed!

I’m also double-checking my acknowledgement pages to ensure that I don’t forget anyone. There’s been quite a few people who have helped me during various stages of this book. I don’t want to forget anyone.

Once things are approved and finalized I will release the title and artwork. That will signal my first wave of promotion for this long waited project.

Yes, you will get a chance to reserve your copy. Stay tuned for details!

As this first book rolls out, with a workbook—yes, you read that correctly. A workbook. Where you can take notes, answer questions, and more. Yep, that is also being published to accompany this book. Then the second book (volume 2 of this book) will be teed up for release in the Summer of 2020.

I’m excited and exhausted at the exact same time. This has been a worthwhile experience!

I truly appreciate my group of readers who have provided valuable feedback on the content, title, layout, pricing, and publication date of my book.

Stay tuned for more updates!

~Natasha

Copyright 2019. Natasha L. Foreman. All Rights Reserved.

Happy Father’s Day Every Day to My Dad and These Special Men in My Life

I always get a little bummed around the holidays, especially Father’s Day, because my dad is no longer here to celebrate with. Since 2011 I’ve been forced to honor him strictly through words and memories, and it’s difficult some days to do so with a smile.

Yesterday, through social media sites, I honored my dad, grandfathers, and my sister’s boyfriend. I forgot to also honor them here. So before I do anything else today, I’m going to pause to honor these great men in my life.

My dad—wow, a few times a year I’m writing about him, so most of you who follow my blogs and social media posts already know a great deal about the man who helped make me the woman that I am. He’s in the picture above, embracing my mom on their wedding day. Their parents surrounding them. Sadly, my grandparents have also transitioned to their next spiritual promotion. I don’t know why, as a child, we expect everyone to live forever beside us—a phone call away. That becomes our expectation as we grow up, and we get disappointed each and every time someone transitions.

I’m grateful for the time that I had with my dad, 25 amazing years. Not as long as I had hoped and planned, but longer than what many children get to experience. Sadly, longer than what my sister got to experience. She was just a child. She had just graduated from 5th grade and was excited about her promotion to middle school. Then the devastating blow, that has since altered her mind and life.

My sister and I have our own experiences, memories, and lessons from our time with dad. I know that her recent blessing, giving birth to her son—my amazing nephew, Logan, has also given her another blessing—Logan looks just like her, his father, and our dad! Oh my goodness there are moments when your mouth just drops open and you hear yourself saying, “he looks like dad”. Like in the picture below.

I always wonder if the visual recognition, the familiarity, brings a sense of calm to my sister. I know it fills me with a calming light that keeps me smiling.

I don’t just think about my dad on holidays. I think of him daily. I replay his words of wisdom through my mental archive, so I can be more thoughtful of the decisions that I make. It’s like, “what would dad tell me….”

I also think of two other men, and my time with them—my grandfathers.

My paternal grandfather, I called him “Papa” (use your *Spanish accent* when you say it) transitioned when I was a child. I believe I was in 5th grade. That was rough on me. I wanted to learn so much more from him. I couldn’t wait until I was older so he could teach me how to sail boats and make replicas of the ones we sailed in, and how to make the beautiful wooden clocks that he and my grandmother built a business making. I wasn’t as close to him as my maternal grandfather. But it didn’t weaken my love for him. I remember helping to clean buildings and churches with he and my grandmother, as their company had janitorial contracts that I gladly helped to fulfill. I still have a few of the clocks that he made, including one that he shaped as the continent of Africa, for one of my Godfathers, who happened to be the General Counsel for an African country. My Godfather gave me the clock as a gift after my grandfather passed. I keep it hanging on the wall in my home so that every time I see it I think of my Papa.

My maternal grandfather, my “Poppa” (or “Paw-paw”), transitioned when I was a sophomore in college. It was a day from Thanksgiving, but not a day that we initially could bring ourselves to give thanks. To us, his asthma attack was a senseless passing that could’ve been prevented. We spent years in the mental state of “shoulda, coulda, woulda” until we eventually healed to be thankful for the time that we had with him, the lessons that he taught us directly and indirectly, and the words of wisdom that he imparted. I don’t see a vegetable garden and not think of him. He worked for a Ford Motors Corporation subsidiary, so when I see and think of Ford, I think of him. He bought my mom and her two siblings Ford Mustangs when they were in high school. I grew up wanting one. I convinced my now ex-husband, to get one, and he races it in amateur competitions. He even surprised me with a trip to Utah to participate in the Ford performance racing school, where I drove and raced Mustangs for a day (he went for two days). I felt my grandfather smiling at me. I smiled back. I felt such pride, months later, telling Henry Ford III about my grandfather. Through my then husband’s perseverance, he got to meet, know, and form an alliance— and eventually a friendship, with Henry and the company. I still of course have plans of owning my own Mustang. The love of Mustangs still runs deep with my aunt, my mother’s sister, who still owns one. She’s purchased probably 5 or 6 since receiving her first one from my grandfather, her father. In that way, that is one way for her to keep a strong connection to my Poppa. I never asked her if that’s why she keeps buying them. That should make for an amazing conversation. She subscribes to this blog, so I will get an answer to that pretty soon I suspect.

Now, last but not least. My sister’s boyfriend, Shawn. The father, daddy, and hero to my amazing nephew Logan and his big sister Giavonna. I’ve witnessed Shawn light up when he’s with his children.

He gets more time with Logan, because Logan lives with him and my sister. Giavonna lives with her mom, and although when they lived closer together, we used to see Giavonna on a consistent basis, her mom has relocated and the distance and time has grown. But that doesn’t weaken Shawn’s love for his daughter, his firstborn. Nope, he just plans for those days and moments that he will have to share with her. She looks just like her daddy. A spitting image. She always called me “Tee Tee Tasha”. That little girl will always be my niece, my precious sidekick.

There’s no denying that Giavonna and Logan are Shawn’s babies. Oh my goodness that man’s genes are strong. Last night I had the pleasure of video chatting with my sister, Shawn, and Logan. I got to watch Shawn and Logan playing. Their laughter was contagious. Then I was able to take a screenshot of them face to face. Logan staring in his daddy’s eyes.

I smiled brightly watching this precious moment— that a father has with the mini versions of themselves. No man, who wants to be in the lives of their children, should be kept away from them. Children need their fathers as much as they need their mothers. There’s no substitute for a parent’s love. That DNA is the magic sauce.

I’ve been filled with so much joy watching Logan grow and watching him cling to his male hero—his daddy.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad, my grandfathers, and to the man who I’ve affectionately called my brother for a few years now. One day out of the year isn’t Father’s Day. Every day is. I love these men!

Love always,

Natasha

Copyright 2019. Natasha L. Foreman. All Rights Reserved.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Bride's Mother

Today is my mother’s birthday and I wanted to make sure that I shared this day with the world. My mom is my mother, friend, confidante, supporter, protector, provider, nurturer, and so much more. She was my first teacher. I was blessed to hear her heartbeat and voice from within her womb. I am the woman I am partly because of the woman who is my mom. I can’t imagine my life with another woman as my mother.

mommy and me at Santa Monica Beach 1976

She taught me how to read at the age of two. She taught me how to dance. She encouraged me to get a little dirty outside in the yard. She taught me how to cook. She taught me how to use my critical thinking skills. She exposed me to that wonderful creative brain of hers and opened my eyes to all of the wondrous things that I could one day create.

Bride's Father

My mom has taught me to seek and find the silver lining in all of life’s clouds. She also taught me the gift of giving. It is because of her I started volunteering in my community as a child. It is because of her that I continue to volunteer and give back to communities all over.

me and mom 1985

I thank God every single day for blessing me with an amazing mother, teacher, and friend. Here’s to many many many more days and years celebrating and being thankful for this beautiful woman.

mom and me at Uncle Archie funeral March 2017

Happy birthday mom. I’ve loved you from the moment I was conceived and I will love you forever.

Love Your “Fish”,

Natasha

Sometimes We Must Look Back to Look Forward

Dear Breaking Bread Family,

I sat in deep reflection yesterday as I examined my life and the lessons that I’ve learned, and those lessons that I keep bumbling. One thing I know is that all though I may grow tired the moment that I verbalize it, that tiredness becomes my reality. I started this part of my spiritual journey in 2008 and it grew into this blog in 2009. I needed to return to my “roots” and my foundation through the scriptures. I had strayed and it was apparent in both my personal and professional life. I didn’t know how to fight the enemy’s attacks because I had forgotten my training from childhood.

Over the past three years I’ve taken occasional breaks and hiatuses thinking that it was needed in order to “breathe” and connect more with God. That is not what God called me to do. I simply gave in to the verbalizations that I was “weak and tired”. But it was not the burden of my service through Breaking Bread. I convinced myself that it was. No. It was the chaos of life around me. It was the drama I willingly walked into and became consumed with that easily distracted me. I had convinced myself that I was “tired”, “drained”, and “exhausted” from spending the one to three hours each day reading, studying, praying, reflecting, and then writing my post for this blog. When actually each day I invest in my study I am recharged, focused, and emboldened to press forward.

At some point last year I tried to develop a schedule where I could commit the time to create multiple posts and then schedule their publishing dates for release. It was working well until the drama said “hey Natasha do you want to get consumed with this nonsense over here?” and the mental attacks soon became my verbalized prophesies. It is true that “what you think about and then speak about, you bring about“. It is not in the thinking that we create the havoc in our lives. It is once we verbalize those thoughts, claim them as truth, that they then become our truth. Whether good or bad, positive or negative, our words spoken aloud become our reality. The more you say it the more concrete it becomes.

So today I declare that my storm is over. The rain, lighting, and thunder has stopped. The clouds are parting. I can see the sun shining brightly. I can hear the birds chirping. No matter what I’m going through personally or professionally I know what God has called on me to do through Breaking Bread. I know that it has made me a better student of God’s Word in many texts, not just the Bible. This journey has helped me to be more receptive to other approaches to that big mountain that all of us climb to be closer to our Creator and His Truth. My walk through Breaking Bread has made me stronger and it has enhanced my level of discernment. It has helped me to see the wolves in sheep’s clothing. It has helped me to tune in and listen for God’s voice above all others.

I have to constantly remind myself of something my father used to always tell me, “…the closer you get to God, the more you are attacked by mortal mind (the enemy)…” and dad explained that the more involved he became in the church, the more leadership roles he took, and the more involved he was in his studies of Christianity, the more he was attacked. That attack is first and always mental. Then it manifests through the speech and actions of others–and your own. If your mind and heart are not steadfastly focused on God and the big picture you can find yourself caught up in the drama and chaos. You can find yourself pulled off of God’s path and your plans derailed.

There will always be times when the enemy is trying to convince me that God doesn’t love me, is ashamed of me, and won’t protect me. But what about those thoughts that I stir up based on my insecurities and fears, are those not as powerful or more powerful than the enemy’s attacks on me? I would say yes they are. I would say that my self-talk will either make or break me, that I can speak forward my blessings or speak them out of existence. I can claim sickness or I can claim health. I can claim poverty or claim wealth. I can claim loneliness or claim a life that is filled with the embrace of loved ones. I can claim death or I can claim life. I can claim pain or I can claim recovery. I can claim defeat or victory. What I claim is my statement about God’s power and presence. When I claim the negative I am saying God is limited. When I claim the positive I am saying that God is all-in-all, omnipresent, omnipotent supreme, omniscience.

We are what we say that we are. God has wondrous plans for each of us and every time we claim something that goes against His plans He merely waits for us to claim what is Truth. He postpones the blessings because He sees that we don’t yet have the faith to believe wholeheartedly His Truth and promise. Why give us something we don’t believe is possible–we will only ruin it. So He waits for our open minds, hearts, and arms to place before us what we are ready to receive.

I’ve been in a rocky space for several months. My life plans were derailed, my dreams seemed to be squashed, and the “rug” was snatched from under me. The pain at times felt unbearable. I would have moments of declaration that I am God’s child and no one and nothing could change that. I would have moments where I could feel the Light shining on me and I knew all would be well. But my faith would be challenged by words and actions of others that seeped inside of me and my thoughts began to manifest the words I spoke about myself, my life, my career, my future, and my health. It has been a tug-of-war for my soul. It has been a battle to remain planted in the present with arms opened wide, receptive to God’s blessings. It has been a battle to fight against the darkness that needs for me to cry tears of sorrow, be depressed, be broken, be angry and bitter–that darkness needs to feed off of my negative energy so that it can grow and consume me. But God is a constant reminder that it is He that has the power and glory. It is He that provides me with all that I need and He is the potter that molds me.

i-am

God has been sending His servants to speak to me, to remind me who I am and to Whom I belong, and the mission that God has placed before me. Just the other day one of God’s servants told me, “Natasha your storm is over…don’t talk yourself into a holding pattern anymore…” and they continued to speak those words over me knowing that my mind and my mouth kept saying the opposite. We spoke for almost two hours that day. God was speaking through this person, waking me up from this nightmarish dream. That call did not end until the servant heard me verbalize with conviction that my storm was over and that I was ready to resume my spot, reclaim what is mine, and move forward on the path that God has placed before me.

That day I said I would resume reading Joel Osteen’s book “I Am”. A book that I’ve picked up and sat down countless times. Not because it’s poorly written or is absent from the truth. No, not at all. This book is powerful and poignant. God used Joel Osteen magnificently. But remember what I said about those thoughts in your mind that attack? Those thoughts had me put down Joel’s book multiple times since last October when the book was gifted to me for my birthday from my aunt Valerie. I also put down a book on abundant living that a friend gave me last year. This year I purchased, briefly read, and then put down a book on forgiveness and freeing self from anger. All three books are exactly what I needed to and still need to read, consume, and embed in my thinking so that I can verbalize my truths and God’s Truth. But I chose instead to consume books on fantasy, mystery, and yes–drama and chaos. There’s nothing wrong with escapism. It builds our curiosity and creativity. But it can be a no-no when you’re going through a rough time and you’re finding yourself spiraling into darkness and struggling to maintain control. What I need right now are layers upon layers of God’s Word rolled out in various ways through various people. I need reinforcers that encourage my positive “I Am’s”. I need sources of God’s Light and Truth.

I share all of this today to say that sometimes we must look back in order to look forward. Rather than feel burdened by the responsibility of writing new content each day for Breaking Bread, I’m going to focus on listening to God. There are days when He tells me to look back on previous messages that I’ve shared. There are moments in time from the past that are still so relevant now. There are times when something didn’t make sense but now they do. There are scriptures, prayers, and reflections from the past that are “on point” today. That is why I am focused on consistently reintroducing previous messages that I’ve shared over the past seven years, while also listening intently to God when He directs me to other scriptures that I have yet to study through this medium.

Today I will share a message that I wrote in 2010. When I clicked on the message my mouth parted and I smiled. It spoke to me today with as much if not more feeling and depth, and relevance as it did when I first wrote it. It is exactly what I needed to read and recite aloud. Remember, it is not just what we think it is what we speak aloud that manifests, forms, and shapes our present and future. We read and study the Bible, a book written thousands of years ago, to help us in our present so that we are prepared for the future. My study, your study, should be a layering of messages shared in the past with newer messages shared in the present–as we approach different situations and look through multiple lens we can then see the applicability of Truth from various angles.

I am determined to rewire my speech to correct the negativity that spews out about myself and others, no matter how harmless or insignificant I may think that it is. Even if the words are truthful I have to be mindful of the fact that the moment I speak something I then play a role in its manifestation. Words have power when spoken. I’m not striving for perfection. I desire internal peace. That is only possible when I make the effort to declutter my life and the thoughts that I speak. Who wants to be around a negative person? Who wants to be around a person who mopes around looking glum and defeated? No one except other miserable people, because misery loves company.

Our biggest enemies are ourselves.

I don’t know about you but I want to be blessed and feel blessed at all times. I want to feel God’s loving light shine on me. I want to feel the peace within. I want to smile brightly and dance and sing as though no one is paying attention. I want the freedom of the innocent child I once was– before “I can’t“, “It’s impossible“, “What if I never…“, “It’s too much to handle“, “Why me?“, and “What did I do to deserve this?” became familiar phrases in my life.

So look for today’s Breaking Bread message to hit your inbox and appear on my site within the hour. Yes, I’m back folks!

Love,

Natasha

Took a Much-Needed Break and Now I’m Back

Happy Monday!

I hope that my Breaking Bread family is having a super awesome day and that you’re walking around with a smile on your face even if your life reflects what should be a frown. Trust and believe me when I say that the past six months have felt like hell on Earth for me, but I know that I can’t waste too many days with a frown on my face, because that would mean that God was losing the battle and wasn’t capable of better. It would also mean that I’m not grateful for the daily blessings that He bestows upon me knowing that I don’t deserve them and haven’t earned them—it’s just His loving grace!

I took a couple of weeks to clear my mind, deal with some personal issues, pray, reflect, and listen. Who was I listening to? God. I won’t lie, the enemy sure did have my ear more times than I care to admit. But as always, our Father-Mother always prevails.

So I’m back in the saddle. A post will be coming your way momentarily. I’m also pleased to say that I have an update…

This weekend I dedicated time to work on my book. I hit a wall awhile back because I couldn’t think and see clearly with all of the things that were taking place in my life at the exact same time. But this weekend left me with a great opportunity to sit down and let my heart guide me to where I need to be, and where you the reader would like to see me go with my writing. This is a scary process. Blogging is easy. Writing a book that you think people will want to read and share, and pay for—now that’s a mountain to climb. I’ve been encouraged to keep pressing forward and to remember the nostalgic phrase, “if you build it they will come“. I have to believe that when I do this people will want to read it and share it with others. I can’t keep struggling with God and trying to tell Him how to use me. I have to let go of the steering wheel and let Him steer and be the Captain.

I will keep you updated on my progress. If there is something that you would like to experience from this or any of my future books (yes, I’m speaking that into existence), please don’t hesitate to contact me and share your ideas and requests. Maybe just maybe I can make it happen. Anything is possible when you let God do the steering!

Love your sister in Christ,

Natasha

 

Copyright 2017. All Rights Reserved. Natasha L. Foreman.

Natasha’s Daily Scripture, Prayer and Reflection for 5.2.11

When you hear of wars and rumors of wars, do not be alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be earthquakes in various places, and famines. These are the beginning of birth pains.

Mark 13:7-8

Pray
Father I am torn because in my heart there is love for all mankind, yet there is a part of me that serves as protector of mankind that believes in standing up to forces of hate and evil who take the lives of your innocent children. Father I pray for the innocent family members of Osama Bin Laden, Suddam Hussein, and Muammar al-Gaddafi who never sought harm to anyone, who sat by silently in shame and in fear too afraid to do or say anything. I pray for the small children whose minds were being brainwashed into hating other people because they were of a different faith, ethnicity and nationality.

I pray for them just as I pray for those Americans and others who have fear and hate in their hearts against Muslims and others who are non-Christian and don’t share the same ethnicity or nationality.

Cleanse their hearts Lord. Heal them from their pain and affliction. I know what Your Word says Father. You spoke of this thousands of years ago and what was relevant then is clearly relevant now as nation attacks nation, kingdom against kingdom, and earthquakes and famines disrupt, cripple, and take the lives of millions. In Your holy name I pray for peace Father. Amen.

Reflection

People ignore the fact that Osama Bin Laden killed ALL people including Muslims in the name of Allah- God- our Father- yet people focus on religion and not on the inhumanity of what this man did to all people including his own. They believe this to be a religious war of Muslims against Christians and Jews, when this was simply a political war. Just like Gaddafi and Hussein, Osama Bin Laden was not a holy man fighting in God’s name; he was a hurt man fighting for and in his name because of his pride, ego, and resentment of those who he perceived were taking advantage of him and his people. He was tired of the powers-that-be gaining wealth off of his country’s natural resources; he was tired of imperialism taking place in his and neighboring countries by westerners and that other nations were pimping his people for their benefit- but he went about it the wrong way.

Bin Laden just like Hussein had political issues with others, especially the western world and more specifically the United States just like Timothy Mcveigh, Terry Nichols and Michael Fortier (Oklahoma City bombers) were enraged by the acts of the U.S. government- and they all lashed out using fear and hate to get a message across to the government.

Bin Laden used fear and internal pain to address his concerns. He used God as the motivation to instill fear, unite other hurt and disenfranchised people against the world and against other Muslims who did not follow their beliefs; and he twisted God’s words, the words of the Koran to serve his mission to inflict pain on everyone and anyone he felt deserved it. Osama Bin Laden was a political extremist who used the facade of religion to instill fear in the world. Anyone who has ever read all or part of the Koran knows that the lies he was spouting were not of the Koran- but of his hurt heart and twisted mind that had grown sicker as the “enemy” planted more seeds of fear inside of him.

So as you may celebrate the conquering of a fear monger, of a murderer of thousands- you should also stop to pray for all religious, political, and ethnic communities worldwide because if we do not learn to come together and find healthier ways to work out our differences we will be the reason the world comes to an end. If we find it in our hearts to celebrate the death of another human being, we have that same darkness in us that was in him, Hussein, and what we also believe to be in Gaddafi- it’s just waiting to grow and take over.

We should pray and be thankful for victory over evil- but not be narrowly focused on individuals because this is not about one or two or twenty or even two thousand men this is about the evil that has plagued all nations, all religions, all people since the beginning of time. Evil can’t be labeled and categorized to one group of people because it can seep into each and every one of us if our guards are down and our faith is not strong. So pray, be humble and show grace during these times.

I love you all,

Natasha

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