Crees Ramblings/BLOG
Hey Family!!
Its been a minute since I’ve written. I’m Coordinating my second Wedding and I’m so excited!!! I really love this job, and thinking that I’m going to take it to the next level.
The Wedding is in September and with several meetings, lots of texts and email, I’m really enjoying and looking forward to my task. I laid across the bed today thinking, what have I done in the past years that prepared me to love putting together gatherings? I remember as a young gurl, all I did was sit in my room and write. I loved to organize my papers and books. When I moved out on my own, I gave a party every month, and invited all my family and friends. When my brother came home from the Marines I gave him a surprise party. Then I started putting together Sistergurl gatherings with great food, and very nice gifts for my guest. Â I started Cree’s Feeding The Homeless, and also a teen gurls group in my home.
I realized that I love to plan. I pay close attention to detail and everything that goes into planning. I would say my weakest points are color coordinating. I would definitely need someone to do that for me, because I can’t match a hat to a shirt. LOL LOL How is that I asked myself? I’ve never been the type to like attention. But I LOVE to be in the background, making everything happen behind the scenes. That would be me.
Now I know why I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE David Tutera so much. Alright let me do some work!
Cree
Why Me?/BLOG
Its so messed up when you find out some information that leaves you devastated. Sometimes I ask God….. Why me? Why do I always find out stuff when I’m sitting on MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY couch in MYYYYYYYYYYYYY apartment minding MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY own business in MYYYYYY own world doing MYYYYYYYY own thing? Stuff I find out has nothing to do with meeee.. but has an impact on ME because I’m connected to people. God gives me visions of what is going to happen and why… and I get that part.. that’s cool. But this other stuff.. I CAN’T!
I’m always the one finding out something. People come to me for conversations, advice and I get that.. I come to understand that I am that person that listens and keep secrets. But somethings that are happening are just terrible and leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Leaves me in my feelings. Like.. this is not even MYYYYYYYYY stuff. Why do I know this? OH MY GOODNESS. UGHHH
Pray for me
Learning Valueable Lessons/BLOG
My Sisters and I was having a conversation the other day about how I use to follow the rules all the time when we were growing up. I always thought twice about what I was doing when it was against the rules. But for some reason it was always in the back of my mind to stop.
As I got older, I realized that I was this same person as a kid . I would tell people not to do something that would make them have to pay the consequences LATER, they always looked at me like…”guuuuuurl it aint that serious.” I remember saying to myself… “why bring extra trouble to yourself?” When I got the reaction that I did, I started asking myself “why do you care if they have to pay the consequences of their actions?” I care because I am a Christian, and I hate to see people suffering when they could have prevented it.I learn through consequences, why not tell others? I’m a person who cares. Oh yes, I could easily watch people do wrong, not open my mouth and watch them pay. That’s easy to do. I’m not that person. But I will say this. I will run it by you once, twice, maybe three times, but I wont be calling you, bugging you, emailing you, texting you or anything like that. As a matter of fact I won’t bring it up again. God gives me visions of the consequences we have to pay when we don’t follow the rules and decide to use the “Free will” button.
There was a time in my life when I was clicking that “free will” button all day EVERYDAY. I remember one consequence I paid heavily just before turning 20. My BFF
and I worked together, and when we would get tips we would put them in our tip jar, but when we were low on money instead of ringing up pastries and coffee, we would STEAL and put that money in our tip jar too. We started off doing it a few times a week, then we started getting addicted and depended on that change so we did it all day everyday. Eventually we quit that job we were working, and started other jobs. We were very, very, very, close did everything together, lived across the street from each other, went out together, took trips together, she knew my family and I knew hers. We LOVED each other like Sisters. We were so goofy , laughed all day everyday.
Well one day me and my BFF were running errands. She left her purse in the car to run in someplace (( don’t remember where)), but when she went to the next store she took her purse. As she walked to the car I could see that she was mad about something. When she got in the car, she asked me did I go in her purse and take $20.00? I said NO.. I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!!! She said well Creasy, it was in here when I left home. I said I didn’t go in your purse, I wouldn’t do that. We argued all the way home. We didn’t talk for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS over that. She felt like how could you do that to me? I was your BFF. There was nothing I could say to convince her that I would never ever do anything like that to her.I was devastated. I prayed and asked God why is this happening?
He said…. when you and Lisa were working together, you both stole money. Even though you have never stolen from anyone, not out of their homes, not out of their purses, you have a history of being a THIEF. There was nothing you could say to convince her that it wasn’t you that took her money. That’s when it started to click in my head. She felt like… if I did it to our job, then I would do it to her. But I didn’t,and I paid for it. After no communication for years and years, when we finally grew up and started talking. She told me that she found out that it was her brother (( he started doing it regularly)) who went in her purse and stole her money, not me… she apologized. I was more happy that she didn’t think it was me, than anything.
Her only child and my God daughter
Erika, had gotten big and didn’t know me 😦  We were in different places at this time, and no matter how much we talked, we never got that connection we had in the beginning.  😦 I learned a serious lesson in all of that. What we did together spilled out in our own friendship. There was nothing I could have said to convince her that I didn’t steal her money. The consequences of stealing from that company, was how I lost my BFF and the closeness/bond/friendship of my NOW AKA BEAUTIFUL GOD DAUGHTER!! I paid for that dearly. I will never forget this lesson. We are connected on FB and its so good seeing her and Erika. They’re both
Christians who LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, LOVES THE LORD… and I’m so glad that we can laugh and talk about our past while moving on to our future. We’ll both be 48 this year and I Thank you Lord Jesus for that LESSON TO SHARE WITH OTHERS. AMEN!
I AM La’Crease (( and SHE doesn’t have to do anything else))
Home Dreaming 11/BLOG
 This is beautiful…sometimes its okay to let the world in.
I can surely wake up to this…….every morning 🙂
I really can appreciate this one below!

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES ( below)

Bill Cosby/ Tell your own STORY/BLOG
So… I read that Bill Cosby went to court several years ago and admitted to giving women  the drug Quaaludes so that he could do what he wanted to do.
I’m sadden by this information but not shocked. I’m not shocked because he’s a man/human and we all make mistakes. I know this was done when he was younger, and with the mentality he has NOW, he’s probably ashamed  and embarrassed by his actions. Because I’m sure he doesn’t do those things anymore.
 I know he felt this secret would be sealed forever, well at least until he passed on, that would leave his wife with all the MESS in her lap to deal with. Can you imagine all the people who are going to delete his number out of their cell phones? There will be ones who will call him to show support even after knowing/reading the court documents ARE TRUE. And that’s cool. Then there will be ones who will shy away from him altogether. Sometimes I think God allows these things to happen, so that we can see for ourselves WHO WE ARE. I learned that people are quick to forgive you if you ADMIT your wrong, and ask for forgiveness. But when you deny, and make folks look money hungry when they’re telling the truth all along, people aren’t quick to forget that.
After and during The Cosby Show he was looked at as almost perfect when it came to family life of being a husband, a dad, and a role model. But you gotta remember your PAST WILL catch up with you. Somebody somewhere knows YOUR TRUTH. When faced with the questions… be honest, no matter how hard it is. People will forget all about the good you’ve done and said, and focus on the lies you told, and the things you covered up. People love to remind me of how I use to be, when they can clearly see that I am 30 years past all of that mess. It doesn’t bother me anymore…..because I TELL MY OWN STORIES!
Here is how it will affect everyone he’s connected to. His cast members will be hunted down and ask millions of questions. His adult kids, wife, and colleagues will also be asked questions. If Bill Cosby was MY friend…. I would love to tell them NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS HOW I FEEL ABOUT MYYYYY FRIEND….while keeping it moving!!! I’m BOLD like that. Sad thing about this… Bill Cosby will have to break his silence soon, or it would just look like arrogance on his behalf. People looked up to him, they listened to him. And even though we all fall short (( I know I do)) one thing I do know…. when you come clean and be honest… its easier to move past it. He will have to face the music with the lawsuits, even have to come off money, but at least he’ll be free from his past. Amen?
I AM La’Crease (( and SHE doesn’t have to do anything else))
Cree’s Ramblings/BLOG
Hey Family!!! I have lots to talk about tonight!! Lets jump right into it.
I’m a thinker, and this is one I’ve been thinking about for a while. Years ago when I was a young gurl before the age of 14, my dad always told ME.. that I had a sister out there. She was his step mothers  SISTER. It was a huge secret back in the day because at the time he was young and still at home, and if his dad knew this, he would have kicked him out of the house FOR GOOD. So the gurl had the baby, but it was a secret who the father was until later on in the gurls life when people started to talk.
For me…. I always wanted to meet her. I’m very close with my siblings and to find out that I have a sister out there was like heaven for me. I thought about her all the time. Asking my dad questions he didn’t want to answer sometimes. But one day he got a knock on the door.. and it was HER. Not only did she come for answers, but it was also told to her that her mom was raped by my uncle((( by marriage))) , and that it was a possibility that she was his child. My cousins (( his daughters)) wanted a blood test to know either way, but that never happened and it kinda devastated me.
One day she called and said that she was coming to Detroit to visit her family and that she wanted to meet up with me and my siblings at my dad’s house. We finally had the meet I PRAYED TO GOD FOR. I got to see her face to face, stare at her, hug her and just Thank God for that moment. But when she left, we didn’t communicate much at all, and when my uncle who she felt was her dad.. passed away…. she made it known that she felt HE was her dad. I was good with that part. Because I Thanked God for us meeting. God gave me exactly what I asked for… and that was to meet her face to face. But I expected more. I wanted to have a blood test taken, and if she was my Sister start a relationship with her,  my niece and nephews. I feel that I was “short changed” in a way. She decided not to take the test , and I had to be good with that choice she made. Its funny, how God will give you the desires of your heart, but he never reviled  the outcome. Thing is, he comforted me during those days after the meet. I cant be mad at him for how things turned out, because he gave me what I asked for… A MEET. There will always be a “what if” in the back of my mind  when I see her post on FB. I love her and Thank God all the time that I got a chance to meet her. 🙂  🙂  🙂  🙂
Which brings me to Tyler Perry.. another person who I always wanted to meet since I was introduced to Madea. I love me some Tyler Perry and the work that he brings to life on stage and on the screen. But since meeting my sister and having HIGH EXPECTATIONS… I’m good. Not that I don’t want to meet him, I want him to want to meet ME. I’m just not good with expecting something so great to happen (( a friendship with him and my sister as well)) and it not happen. If its God’s will.. it shall be. Other than that I’m Okay. I’m going to sit back and let God do this… I’m out of it. It feels natural that way 🙂 🙂 🙂
I AM La’Crease (( I don’t have to do anything else))
My DREAM OF SAVING SOULS /BLOG
Tuesday Morning June 23, 2015 I had a dream.
I had a dream that I was in this building with lots of rooms and people. In every room it had only a HUGE MIRROR.
I WAS IN CHARGE, like in all of my SPIRITUAL dreams.
We were surrounded by MIRRORS. Instead of looking at the person, I was looking in the mirror at the person I was telling to “wake up”as I was pointing to where the EXIT doors were. I knew the world was coming to and end, and if they didn’t listen to me, their faces would BURST INTO A BIG BALL OF FIRE, which meant they DIED.
I wanted people to LIVE (( which meant)) getting out of the building. But they were in another ((mind set)) and felt why was it necessary to leave…. in the first place? Â Instead of them focusing on leaving, they chose to put all their ENERGY in wondering…. WHY Â I WANTED THEM TO EXIT SO BADLY.
Some people were looking at me like I was crazy and didn’t listen. For some reason they wasn’t comprehending that Jesus was on his way, and it was their last chance to be saved. Instead they chose to wonder why I was telling them to EXIT.
As time went on, I was so deep into telling people where the EXIT signs where, that as this one person I was talking to FACE BURST INTO A BALL OF FLAMES… I was too close and mines caught on fire too. I was dying. In my DREAM… it was like I came to myself (( knew I was dreaming)) and told God that I wanted to LIVE. I told him that I wanted to ((wake up from my death)) and go back into the building to tell the other people where the EXIT signs were. Well, God listened to me, and he permitted me to go back into this  BUILDING with lots of mirrors, rooms and people to tell the them one again where the EXIT signs were.
When I got back into my dream… Â I looked into the mirror to tell this other person where the EXIT signs were, and saw that MY FACE was covered with a WHITE TOWEL. I could still hear my voice, it was my body, but my face was covered. My face was burned up so bad that God put a WHITE TOWEL over it. I remember not caring at all, because all I wanted to do was tell people about the EXITS. After telling so many people and going room to room, I heard GOD SAY TO ME LOUD AND CLEAR……now its time FOR YOU….. TO HEAD FOR THE EXIT. I heard him, and I got out of the now….. BURNING BUILDING. All who didn’t listen to me…. perished.
I AM LaCrease ((Â I don’t have to do anything else))
We had to cross this big street that seem as if it was taking forever to get across. Once we got there, we saw lots of people, some were looking crazy some just was plain lost. So for some reason, I was in charge, I spoke up and said to the people. LOOK, LISTEN EVERYBODY, the world is coming to an end!! I said if you want to live you have to wake up!! In my own mind inside of the dream I knew that I wanted to live, so in order to live I had planned on waking up out of the dream, I just wanted to make sure that they knew what to do, since some of them didn’t know what was going on, I knew that I had a way out. So I said LOOK YALL, WAKE UP. I looked at Neisha and said boo, you wake up first, I couldn’t wake up without her going first. People were waking up because a bubble would burst in the spot that they were standing in. So I said Neisha go head and wake up. I looked at her and then saw a bubble. I told everybody wake up if you want to live, and THEN I BUBBLED OUT. (LOL)
I woke up out of my dream.
I looked around my house, I got up, walked around, and couldn’t stop thinking if those other people woke up. It was on my mind so tough. I couldn’t believe that I had a dream like this. So, I laid down and said I need to go back to this dream to see if those people left. I laid down went back to sleep, and guess what? God let me go BACK to see if those other people were there. I pop back in the dream like a bubble. It was only a few people left. I said WHY DIDNT YALL POP OUT?????????????
They looked at me and said: WE CANT WAKE UP.
I felt so bad for them, so bad. There was no way for me to help them, they had to pop out themselves. All I could say to them was well IM OUT!! Then I woke up out of the dream.
Deep? I’m always thinking about this dream, its one of the few I remember.
I love you all!
Lacrease
It was this black lady who wore all black, something like a Levi pant and jacket outfit. She was always smiling, but EVIL as HELL. She had built this very large, what looked to be an old school film projector that my teacher used at school back in the day. This thing had wheels on it and did everything she told it to do. Everybody was scared of the Power this woman had. She had terrorized the whole neighborhood, and was going block to block at any given time and was commanding this thing to shoot fire balls out on people. I was sooo scared in my dream I didnt know what to do. I remember peeping out my door and window just to see if her and this machine was going to come our way.
I was in the house with all my family members, we were together just in case we got killed. Somehow she got into my house and she kept looking at me. She said * Im about to do the paper work on you cause youre about to DIE*. She was staring at me, doing this dance and saying over and over again, that she was going to get her machine to set me on fire. She made me go outside but my family had to stay behind and watch me die looking out of the window. She was standing at a desk outside, still doing *paperwork* on me when I bust out and said. *Thats okay, you can kill me, but when God comes Im going to watch you burn in HELL!!! I said Im going to wake up again, but you are going to burn forever!! She was sooooo mad at me, but I kept talking and thinking that she was going to kill me anyway, so I should tell her how I felt. I looked down the street and here was her machine coming up the block. OMG I was so scared. I just kept on saying my peace to her, still she was doing her dances and telling me that I was about to die!!! I started praying and asking God to forgive me for all my sins, I told him that I loved him and my family and that I wanted to be with him forever.
 I felt peace.
 Then….. I looked up to the machine and she told it to KILL ME!!!! I fell to the ground, I felt heat but only a little bit…………. then I died.
 As I was laying there in front of my house on the  side walk, all of a sudden this tall, HANDSOME, thick thigh , big stomach * like I like em man* PICKED ME UP off the ground and KISSED ME! When he did that I woke up. I was ALIVE!!! He had me hanging over his shoulders and he took me into the house with my family. He sat me on the couch and the lady that wanted me dead walked in. She couldnt see me at all but I could see her. Somehow she knew that once he kissed me and I was ALIVE, that she couldnt do anything with me OR MY FAMILY EVER AGAIN. She was MAD too, because she wanted me dead. I was sitting on the couch watching it all go down. He said a few words to her and she left. He told me that he was an Angel, and the way he looked at me, our vibe, and connection was strong. I knew right then and there that I was going to be his wife. Then I woke up…… I couldnt go back to sleep because that dream was so powerful. It felt so real. I was alive and she didnt have power over me anymore. My family was there they were so happy. I don’t know what this dream mean, but I DO know its Spiritual. If someone who knows about dreams could comment or post, PLEASE DO SO!! PLEASE PLEASE!Â
 Thanks for reading
Lacrease


















