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    Obedience Is Better Than Sacrifice
    Obedience Is Better Than Sacrifice
    Obedience Is Better Than Sacrifice
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    Obedience Is Better Than Sacrifice

    By Ms. Bee

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    This book is about Ms. Bees journey to becoming a recovering addict, and is dedicated to all the Ms. Bees in the world on the road to recovery. This is not a self-help book, but a self truth book dealing with all of the emotional and psychological struggles that be have with people, places and things dealing with all the sacrifices that we made sacrifice family sacrifice love you sacrifice education. We sacrifice respect self worth and people who care about us there and much, but when we allow God to step into our life, we find obedience is so much easier to the will of God to let God do the work to correct this illness that has destroyed our lives, because once we come to the understanding that addiction is an illness and not who we are, and let the love of God showed you how precious you are and how special you are because you belong to Him, you find that obedience is so much easier than to sacrifice.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateApr 22, 2014
    ISBN9781491732335
    Obedience Is Better Than Sacrifice
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    Ms. Bee

    MS. BEE, counts herself as one of the millions of attics that count yourseylf bless to be able to give god the praise for being rescued andp restored. Ms. Bee the mother of two and a multitude of adopted children, that gave her the endearing name Umi writes for compelling story, about life, love and total restoration of being the daughter, mother, sister, wife and most of all the child of god. The small town upbringing that grounded her, in truth, morals, and the love of god, all plays out in this compelling story. The cast of characters helps her to truly unfold the ymeaning of the words obedience ispuou better than sacrifice.

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      Obedience Is Better Than Sacrifice - Ms. Bee

      Copyright © 2014 Ms. Bee.

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      ISBN: 978-1-4917-3234-2 (sc)

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      iUniverse rev. date: 04/14/2014

      A word to my Readers:

      This is my story that I share with you, with love. and the Hope that it speaks to someone in their struggle to find sobriety, these words, are words of praise to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for helping me find my way back, and for making me the head and not tail. These words also honor my parents and my loving children and to the wonderful people I call family to my loving husband, The Rock. The best is yet to come. Last but not least, my dears, and sincere friends Dee and Steve

      Most of all to my uncle Son

      For telling me, I need to write it down

      Obedience is better than Sacrifice

      D r. Gill yard closed the door behind him where the potbelly wood-burning stove kept the house warm, as he looked around. All was in attendance, awaiting the birth of Hoppie gal first child. He set by Hoppe’s father. Man Bryant and lit a cigarette. Looking into Man Bryant’s rise eyes. He quickly stated by the time I smoke this here cigarette that shot I gave her it should be done took effect. Man Bryant watched the tip of that cigarette burn bright and says my that’s a pretty long cigarette Dr.Gill yard looks around at the trusting eyes of the women who knew how to do his job of bringing children into the world just as good as him. He takes the cigarette and throws it into The ashes of the wood-burning stove and return in that same door he came out of, to where the young mother in the care of her mother and Aunt Sis. Seconds later, Maybelle Hoppe’s mother emerges from the room, and before she could make a report. A voice says you should call Duchess, if Duchess was here, no doubt she would have had that baby by now, Maybelle answers, not missing a chance to speak her mind. Look here, this is not mine or your will be done. Ain’t no going over Joe and hop heads Joe says he wanted Dr. Girard then that’s what is going to be, the thunder roared and a flash of lightning, May belle flinched, at the sight from the window giving her a slight chance to see Joe sitting in the car out front of the house… Man Bryant gave, May belle that look, that look says get back in there. She turns return into the room. The rain hits the tenting of the house. It was like music and intro to the song of life that the baby sings to her key of life. The gatherers gave the ahhhhes, the joy of relief that all is well. Then May bell comes out of the room and announces it’s a girl… . then Man Bryant says I guess we’ll call her duck. Cause… she was born in the rain.

      Yeah, I was born in the rain. All right, how come whenever shit happens, stuff I never thought I’d be doing it starts to rain? I just know some new stuff is about to happen… . . when this man shows up. I’m standing here, why I didn’t just leave. You don’t have to do this… . damn. But getting this money sounds good. Oh, here we go. What’s up, the brother with the third party stuck to him like a Siamese twin, he must be getting the stuff or either he has it with him. Waiting on you standing in this rain, this is human hair shaking some of the droplets of my new wig. You know what this thing will look like later in all this weather. Who’s your friend? Yeah, this is my girl Chocolate, Chocolate; this is Ms. Beeee. High, so you’re the lady Bee that I’ve heard so much about. Is it true you’re the best cooker, of rocks, come on ladies let’s get into a cab and head on out of this rain… well, Miss chocolate. You just have to stick around to find out. Chocolate further goes on to inquire is a true about what they say about when you blow them clowns out. It brings out the sexy in you. Like I said, Miss Chocolate. You just have to stick around and find out. Bill flags down a cab , okay ladies first. I heard Bill, order the cab to take us 134th St. and Lenox Avenue I look at Bill and says Malefic spot Bill replies. Yeah baby, he’s got it going on over there. I turned my face to the window. I look beyond my reflection and check out to scenari. The city looks clean when it’s wet. The glare from the lights sparkles like diamonds, mostly red. The ride was long enough to touch my face in my lipstick; my lips were like wet cherries. I ran my fingers through my hair to give it back. Somebody. My reflection looked good more than I could say for the melting chocolate. He had all of under him

      Getting out of the I pulled Bill to the side and asked Bill when will my money come into play and don’t give me no stuff. Just give me the 411 right now. I got what you come for and more, just get in there and do your cooking thing, make them pretty white rocks and all will be fine. . I knew what I was doing, I should, and Bill had me perfect the art of making rocks in a grimy hotel for two days. I guess it was about an eight ball. By the time, I knew how much baking soda and water to measure just right. By the time I was finished my rocks look like pearls, and I’ve been rocking ever since.

      The trees and brownstones apartment houses looked lovely this time of night in the rain. Bill rang the intercom, we were buzzed in as we walked in the short square lobby, the warm wood banisters, a feeling came over me. I could smell the stink coming from the girl chocolate. I held the banister tightly in my hand, which let me know that Bill had had a way with her, that’s why she was still with him. Finally, after climbing the stairs… . We arrived to Malice’s apartment… . One of his female companions opened the door. She’s glad to see us, because now, with us arriving whatever she was hoping for that she wasn’t getting she might get now. Bill asked… Where is the Houseman… . The young lady replied… . He’s in the front. Go ahead… You know where you’re at.

      Hey Ms. Beeee… . Mel this is chocolate hey what’s up. As we passed the first room about four people in it. In it, doing their own thing. Two of them looked at us passing had another sitting in chairs all tweaking. Into the open kitchen and living room on the couch and some were hunched over in whatever conversation, it stopped and it brought him to his feet in a manner of urgency… Chocolate right up under him, so close, Mel… as he was giving Bill. He is hellos. He damn near hit her in the face… . Hey Ms. Beeee. We all turned and walked over to the cookware, Mel reaches into the cabinet for the scale. I turned to the guys and asked where the main ingredient is. Bill opened his jacket and raised his shirt and reveals the plastic wrapped around his waist, his money belt.

      Laying it on the counter he unzips it, and proceeds to pull out 10 seal baggies of the white powder. Some bags had the shining glistening fish scales and some had that white Sharkey and others just was powder. I quickly assess the problem. I said, you know all these don’t cook a like. In mid air and said Ms.

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