VRB Publishing
Featuring the memoir Shattered In A Split Second
For I walk by faith... Not by sight!
NO ONE IS EXEMPT
Told From My Perspective, Not Yours
Excerpt #1
When a series of unfortunate events strikes you or a loved one, the first thing a number of people do is blame God. They start with questions like where were you, God. Why did you allow this to happen, God? Why have you let tragedy invade my home, God? Where were you? Why did you leave me, God? Blah, blah, blah.  Then, a wise figure like a great-grandma will say in her southern voice, “It was God’s will, baby.”
  
Excerpt #2
don’t remember very much. My childhood years have somehow been blocked from my memory. When I speak to others about their formative years, many can remember when they were four, five, six and seven in detail. But for me, I can’t remember, and if I do have any memories of my childhood years, they’re not the fondest memories with the exception of one.

Excerpt #3
To blame God is to not know God at all. Because He doesn’t always give you what you want when you want it. He will surely give you what you need. He will empower you, encourage you, and embrace you with His word that we so often ignore. And when we ignore God, He ignores us too.
  
  
 

NO ONE IS EXEMPT

Be Still And Stop Blaming... God

SHATTERED IN A SPLIT SECOND


Excerpt #1
It was August 2005, at exactly 2:00 a.m., when I woke up.  I am usually fine with just a summer night breeze to keep cool, but the combination of heat and stickiness that night was overwhelming.  It's hard to sleep when it's that hot. I got up to turn on the air conditioner in my room, and on my way back to bed, I walked to my oldest son's room to see if he was at home yet. That is what I usually did: checked on my boys. He is a young man now, but, as his Mother, I have always been concerned about and involved in his life. He had just started a job and had to report to work at 7:00 am. It was strange that he was not at home. My gut told me something was terribly wrong.  But, that night, I did what I always did. I prayed to God to please bring my son home safely. Then, I drifted off to sleep.  

Excerpt #2
Where did you say you were going Atiba? Out!! Whenever I asked, he gave me the same answer "Out." "Why do I need to tell you every time I leave the house?" "Okay, the Bronx, Ma." "Where in the Bronx, Atiba? And who are you going with?" "Why, Ma? Why do you have to know who I'm going with?"   "What if you don't come home and not one person, even your friends know where you went or who you were with. I call the police and they ask me if I know where you went or who you were with. What am I supposed to say?"

Excerpt #3
At 3:15 am., my phone rang. I woke up immediately frighten. Who would call at this hour unless it was bad news? I picked up the receiver reluctantly. "Hello."  
"Hi Mrs. Bagby, this is Aquil."