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Valda Lynn

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About Me

PRAISE IS WHO I AM...I'M JUST A SISTER WHO LIVES TO LOVE, LAUGH, AND BE THE BEST MOTHER,DAUGHTER,SISTER & FRIEND I CAN BE. I DON'T ALWAYS GET IT RIGHT BUT, WHEN I DON'T...IT MATTERS TO ME.I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT SOME OF THE BEST TIMES OF MY LIFE HAVE BEEN JUST BEING AROUND THE LOVE AND LAUGHTER OF MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS. THEY ARE PRICELESS!SINGING IS MY PASSION. SINGING TO THE GLORY OF GOD IS MY PRIVILEGE. EVERY TIME I OPEN MY MOUTH TO OFFER A NOTE (EVEN IF IT'S WRONG..HAHAHA), I'M AWARE OF WHAT AN HONOR IT IS TO BE ABLE TO BLESS GOD WITH THE FRUIT OF MY LIPS, AND THE GIFT HE HAS GIVEN ME. IT'S NOT ALWAYS PERFECT, BUT IT COMES FROM A SINCERE PLACE. TALENT IS INDEED A BLESSING, BUT IT'S THE ANOINTING THAT DESTROYS THE YOKE!!I WORSHIP UNABASHEDLY, LOVE SINCERELY, NURTURE INHERENTLY, PARENT LOVINGLY, CAREFULLY, AND STRESSFULLY:-), WORK CONSCIENTIOUSLY, PLAY UNINHIBITEDLY, SCREW UP FREQUENTLY, THANK AND PRAISE GOD FOR HIS GRACE AND MERCY…DAILY.

My Interests

Anything that edifies God, Love going to Church, hanging out with my wonderful family, singing, vibing to music , more music, Shopping, rollerskating, dancing, basketball (pure spectactor, but I do have a nice J ), poetry (I dabble in a little writing), being surrounded by the many children in my life.

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Music:

I love music of all kinds, as long as it's good! Gospel is near and dear to my heart (especially choirs),love my old school R&B, reggae, classical, pop, rock, jazz, latin. Like I said, I like it all, as long as it's good.

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My Blog

When I say...

Christians - By Maya Angelou When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'." I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven." When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't s...
Posted by Valda Lynn on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 10:14:00 PST

A Woman

"A Woman""Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because the ALMIGHTY counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib.Not from his feet to be walked on.Not from his head to be superior, but from...
Posted by Valda Lynn on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 04:39:00 PST