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Saturday, May 31, 2014

She That Findeth by Kim Brooks



Meet Kim Brooks, author of She That Findeth  #shethatfindeth

About the Book

Ten years of believing, yet still no husband in sight for Shenita Love. The Bible does say “Wait on the Lord,” which, for Shenita, means waiting for God to deliver her a soul mate. Then again, God helps those who help themselves.
On her thirty-fifth birthday, Shenita’s fear of never starting a family has reached a fever pitch. Her trusty “rule book”—filled with guidelines for dating—simply isn’t cutting it. Soon Shenita is signing up for online dating sites, hitting on men at sporting events, and putting herself out there in ways she never imagined.

When Shenita stops playing by the book and takes matters into her own hands, she finds anything can happen.

Meanwhile, her closest friends are struggling with their own issues of sexuality, acceptance, divorce, insecurity, and financial strain. Always the faithful shoulder to lean on, Shenita wants to be there for them, but her desire to find a man leads her to an unforeseeable circumstance. A place where she must examine her relationship with God and reconsider her priorities.


Excerpt from She That Findeth

Chapter 1
“Happy Birthday to ya…Happy Birthday to ya…Happy Birth-day!” sang and clapped my three closest girlfriends at a small table inside a quaint restaurant in downtown Detroit.  Too bad it wasn’t karaoke night; that was Thursday.  But I was still too excited that my birthday fell on a Saturday in March this year.  That made up for the fact that it was my 35th and here I am celebrating it with a bunch of females.
     I love my girls and all, but sometimes a sister just wants the presence of a man.
     Here I am all decked out with my off the shoulder purple blouse, short fitted gray skirt, silver stilettos and matching Gucci bag yet no man to compliment me on how good I looked.  I had just gotten my hair cut and colored with a light brown Mohawk on top that faded to black in the back and my makeup was flawless.  I even bought and wore hazel contacts, which I was hesitant to buy at first because of my brown complexion – but they actually looked kinda cute on me.
     I was feeling this “new look” and new me, yet there was no man seated next to me to whisper in my ear how I was the finest thing in the room.  Nope, at thirty-five, here I am with not a prospect in sight.  No man, no boyfriend, not even a “special friend.”            
     Nobody.
     Lord knows I just knew I would have been married with at least two kids by now.
     I’ve been believing God for a husband for over 10 years now.
     I keep my list of ten things I’m believing God for in a mate tucked away in the zipper part of my Bible cover and have done so for years.  I guess I never really attached a timetable to my requests – maybe I should have said something to the tune of, “Before my eggs dry up and I have to believe God like Sarah and Abraham, Lord.”  Maybe then my prayer may have been granted a little earlier.  At the rate I’m going, I’m going to have to take in vitro and believe God for twins.  Thank God for technology.
     “Haaaa-peeee-birthday…Happy Birthday…Happy Birthday…”
     I could tell the waiters and waitresses, all of diverse hues, were getting a kick out of my friends’ rendition of the Stevie Wonder classic as they grinned from ear to ear and nodded their heads.  I wondered if they had ever heard it before.
     Or maybe they were laughing at my girl Danielle, also known as Dani, who swayed wildly with her Android taking pics in one hand and her glass of Sprite on the rocks in the other.  If you didn’t know Dani was saved you would think she was drunk, and at just two years shy of forty, one would never know by the way she carried herself.  Always ready for a good time, Dani took pics of herself showing off her fresh makeover, which brought out the peach undertones in her tan complexion, and her new black-and-gold minidress, which flattered her tall, curvy frame; and she also took pics of me and the rest of the crew and uploaded them to Facebook simultaneously, half of which I hadn’t even seen yet to approve.  Lord, I hope she doesn’t tag me in any pics where I’m looking crazy.  Candid shots get on my nerves.
     “Make a wish, girl!” Danielle yelled while snapping her head swerving her long, black layered weave to the other side, almost hitting Jackie in the face.
     Jackie just looked at her and rolled her eyes as she proceeded to stir her black coffee.  She wiped the cheek where Danielle’s hair almost smacked her, probably hoping it didn’t turn her fair skin pink, as Jackie bruises easily.  She had stopped singing the song a while ago and looked ready to go home.  At thirty-six, Jackie appeared as if she had had enough of all the many years of singing birthday songs and probably wanted to catch a rerun of her favorite show, Law and Order, again.  With her being a prominent, well-respected attorney in the city she was greatly intrigued by that show.   I wouldn’t be surprised if my birthday festivities weren’t ruining all her normal Saturday-night fun.  Jackie ran her fingers through her short curly red hair, then rested her hand on her forehead.  
     “Yeah, Shenita,” sprang Pippa while scooting her chair in closer to the table and positioning her round frame just right as she pointed her light brown manicured finger toward me matter-of-fact, “The Word says in 3 John 1:2  Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth, so it’s okay to make a wish and blow out the candles.”
            At thirty-two and the youngest of the crew, I wondered if Pippa really thought I needed her approval based on The Word on whether or not I should make a wish?  I guess she didn’t know me as well as I thought she did, otherwise she would know I’ve been making wishes and blowing out candles ever since I got saved fifteen years ago.  I wasn’t convicted about it then and I sholl ain’t convicted about it now.
     Man, this birthday cake had so many candles on it that it looked like if I didn’t blow them out fast someone would have to call a fire truck.
 Thirty-five candles –  one for each year of my long, unfruitful life.
     I take that back, as a public relations specialist for the Detroit chapter of a national non-profit, One Love Initiative, from the outside looking in, I had all the makings of a success.  I literally have had hundreds of people come up to me in tears and say how the non-profit I work for, which as a result of fundraising efforts provides housing options for single parents and low-income families, how I, or at least how my efforts, changed their lives.  I love what I do, and thank God for the job that definitely keeps a sister’s condo association fees paid and Benz car payment up to date, but even still, I feel my life is lacking in one area.  Love.
     So with a big inhale and then a huge blow over the strawberry shortcake with my favorite cream cheese icing, I silently made the same wish I’ve been making since I was twenty-five:  “I wish to find true love and happiness”  Except this time I did something I had never done before with my wish.  I added these four words,
“This year, Lord . . . please.”




About the Author
 
Kim Brooks is the Award-winning author of non-fiction and fiction books for singles including Black Expressions Bestseller, He’s Fine…but is he Saved? and her newest novel release, She That Findeth.

Kim is a former guest columnist for Gospel Today Magazine and featured on The Word Network and she publishes a monthly eNewsletter, The Single Heart, and an online daily devotional for single women which encourages thousands worldwide and is subscribable for free on her website, Kimontheweb.com


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1 comments:

Tyora Moody

Thank you for introducing your readers to She That Findeth by Kim Brooks.

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