January Came
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January Came tells the story of a God-fearing family learning how to navigate through life's hardships.
Nicolette A. Easly is a mom, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, and now a first-time author. It has always been Nicolette's passion to write and tell stories. Nicolette was born and raised in Houston, Texas (southwest Ho
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January Came - Nicolette Easly
January Came
Nicolette A. Easly
Copyright © 2023 Nicolette A. Easly
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Josephs
Chapter 2: We The Family
Chapter 3: The New Normal Is Here
Chapter 4: January Came
Chapter 5: The Heavenly Gates Will Open For Him
Chapter 6: After You Went Home
Chapter 7: Standing In The Need Of Prayer
Chapter 1
The Josephs
W
ell, it's Sunday again in the Joseph household, my favorite day of the week. Like every Sunday morning and any morning, I was lying in bed listening to the sounds of my daddy's voice travel through the apartment. This was the norm in our household. He was our third alarm clock after my mom would yell continuously, Ya’ll better get up for church,
at least four or five times.
Emmanuel, Narah, Elijah, and Ezekiel,
my daddy yelled. Get up. Do not make me late for church this morning!
That phrase was said every Sunday by my daddy. It never failed. He was getting closer and closer to my bedroom door. I was just hoping he would pass me by, knowing good and well that was not happening. See, the thing is, once again, I stayed up all Saturday night, knowing what Sunday morning would bring. I did my usual - I stayed up late watching Martin and Fresh Prince reruns and Street Flavor with my brothers. Look, Martin was something serious to me. If anyone canceled plans with me, that was cool because I would definitely lay in bed and watch Martin. I still go to sleep with it playing in the background till this day; it's like my melatonin.
We would be awakened at eight o’clock in the morning. Bang! Bang! Bang! At my door, Narah, get up, or I will leave you. You are always the last one out this door.
I smiled under my covers, hoping for the best, thinking that if I played sleep long enough, eventually I would get left. I could smell my mom ironing last-minute shirts, pants, and ties. Anything we did not get out on Saturday night was done before we walked out the door for church. My dad, Mr. David Matthews Joseph, was a preacher and soon-to-be pastor of our home church.
It was the five of us every Sunday, my brothers and I, and my daddy. My mama chose not to go for her own reasons, which we all understood even though she never really came out and told us until we got older. We never really hounded her about it because, no matter what, she was still our mom and first lady of our church, whether it was acknowledged or not. I often felt like she was ignored because she wasn’t there by my dad’s side in the traditional way. I wasn’t looking for anyone to praise her but just acknowledge her. When she was much younger, she felt a sense of judgment. She wouldn’t wear those long dresses that hid her ankles. I mean, she just wasn’t that girl! She wore just a hint of makeup. She was this little woman with curves who dressed more modern yet still very classy and respectable for church. But some people looked at her like she was committing a crime.
There were other things that kept her from church. Mind you; I said church, not God. Let us just keep that in mind, people. It's great to go to church to hear the word and fellowship with others. I love church, but what if that building were not there? Would you just not worship God? Or not believe in him? Of course not. Look, church hurt is a real thing. Back in those days, though, I do not think they really had a name for it like they do today, but it is a real thing. Church hurt is basically when you are led to believe the people you fellowship with are rooting for you and praying for you, but instead, they are judging you, they turn up their noses at you, and they talk about you behind your back. The people who are supposed to serve the same God as you are doing you dirty. So you end up leaving the church because now your presumption of church is all the same. That type of hurt can turn someone away. My mama always said that just because they are sitting in church does not make them saved. You do have fake church people, unfortunately. That’s why you have to have God within you daily.
We would always get to church a little late, and, of course, I was to blame. I was the slowest out of the house, into and out of the car. Being late was my forte. Look, I was not happy about it. I was always the last and slowest to get ready, but of course, that was not my daddy's forte. Being on time was important to him. He had to be there to open up the church. He couldn’t just have people standing outside waiting to get in like some club on Friday night. He had to get Sunday School started. He tidied up the church, dusting a little here and there, changing last-minute light bulbs that would suddenly go out, polishing furniture, and before he started anything, he always began with a prayer. He took his pastoral duties seriously. He left nothing untouched or unsaved. But I'm jumping ahead. Let me give you a little background information about us.
Do you want to hear a story about how a Baptist girl fell in love with a promising Pentecostal preacher from 4th Ward, Texas (a neighborhood in Houston, TX)? My parents were kind of like your typical love story. They were high school sweethearts, but we really should call them 4th Ward sweethearts. She and my dad’s family knew of each other before they even started dating. They knew some of the same people. How my dad got