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BJ Mood Swing

Stephy Says 💋 I remember a viral video on Facebook of a guy sitting in the car singing Praise on the Inside by Jay Moss. The post was shared by The Playmakers Entertainment. I’m sure you remember the video too, but you probably don’t know it yet.

From his physical appearance, you would automatically assume he’s a rapper—or, at least I did. But when Holy meets hood, you get “ya lil brother.” Even The Playmakers Entertainment Facebook caption said:

Don’t judge a book by it’s gold grill … Bjmoodswing is his name

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Stephy Says 💋 meet vocal viral sensation BJ Mood Swing.

Many artists have the natural born ability to sing, perform, & entertain. Most times their music is described as “feel good” music. It’s music that touches your heart & your feet. But, BJ Moodswing touches the soul. He taps into the spiritual part of listeners from the start of the song to the ending of it. He was provided with a gift that he selflessly gives to others. The viral video that was previously mentioned was recorded at one of the most devastated moments of his life, & he sacrificed his pain to give his listeners hope. He allowed God to fill him in the areas that he felt the emptiest & shared his private moment of worship with us.

He had just lost his son, & he sacrificed his moments of grief to give his gift to us during his loss.

See full story of his loss here

His voice & purity of his heart is both penetrating & life changing.

BJ Moodswing

His voice combined with the selection of song will transport you to an outer realm. As a listener I can assure you that his melodies seep into your brain & the lyrics tug at your heart. Every note is emotionally rich, & he’s the epitome of an artist with transcendent music. There’s a unique signature to his voice that is not easily imitated. It’s a blend of originality mixed with well known voice such as Pastor Tim Rogers. BJ doesn’t perform or entertain, he breathes life into his listeners.

His voice breaks yokes & has a different form on anointing that is recognizable & resounding. His voice has the power to shift the atmosphere & shift things for better in your life. As I mentioned earlier, he sang himself through his own grief with a voice that was given through the power of God. He uses music from his mouth to reach the heart of the hurt, including his own heart. Not only does he sing to connect with the heart of the listener, he sings to connect with his own faith. He is not communicates God’s love for him, but also his love for God.

BJ’s voice & humility is praiseworthy, but rather than accept accolades for his gift—he gives all praise to God.

BJ delivers blessed music to the broken.

He offers healing music to the hurt.

He gives the Savior’s music to the sick.

He provides faith music to the fallen.

He sings hopeful music to the helpless.

Make no mistake, he’s not perfect but his heart is pure. He just uses his gift from God as creative expressiveness while also encouraging others. What appears to most imports to Bj is displaying his faith so that others may also develop faith in God.

Though he doesn’t necessarily label himself as a “Christian” artist, but being a believer causes his values, spirit, & beliefs to be produced or show in his singing. Singing is HIS form of worship & reverence to an almighty God. In the midst of a chaotic & hateful world, the love & joy he has as a believer shines through his voice. I believe his appearance debunks myths or breaks the stereotype of what a Christian should “look” like.

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The Church Robbed Me of Motherhood

My unexpected journey of motherhood began about 10 years ago in July of 2011. I never expected to be pregnant. I only took a pregnancy test for the heck of it. I remember that my exact reason for “peeing on the stick” was just to see what it would say.

The double solid burgundy lines appeared on August 18, 2011. I was a youngster at the delicate age of 19, smack dab in the middle of nursing school.

Those two lines hit me like a ton of bricks. I was terrified. Embarrassed. Uncertain. Disappointed. Stressed. I became another “statistic,” and I immediately began grieving over the life I planned — but one I knew I would never have. My mother was supportive and tickled pink that she would be having a grandbaby. As expected, my dad was irate and hurt that his baby girl had gotten into this predicament. I was too scared to tell him, so my mom broke the news. Next in line to deliver the news to was my grandparents, great aunt, & brother. No big deal. It was an initial shock, but they bounced back quickly. I expected this kind of behavior from my family.

What I didn’t expect was what happened next. After my family, I broke the news to my former pastor. The response was like one I had never seen before. Immediately, I was condemned. There was a secret meeting, (one that my family was not invited to), held about my pregnancy. A church member informed us about the meeting after it was over. From there, things trickled into several meetings where he behaved like a child throwing tantrums and slamming objects over something that didn’t even belong to him. He even placed his hand on a Bible & swore to God that death would come upon not only my child but for me and my family as well. He blamed his heart palpitations and chest pain on me for having “to deal with this.” Sermons went forth from the pulpit as he preached about daughters that were “hot in the tail” and needing to “keep their pants up.” He was even bold enough to inform me that my son was not in God’s will because he was going to be born out of wedlock. My son was “Ishmael” not the “promised child,” which was used in reference to the biblical text of Abraham’s children Ishmael and Issac born by his handmaiden and wife. He even went as far as instructing members of the church to not speak to me or my family. That was enforced in yet another secret meeting.

I was expecting to be embraced and ended up being a disgrace — and given a sure highway ticket to hell by the pastor.

Needless to say, the stress was at an all-time high. I began to have vaginal bleeding. To my surprise, I learned that I was pregnant with two babies. Yes — twins. I was managing my stress from being newly pregnant, completing nursing school well, but the increased stress of the church and pastor killed one of my babies. I don’t care what anyone says, he murdered my baby. The blood will be on his hands.

Though my son is happy and healthy, losing that child hunts me more now than ever before. That’s because now, I struggle with infertility. My body has rejected me the same way my former pastor and church did.

After I had my son and became a single mother, I decided that I didn’t want any more children. I saw no issue with that decision because I always assumed that if I wanted another child, I could have one. The issue occurred in 2018 when I became deathly ill with the flu, and my uterus presented the size of a pregnant woman. After multiple negative pregnancy tests, both urine and blood, it was found that there were “growths” in my uterus. Leiomyomas. Uterine fibroids.

Between 2018 and now, they have grown my uterus to the size of a woman that’s 20 weeks pregnant — but, there’s no baby. They’ve compressed my femoral artery and given me “pregnant legs.” My acid reflux is constant, and I’ve managed to develop a case of hydronephrosis (kidney diagnosis).

I’ve heard the term “hysterectomy” more times than I would like to admit. I cringe every time I hear it.

My life has changed drastically rather quickly. I’ve had to deal with the pain they had been causing, the heavy periods, the rapid weight gain, but ultimately — the inability to conceive.

I have grieved the loss of my faith, the loss of a church and pastor I thought loved me, & now I grieve the loss of my fertility.

I’m a newlywed, and now, not only will I possibly not be able to give him a child…

My first pregnancy may have been my last pregnancy, and the church robbed me of what should have been one of the happiest moments of my life.

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