2019 is the year of my restoration to intended use as Designed by my Creator. Aligned with my gifts, attuned to hear and be led. My One Word is...
2019-My One Word is…
31 Days of Liminality
Wrestling Back My Peace In crisis, how do you define your faith? Having weathered multiple storms, I've learned... WARNING-you may need to clutch dem pearls… Fb/the idealist Everybody can't handle storms. When they come, if I ain't crying, nobody else gets to. I Do Not Have Time to Hold any Hands. It means that ish …
31 Days of Liminality
I don't trust your drive-by prayers
31 Days of Liminality
Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
31 Days of Liminality
In making my peace with present-day matters of race, gender, and power in America; in finding a way through my disappointment, frustration, and fear, I had to embrace that as a woman of African descent in modern American, my life has very little value.
31 Days of Liminality
She challenges me to be stronger. She insists on my advocating for myself as I always have for her.
31 Days of Liminality
I write. I don't always write well, but I write daily. It is exercise. It is worship. It helps encourage the practice of discipline in my writing.
31 Days of Liminality
I don't regret taking our children apple-picking, but it was a hilarious conversation. It made me aware of my privilege.
31 Days of Liminality
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
31 Days of Liminality
Go where you are celebrated...
31 Days of Liminality
“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
