Troubling night. Each morning, reaching for my phone to silence the alarm, I read my morning devotion and prayers before anything else. Lord, I declared that I needed You, and indeed You heard the cry of my heart. Hmmm… by Marilyn Pagán-Banks | Let sinners be consumed from the earth and let the wicked be no more. Bless …
My BBFFF heard it in my voice; this morning finds me weary. I'm feeling heavy. Today, lyrics from two of my favorites from Yolanda Adams soothe my soul and tell my story. "The fact that you would show somebody so broke down so much mercy ..." I'm Gonna Be Ready I say a prayer every …
He shepherded me out of a broken career and into the light of the writing-life I was born to live, so of course, many of my best stories were about him.
We're doing it all wrong. What if we're not supposed to pour out all we have before restoring our portion. What if what we're supposed to give is our overflow?
I seldom experience the anxiety that used to send me running, from the grocery store, out of my office, clawing at my clothes, gasping for fresh air. Oh, you didn't know that about me? Yeah, I'm that high functioning. "RESPECT. You Da MVP. Scratch That. You Are An Idiot"
I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
The key to this game of life is loving all of yourself, even as you continually evolve. Yeah, not only am I a grown woman, I am a grown-ass African-descended Queen, beloved of an Omnipotent God.
I truly wish that I was a more trusting child. Sadly, I am not. I'm going to require a little extra work, but I know You. I fully understand that I am just a moment in Your Eternity, and that You can be patient with me.
..whereas I was asking God to open the door if that was God's Will; God burned the house down, eliminating the door.