I met God. She's Black. I have holy receipts. Lord, reveal in me that which is being unleashed? What door, hidden in the grass like this key waiting to be found, are You calling me to walk through?
God. She’s Black. I Have Receipts.
African, Educated, and Petty AF
If you're wondering about my current personal mantra, it's this, "I am my ancestor's WILDEST DREAMS."
exhaled.
My shallow breathing is evidence of lack of trust in God. When we breathe in a shallow way, the body remains in a cyclical state of stress—our stress causing shallow breathing and our shallow breathing causing stress.
2019-My One Word is…
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...
Old Year’s Night-This Year, There Will Be Fire
Having finally begun understanding whom I was in God, I began changing. Eviscerated, ground to fine dust, demolished beyond recognition, with nothing more than the salt from my own tears, I shed like an old skin the shards of what was. There was no more of me. And in the absence, after so many years, there was finally room for God. It was the time of my EVOLUTION. Evolution, however, was not the end of the story. The rest of the story will be told in the revelation of my 2019 One Word.
Here is the lesson, and it is simple…
1. Step out in faith. 2. Don’t think about the ending (that’s not your job). 3. Just Do (that is your job). 4. God will be glorified. Thus Ends the lesson. To God Be The Glory. Go forth.
A personal testimony; apply it as you will…
Spend time in a crucible; it'll get your life right.
Storms are not punishments, see them as the Refiner's Fire. Or not. Who taught you that God was hateful?
A caregiver’s prayer
I have been struggling. It's not new, certainly not unique, and I will find myself here again. Caregiving is the way we love those we love. We give because we can. We give because we must. We give because the health and welfare of those we love is as important as our own. It is …
Hurry Up, Jesus!
Hurry Up, Jesus!
This may be my most enduring prayer. It is also my least successful. That does not stop me from praying it, all the time.
I don’t want to be holy.
I am a mess,
and I will be a mess.
And yet, He loves me, deeply. Fully, with clear eyes and total commitment.
