Yesterday on Facebook, I drew my line in the sand. It was a long time coming, and I'm not sorry. Taps the mic, "is this thing on?" PSA: I am a grown woman of African descent, born and raised in America. As a direct result of our current national leadership, and the freedom it grants …
Thursday Confessional–Lamentations
Every morning, without fail, I rise, grab my phone, and read from the Bible. Photo by Mateus Souza on Pexels.com Why? In acknowledging my tech and social media addictions, ( I'm being honest, how about you?) I seek God before shenanigans; I have all day for those. Having endured many seasons of storm and want, …
Thursday Confessional
What are we celebrating?
Thursday Confessional
Oooops... 1. So busy being about it and forgot to talk about it. 2. Had confirmation from a mentee that availability for Divine assignments is all that is required. 3. This is it. There is No dress rehearsal. 4. Be grateful.
Thursday Confessional-Victories are Never Small
I have been engaged in a daily gratitude practice. Each day, I write 3 things that have brought me joy. It changes your perspective. I cannot recommend it enough.
I Do Church Differently Than My Ancestors Did
I don’t proselytize, I do not boldly declare, I just am. I live a life, wide open, fully committed to the Gospel as I understand it. It is natural. I am filled with a holy boldness, and a little bit dangerous, but only in the most beautiful and sacred way.
Thursday Confessional
Sunday is the Christian Superbowl. It's almost time for Alleluia, TGBTG.
Thursday Confessional: I Can be a Curmudgeon
Prayer, pre-dawn workouts, and sunrise-chasing walks with your dog are prescriptions for joy. When life eFs up your plans, yell "Plot Twist" and keep it moving.
Thursday Confessional
Random thoughts... 1. I had lunch with a colleague and new mentee yesterday. She works out 5 days a week. Convicted, I'm writing this from the treadmill. 2. Was talking about overdoing. Remembered this wisdom, Let go or be dragged. You're welcome. 3. I love the people our children have become. Good job, God. 4. …
Redefining Who I Am
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.

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