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, …
Monday Musings
My husband brought these to my attention. Women of African descent in America are like desert flowers. We don't need your water. We thrive with or without your attention. We are uniquely beautiful. Come for us, lacking in sufficient care and consideration, and you will walk away remembering the experience, for better or for worse. …
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.
Tuesday’s Wisdom
Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all. - Sam Ewing, humorist What are you turning up?
Monday Musings…
We worry too much. We worry about affording that which we desire, rather than considering whether the things we desire are good for us. We worry about having time to fit it all in, rather than thoughtfully considering what is really important, ruthlessly editing those things that are not. We worry about impressing people with …
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
Thursday Confessional-1st Commandment Edition: Let Go or Be Dragged
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.
God. She’s Black. I Have Receipts.
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?
Chelle A Wilson 
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