My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.
Thursday Confessional
Thursday Confessional
More and More Gratitude Edition 1. Mama will soon have all her checks in the nest, briefly. 2. They bring tales of their travels, their experiences, their getting on, without us. 3. I do not want them back; but I appreciate having them around. They are no longer babies. 4. They taught me as much …
Thursday Confessional
Full on Gratitude Edition Today is the one year anniversary of my employment with HB, except I don't work for them anymore; we were acquired.For the first time in my professional career, this acquisition represents an exciting opportunity for me. I'm thrilled.My BFF rolls in tonight to celebrate her birthday and my taking a big, …
Thursday Confessional
1. My father liked his coffee the same color as my mom. Wow. 2. Sometimes getting away from it all is difficult. That doesn't mean it's not necessary. Pencil yourself in. 3. There is always time to pause. 4. Wise warriors prepare for battle. We stay ready. 5. I had to grow up to appreciate …
Thursday Confessional-Praise Will Confuse the Enemy
Please -- love on, be present with, and pray for each other mightily. Say and do the things. We waste so much time not saying that we care, that we are afraid, that we need help.
Thursday Confessional
Gratitude Edition This time, I refused to respond to the triggers that usually set me off. I've done too much lamenting in this space. In this moment, Lord, I just want to thank You. My little girls are not little anymore. They are about to fully embrace life. We're seeing Ailey, the three of us, …
Thursday Confessional
Transformation is not easy, but it is beautiful.
Thursday Confessional
Another Let Go or be Dragged Edition (You'd Think I'd Learn)
Thursday Confessional
I am inspired by my friend Carrie Kuba to take a public, weekly look at myself. This has not been a great week. 1. I'm not feeling 100%. Fighting to keep pace this week instead of respecting the clear message my soul was sending devolved into malaise and pettiness. It was not a good look. …
My Roses Come with Thorns
On the day I write this, I mark 21 years since my father’s sudden, fatal heart attack. You’d think I’d be over it; I’m not. On this day, I had yet another reminder...my roses always come with thorns.
Chelle A Wilson 
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