#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
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. …
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
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. …
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.
Even in my evolving, liminal state, I do best to keep my mind and eyes open, and my mouth shut. That is one of Cara Meredith's lessons, far more gently put. Bridge building is an act of redemption, and I learned from her as I read.
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?
If you're wondering about my current personal mantra, it's this, "I am my ancestor's WILDEST DREAMS."
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 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...
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.
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