This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
In making my peace with present-day matters of race, gender, and power in America; in finding a way through my disappointment, frustration, and fear, I had to embrace that as a woman of African descent in modern American, my life has very little value.
I don't regret taking our children apple-picking, but it was a hilarious conversation. It made me aware of my privilege.
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
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.
If you're wondering about my current personal mantra, it's this, "I am my ancestor's WILDEST DREAMS."