#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
This is the last day I'll ever be 55. I'm leaving the speed limit behind. As the song says, it's time to "Take the Limits Off."
I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.
The Very Definition of Both/And This morning's devotion, Born for More, included this admonishment, “Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.” You serve an Ephesians 3:20 God, accomplishing exceedingly, abundantly, above anything you could hope, ask, …
Wrestling Back My Peace In crisis, how do you define your faith? Having weathered multiple storms, I've learned... WARNING-you may need to clutch dem pearls… Fb/the idealist Everybody can't handle storms. When they come, if I ain't crying, nobody else gets to. I Do Not Have Time to Hold any Hands. It means that ish …
I don't trust your drive-by prayers
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 care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
Chelle A Wilson 
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