“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
31 Days of Liminality
31 Days of Liminality
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
Monday Musings
Joy is a shield. Praise is a weapon.
Monday Musings…how we start the week
You have everything you need within you to change the world.
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
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
Thursday Confessional-1st Commandment Edition: Let Go or Be Dragged
Redefining Who I Am
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
You Weren’t Born This Way
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.
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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