#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
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,
Joy is a shield. Praise is a weapon.
You have everything you need within you to change the world.
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.
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-1st Commandment Edition: Let Go or Be Dragged
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
Chelle A Wilson 
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