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?
African, Educated, and Petty AF
If you're wondering about my current personal mantra, it's this, "I am my ancestor's WILDEST DREAMS."
Old Year’s Night-This Year, There Will Be Fire
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.
A Catholic and a Baptist Walk into an Episcopal Church…
Regret. Should. Sometimes I believe the best way to articulate the power of relationship is to begin by defining all the expectations that it should never work. (side note, in addition to the “regret” I assiduously avoid, add “should.”) I describe my two best friends as the sisters I chose for myself; I know, God …
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Here is the lesson, and it is simple…
1. Step out in faith. 2. Don’t think about the ending (that’s not your job). 3. Just Do (that is your job). 4. God will be glorified. Thus Ends the lesson. To God Be The Glory. Go forth.
A personal testimony; apply it as you will…
Spend time in a crucible; it'll get your life right.
Storms are not punishments, see them as the Refiner's Fire. Or not. Who taught you that God was hateful?
Hurry Up, Jesus!
Hurry Up, Jesus!
This may be my most enduring prayer. It is also my least successful. That does not stop me from praying it, all the time.
I don’t want to be holy.
I am a mess,
and I will be a mess.
And yet, He loves me, deeply. Fully, with clear eyes and total commitment.
How to survive anything, and I mean anything.
I am comfortable with Maya Angelou’s characterization Father/Mother/God for several reasons, not the least of which is that some days I need a Father Figure, others the Compassion of a fierce and Omnipotent Mother, and other days when it does not matter.
God is so much bigger than any box we could conceive.

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