#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
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 …
Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
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 write. I don't always write well, but I write daily. It is exercise. It is worship. It helps encourage the practice of discipline in my writing.
I don't regret taking our children apple-picking, but it was a hilarious conversation. It made me aware of my privilege.
“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
Have you ever not liked someone you loved? There are challenging relationships that call us to honor our core values. I'm committed to this... And I'll be writing 31 days of Liminality. Join me??
It's a new season...
Not Perfect, but Oh So Good Edition. I have entered a new season. I do not know all I will encounter here, but I do well know the me walking into it, boldly. Hella faithful, hella Black. I am an inherited pearls-wearing, locs-tossing, liberation-theology professing, African Queen. Mama & Daddy said so. I am beloved …
Answering Our Forgotten Prayers 1. When my career was in free fall, I started writing to have something to do. 2. More than merely cathartic, it became my operating system for processing my world. 3. I love writing. 4. I rarely go a day without writing, or ideating about it. 5. When it came time …
Chelle A Wilson 
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