More than satisfying, breakfast was a faith lesson. It was also about communion, as it satisfied my hunger and that of the adorable interloper who nicked what I didn't finish (I was done).
What’s In Your Hand?-Another Look at a Scavenger Omelet
31 Days of Liminality
I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.
31 Days of Liminality
Requiem; Here and Gone I've said often, my grandmother lives in me. In many ways, I am more like my mother than my Granny, but Lucille lives in me. I Love Fiercely It was always clear to us that we were sheltered. We were bathed in the glow of her pride, the warmth of her …
31 Days of Liminality
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
31 Days of Liminality
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
31 Days of Liminality
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, …
31 Days of Liminality
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.
31 Days of Liminality
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.
Thursday Confessional
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 …
Thursday Confessional
My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.
Chelle A Wilson 
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