#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
I found a therapist who feels like a smart best friend. She understands my context and my subtext, and as a writer, there are few things more profound. 2022 has been the hardest year I can remember...the year that everyone died, or at least it seemed that way. 2022 soundly kicked my ass. Slayed me. …
I wake up every morning feeling fragile. I do not obsess over my mortality; rather, I am grateful to a larger extent each day the gift that my life, health, and strength are. I Do Not Take Life For Granted. Still, I stride boldly into each day, chin out. It's a farce, but it works. …
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Encores. You know, when the show is over, but you're just not ready to leave. This 31 days wasn't even my idea, God. This was all You. Now that I'm here, watching and waiting...yielded and still. See What I Did There? I ain't leaving. Remember when Peter, James, and John saw Moses & Elijah with …
I am grateful for my daily practice. Upon rising, I turn off my alarm, reaching for my phone to make my morning devotion and prayers.
My BBFFF heard it in my voice; this morning finds me weary. I'm feeling heavy. Today, lyrics from two of my favorites from Yolanda Adams soothe my soul and tell my story. "The fact that you would show somebody so broke down so much mercy ..." I'm Gonna Be Ready I say a prayer every …
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You don't need to do anything. Your joy alone will strengthen your witness and you will have the capacity to change someone else’s life. Even when I believe I have little else, I never lose mt joy for long.
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
"If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble." That peace is Sabbath.
I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
Chelle A Wilson 
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