If we don’t raise our voices toward each other, we will lose our ability to hear one another’s hearts.
I haven’t posted anything in a while – not even on IG or Twitter. It has taken some time for me to gather my thoughts and feelings, and then to transform them into meaningful words. The world will face much in coming weeks… even months. It seems that we are in unprecedented times, at least in these generations. Quite frankly, …
I need to lovingly pay attention when: my mind is cloudy; my body is tired and aching; my heart is heavy; my stomach is in knots; or my body is carrying tension. I need to pause and take care of myself when I’m feeling “partly cloudy with a slight chance of rain.” I need to check the forecast and plan accordingly…before it’s too late.
It is my sincerest prayer and deepest desire that I serve as a conduit for Spirit to speak.
I hope you see that surviving as you have is pretty badass…Better days are ahead.
There are signs that can help us discern when life-seasons are changing. I’m talking about that uncomfortable, awkward period of transition.
Have you ever been so desperate for something that you’ve done just about everything you could think of to make it happen?
In “sistah-gurl” fashion, I began to tell God how angry I was with Him…
Demand AND work for change until the stimuli of unnecessary suffering at the hands of unjust, misguided and ill-wrought systems are completely eradicated for the greater good of all people.
One night I had a dream that I was driving a car. I knew that I had a destination, but I didn’t really know how to get there (I had this dream long before I had GPS). I continued driving, reading road signs and looking at a map when I became increasingly sleepy. As I tried to fight sleep I heard a voice say “Let me drive.”