Healing Isn’t Colorblind: Why My Love Begins with Blackness
The love I exude for Black people—PGM!—can be felt by everyone. It’s not selective, because love—true, divine, holy love!—knows no bounds. My love is God’s love.
The love I exude for Black people—PGM!—can be felt by everyone. It’s not selective, because love—true, divine, holy love!—knows no bounds. My love is God’s love.
Rest so deep and full that only God can meet me there. No—that only God does meet me there.
This is the one life I have. And I want to live it. Out loud. Boldly. Courageously. Not just in word, but in action. Not just by faith, but by works.
That’s the thing about boundaries—they don’t simply protect your peace. They reveal your beauty. They make room for it to rise, unbothered, unbent, and fully seen.