Sometimes in life, things may seem— to you—disconnected and unrelated. So disjointed. But that is to you. To Me, your life is a puzzle. I see the end and have given you the pieces. The more you seek Me, the more you see Me. The more you see Me, the more pieces you place in the puzzle.
I, along with two Black women—one with 20 years of experience and another with over 20—were all pushed out. We were forced into silence. Our voices didn’t matter to those who had the power to hear them. As a Black woman in Amerikkka, I’ll say this: Black and Brown women are often fired for no longer being a “culture fit.” Interesting, isn’t it? We were hired because our excellence preceded us, and yet months or years later, we’re no longer a fit? If (White) folks were truthful with themselves first and with others, are Black and Brown women not a “culture fit,” or are you simply racist or prejudiced?
God, I thank You. I thank You for the work that I do. I thank You for the lives that I touch. And I thank …
True courage lies in asking boldly and daring to dream of the life you’re worthy of. But do you truly believe in your heart of hearts that you deserve it? It’s time to uncover the depths of your worthiness and step boldly into the life you’re meant to lead.
“You have not because you ask not.” “Ask, and it shall be given unto you.” But do you believe that it should be given to you? Do you believe that you are worthy of the thing that you’re asking for?
I’m taking a moment to honor my imperfections. To boldly (?!) say: did y’all know you could do something and do it imperfectly and it’s still gonna be okay?! The moon didn’t fall outta the sky. Neither the stars nor sun. My job is still jobbing. My breath is still breathing. My car is still running. My home is still a home. Everything is precisely how it was because WHO CARES IF I AIN’T POST ON SUNDAY?!
God is Truth. Capital T Truth because ain’t but One at the end of the day. Truth and trusting are soooooo deeply interconnected! I can’t have faith without Truth– God’s Truth, not my own!– and I can’t have faith without Trust– again, trusting God, not myself!
By trusting, I open my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul to the infinite possibilities of God’s Truth. This divine truth is not just a concept but a living, breathing essence within me, within us!
Adulthood involves reparenting ourselves, offering the nurturing, boundaries, and love we missed in our younger years. It’s about healing our visible and invisible wounds, rewriting our subconscious minds, and shaping our lives according to who we want to be, not just our past traumas. In this post, I delve into what reparenting is and isn’t, the benefits, strategies on how and why I do it so you can, too. Reparenting is loving ourselves like God loves us.
Among a group of people I don’t even know and had just met, I heard myself say, ‘You’re standing among divinity. Yes, we are all divinity personified, but ya’ll, I’m amazing! I am divine!’ I wasn’t arrogant. It wasn’t cocky. It was a kernel of truth. The words flew out of my mouth like water flows from a waterfall—organic, natural, supremely true. This confidence, I’m sure, comes from the affirmations I’ve been writing and saying and singing and praying.
“Celebrate the gift of rain.” It was for me. That sentence, small and full, was entirely for me. I wrote it down so I could return to it. I believe in a lot of things, but coincidences aren’t one of them. No, I believe in God. A God so big and caring that he’d drop breadcrumbs of love for me, calling me to him, ensuring that I know it’s him. Some people also call them God winks. It’s me, I’m also some people.
