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.
However you define silence or stillness for yourself, I hope you come to know it, understand it, and above all, practice being it: Stop fighting. Calm down. Be quiet. Be calm. See. Understand. Desist.
To overcome addiction is to slow down enough to notice: Why am I reaching for this? What am I trying not to feel?
God is surely not measuring your worth by your output. He is inviting you back into a divine rhythm. One where peace leads. The one where presence matters more than productivity.
I do not call it love when someone I’m dating neglects me. So why would I call it love when I neglect myself? Neglect is not love—not when it comes from others, and not when it comes from you.
I do not call it love when someone I’m dating neglects me. So how can I call it love when I neglect myself? Love is not just what we feel. It’s what we do.
I made it through because I always make it through! I am resiliency personified. As I look back at a journal entry from June 2024, I am stunned by the growth. Tears well and fill my eyes because, holy moly, I can’t believe this is my life! This is the life God and I co-created this year.
I am healed, and I am healing still. I am recovered, and I am recovering still. I am nourished, and I am nourishing still. Thank You, God, that I serve the God who says, ‘I Am That I Am.’ And because I know that, I know that I AM, TOO.
May we flow in Your grace, knowing that You created us 70% water and 100% capable. With You, nothing is impossible, and in You, we are victorious. It’s already done. Amen.