Have you ever had this deep, gut feeling that you’re supposed to be somewhere else?
We are not born into this world wanting to be anything other than ourselves.
So many doors remain unopened because we don’t talk to God. We tend to only go to Him when we are in dire need of something or when we are all out of options.
Thus, He becomes our last resort.
But God doesn’t want to be our last resort.
It’s something about the end of the year that pushes me to introspection. As soon as November rolls around, I begin to feel a tiny bit of anxiousness to tie up any loose ends left in the year.
Do you feel this way too? I seem to always do.
I would be lying to you if I said that I don’t think about getting married...because I do.
When you think of being authentic, you would think that it wouldn’t be hard to do right? I mean, how difficult could it be to be yourself?
The problem comes with not fully understanding who you are. It comes with not taking the time to face what you’ve discovered about yourself along your journey. Frustrations surface when you tuck the discoveries away that you don’t quite understand, pretending that it’s not inside of you instead of exploring it. But it is…and it’s begging to be seen.
I turned 30 last September and I have to be honest, I haven't really appreciated it until now.
In all honesty, turning thirty freaked me out. I kept thinking about how my twenties were going to be just a memory, how I wasn't yet married, and how I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be in life. Time just seemed to be moving so swiftly. I wasn't ready to be thirty quite yet. What did being thirty mean anyway?
I never thought someone would pay me to hear what I have to say. Like it seriously blows my mind. I have so much to thank God for... so much.
Although my journey confuses me a lot of the time, some days my journey seems clearer than others. Things just seem to make sense.
I have a fear of getting what I really want.
Sounds crazy, yes I know, but this is a real thing. I didn't know that this was possible until I sat down and examined myself. And it definitely makes sense. But how is it possible? To be afraid of receiving the very things that I am asking for?
We had to fight...yes, fight, to see the beauty within ourselves when you told us it wasn't there.
We looked deep within ourselves, past the hurt, pain, and your hate for our skin to find that beam of light flickering in the midst of our rage.
we found a way to celebrate who we are as black people. Because if we didn't who would've?