I haven’t blogged in a while mainly because I just didn’t know what u wanted to say. The month is coming to a close and so much has happened. The growing pains are continuing but I feel more peace and resilience with each trial that comes my way. The constant question that plagues is how … Continue reading Transition Tears
Tag: growth
March is almost done can you believe it! I don’t know about you but this month has had its ups and downs on my end. Globally we are going through the crisis in Ukraine where not only did we see evil in the form of bombs but also we saw the evil of racism on … Continue reading Choosing Joy
Grief has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. I recently have really been missing my grandfather; his words, his advice, his kindness. I’m sitting on the train wondering what I should blog about this month and that grief brought me back to something I wrote back in November. … Continue reading My Grandfather’s Hands
I read that caption in a medical record and it couldn’t be more accurate for how I’m feeling about my life right now. This past month has been a slight disaster/ life and death situation. I come out of it feeling like I’ve lost so much; specifically my ovary which contains much of my hope … Continue reading Failure to thrive in adult
It is not weakness to accept that you lack the capacity to do something. It’s actually strength.
Happy August friends! Well Summer 2021 is more than halfway done and I realize I have not posted since the end of June. This summer has been chaotic but I’m finally having some moments of stillness while I’m on vacation. In reflecting I discovered that I have recently had this sudden need to find relevance … Continue reading Time for a Check In
It was a post on Facebook where a friend was posting about someone in her community that was running for public office. A woman commented asking for the link to her campaign page. She later commented that she wouldn’t support her because she wasn’t pro-life. That was the one issue that was non-negotiable for her. … Continue reading Should We Reclaim Pro-Life?
I am not much different than her, the only two differences I can think of is that I have Christ and that I’m still alive. So, with those two privileges, I will say her name.
But in this thinking and processing, I’ve been going back and forth between what God was saying and what the culture was saying, and I got caught up. I realized that in this moment I’ve leaned more into my identity as a black woman and less on my identity as a Christian. That was wrong. In my frustration, I’ve posted, texted, and said things in anger that I never knew I had within me.
Confessions of an Enduring Optimist 