The more complex my life circumstance, the less complex my prayers. More of Him. God with me. Less of me. Words fail. Presence succeeds every time. Keep me near thee, oh God. Those few lines sum up last year. Simple prayers. Deep lament. I’ve found depth in brevity; the closeness of God in times ofContinue reading “Answerless Hope”
Tag Archives: Grief
When privilege speaks
WE ARE HERE AGAIN. Another #unarmed Black man murdered under the guise of a citizen’s arrest. #AhmaudArbery and #SeanReed are the latest trending hashtags attempting to shine light on injustice. This time my anger feels different. I’m enraged. Maybe it’s because we’re here again. It’s more likely because I know that my voice is notContinue reading “When privilege speaks”
Invisible Scars
It is the third quarter of the school year and I am scarred. I look the same on the outside. What has happened to my soul is undetectable to the human eye, but I AM SCARRED. As a proud Black woman from the south, I have traditionally looked for scars on the exterior of myContinue reading “Invisible Scars”
Absent Affirmations of my Father
Father’s day is near and this year I don’t feel prepared to lament the indefinite absence of my father’s presence once again. As if there ever was a preparation substantial enough to carry the weight that my father is no longer alive. It’s been almost 22 years and I never feel prepared to thinkContinue reading “Absent Affirmations of my Father”
The Suffering Saint
Recently, I have spent a lot of time thinking about suffering and my desire to avoid it at all costs. It sucks to suffer. End of story. January was laden with suffering and loss for a few of my friends; 3 funerals in 3 weeks to remember the lives of 2 fathers and 1 son.Continue reading “The Suffering Saint”
Brothers Forgive Me
This unsolicited request for forgiveness is long overdue. This cry for forgiveness is birthed out of a new revelation of the deep and damaging impact of mass incarceration on men of color; men of color like my brothers. The brothers that I grew apart from long before we grew up because in their youth theyContinue reading “Brothers Forgive Me”
Silence Doesn’t Feel Like Solidarity
Those that know me well know that I love truth more than I love comfort. This past week, the ugly truths of police brutality, implicit racial bias, and systemic oppression of black and brown people made many uncomfortable. In fact, many are still uncomfortable; particularly in the christian community. This past week has pushedContinue reading “Silence Doesn’t Feel Like Solidarity”
Precious Predilections 