Seeds for the Journey

Tiny seed in the ground, take your rest; be fed by the fertile ground in which you’ve been

planted. It’s cold now, but you’re insulated and safe from the elements

Wait for spring, for that’s your time. Your tender shoots pierce the earth

With sunlight and rain, unfurl silky green leaves and raise your head towards me

Stand tall as your beauty is appreciated, confirmation that your journey was not in vain

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Free to Be

I want you to live the life you were meant to live, be the man you were created to be. Whether or not it’s with me, I want you to be free. These aren’t just pretty words on a page; there’s truth in them, but truth expressed with the utmost compassion, respect, hope, love and faith. 

Free from the hurt and rejection of the past. Free of the anger of not being seen for who you are, not appreciated for all that you have to offer. You’re a good son. You’re a good man. 

Free to know and trust that you can go to your Heavenly Father with the guilt and shame, understanding that he already knows, he cares and loves you more than anyone else ever could. 

Contrary to the popular definition of a real man, it’s okay to cry. It’s healthy to trade stoicism for transparency. It’s a beautiful thing to be free. 

Free to know, feel and trust that even though it feels like we’re worlds apart right now, you’re not far from my mind and heart; you’re close to home. You are so incredibly loved, that it can swim across the divide.  

Free to rise. Free to soar. Free to look upon the horizon with hope and expectation.   

Free to be

F.R.E.S.H

Who likes stale bread? I can’t think of ever being excited to sink my teeth into that. Sometimes eaten out of necessity, but not the most appetizing. Sure, it can be used to make delicious dishes; stuffing, bread pudding, croutons and french toast to name a few. In these cases, stale bread is transformed by eggs, spices, milk, butter, etc. to enhance the flavor and by cooking it, add to the crustiness that has already naturally occurred.

I don’t want to be like stale bread for any reason, but especially when it comes to relationships and purpose. I want to continually have the desire and action of taking over new territory with a fresh perspective and approach to old ideas and ways of doing things.

Ah, but when it comes to fresh bread, there’s nothing like the warm, buttery smell and texture. It’s comforting, hearty and make me feel at home.     

Let Freedom Ring

You flung the lid off of Pandora’s Box, thinking your charisma could tamp down the hate, but you underestimated the toxicity you tapped into and gave new life. You can still right the wrong by making a clean break from the despicable rhetoric, ill-advised choices and actions. Make your motivation not about yourself and your interests, but the well-being of all the people you have the duty to serve with dignity and respect.

Let freedom ring

That reality T.V. show bubble you live in has gotten real in ways you didn’t anticipate. You can’t change the lighting or leave what’s unflattering for you on the cutting room floor. You have to own it 100%. Every word that comes out of your mouth, every tweet and every action committed by you or anyone acting in or invoking your name. The buck stops with you. Be the leader of the free world, not one bound by autocracy, bigotry and misogyny.

Let freedom ring

Surround yourself with people who are wise, experienced, not seeking their own agenda, compassionate and level-headed. Your first few choices have been the antithesis of creating and contributing to the unification of our great nation, but you still have time to turn it around. People that won’t just say yes, but will challenge you with truth and to do what is right for all of the people in this great nation, not just factions.

Your only mandate is to be fair and work towards the interests of the entire nation, the people that make up this beautiful melting pot that Lady Liberty stands watch for through the darkest night and fiercest storm. This melting pot, seasoned with the diversity of its people, making it a rich, hearty stew.

Let freedom ring  

Beauty All Around

                 If I have nothing, I have you

                   If I question who I am, I am yours

                   When the future is cloudy, I can rest on your promise to give me a hope and a future

                   When I am lonely, I take comfort in the fact that you’re always there

                   In weakness, I rely on your strength

                  When I look back over my life and remember all that you’ve done – the love, grace

                  and mercy you have shown—I rejoice and see the beauty all around me

                  I see the beauty in you

Clean Sweep

Just like we do spring cleaning in our homes, deep clean your mind of the clutter and dirt left behind by past hurts, shame and resentment. Like clearing the cobwebs allows you to see and walk about unobstructed, clear your mind of memories that cloud your judgement and your way. Keep the wisdom gained and sweep the waste to the trash and take it to the curb. Sweep, sweep, sweep!

 Open the window to allow the fresh air of forgiveness to rid your house of the stale air. Wash the window of your soul of all the grime that’s accumulated. Attack the clutter by sorting through to keep what is of value, putting it in its rightful place. Wash and polish the baseboards and floors of the dust that has settled.

 Now, breathe in deep and smell the clean. Appreciate and bask in the unfiltered sunshine pouring into the room and into your soul. 

Who Do We Want to Be?

I’m glad the presidential campaign and election is over because it has been mentally and emotionally stressful and draining. Jaw-dropping and epically horrific to watch and experience is an understatement. On all sides. As a woman, and one of color, the rhetoric and actions of this election cycle have been disturbing and troubling. What comforts and gives me hope in times of uncertainty is remembering and knowing my sustainability is not found in man; it’s found in God.

 With that said, I certainly understand, feel and don’t trivialize the fear, dismay and anger by some of my countrymen. For those of us who exercised our right to vote, there is either jubilant astonishment or utter disbelief and outrage. We can’t stay here. What has to happen now goes beyond mending fences; we have to repair the breach and close the chasm caused by this election cycle. For those feeling like they’re holding on to the edge of the cliff, we need to extend a hand to pull them up so they can stand on solid ground. No matter how our opinions differ, we have to respectfully recognize the value in each other.

 The words spoken by the president-elect during his acceptance speech were gracious. The real test will be if those words translate and bear out to consistent action. My prayer for him is that he would have the wisdom, will, desire and compassion for the people of this nation and around the world and let that be the motivation behind his actions. Who do we want to be? The world is watching.

 

Freedom of Choice

No matter what we go through, no matter how we feel, we always have a choice. The choice to bury our head in the sand or face the obstacle in our path. The choice to run away or stand up and fight really depends on the situation because either could be the right action to take. It really has to do with how we see ourselves, what we believe about ourselves and where we believe our strength comes from.

Sometimes the options aren’t desirable or meet our perception and hope of how it would fit into our lives. One of the definitions of fit is being suitable for a specified purpose. Sometimes difficulty and heartbreak are suitable for the specified purpose of developing character and compassion, widening of perspective or recognizing where you got off course and need to refocus. But it comes full circle to choice. We choose to stay where we are or grow. And that’s a powerful thing.

Full

How do you look at life — half-empty or half-full? My natural disposition is half-full. When I look back at all that Jesus has done; miracles he has worked in my life and the lives of others around me, reflect on his unfailing love that never lets me go, half-full goes to full. Overflowing, when I allow him to continually fill my cup with his compassion, grace and mercy.

He alone has the ability and capacity to fill the voids and holes in our lives, watering the dry places if we allow it.