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If I had to sum up July in one word, it would be embrace. My first moments of embrace started last month when I sat through No More Broken Cisterns with Dr. Crystal Lou, and somethings broke off of me. Even in the wellness journey, there are things I am still working through. Sometimes, we do not realize how heavy experiences, narratives, relationships, or events were until we finally release it. I entered July knowing the month might require me to confront losses I experienc

I haven't blogged in several months. If I'm honest, I told myself I was embracing stillness. I told myself I was making space to slow down, to be present with the Father, to stop avoiding obedience, to stop avoiding sharing my experiences and the stories He has entrusted me with, and to stop running from my emotions. In many ways, all of that was true. But if I'm being even more honest, there were moments when stillness became a place to hide. Not because I was avoiding God,

“You are only free when you realize you belong no place—you belong every place—no place at all, the price is high, the reward is great.” — Maya Angelou. So many times, I have sat in spaces questioning whether I belonged; the space challenged me, exposed me, brought me to my knees, and put me on my face. These spaces were uncomfortable, but God knew I belonged in these spaces, not for me, but for His glory. I remember sitting in rooms where a quick glance sparked the thought,

Black History Month is a time of reflection, remembrance, and honoring the resilience within our stories. I am using this moment to share my personal reflection on oppression and trauma as seen through the experiences my Granny, Addie Mae Wright, so vividly shared. When we learn about African American history, we see it through many lenses. If we are not careful, those lenses can become clouded by the voices and beliefs of others, micro-aggressions, stereotypes, inherited nar