That simple, yet dangerous, prayer led me to begin again. God soon filled my heart with a new vision: to become a professor and to use the professorial platform to speak and write about issues of race and Christianity.
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is MORE. I’m not a prose kind of person at 4:00 a.m.
Yak and Dove are two unlikely friends. Dove wishes they were twins and perhaps this would make them closer and more alike. After a temporary parting Yak and Dove realize that by digging deeper than aesthetic similarities they have more in common that they originally thought.
What a gorgeous book of connection with our dreams, and our knitting together of reality. I love how this book knit together a story of dreams and overcoming unknowns.
Insert chill ambiance set to a playlist of lyric-less hip hop songs, nearby an arsenal of books and a revolving wish list of required reading. In two hours, I will begin to ready myself for a one hour commute to my full-time job. I will listen to podcasts the entire drive there. I will park my car and jot down, in my bullet journal, all ideas that are still lingering around able to be captured on paper.
That faith could be reimagined in America as part of the solution rather than part of the problem, is something I feel a deep desire to understand given our current president and his administration. This is what Michael Wear seeks to inform his readers of in Reclaiming Hope: Lessons Learned in the Obama White House About the Future of Faith in America.
Just like this hillside, my soul has been scorched by fiery trials. For many years, I waded through the thick black smoke as my soul was left desolate, dry, and gasping for air. All signs of life were stripped away, leaving only a remnant of skeletal remains. I felt forsaken and forgotten. It was hard to imagine my soul flourishing again.
It is said some don’t grow into their name
it fits like a pair of medias
two sizes to small
I heard God whispering to my heart when I read that story. You like to bake…what is his favorite dessert? I remembered how much he liked cheesecake. Working up my nerve, I invited him over for supper on a Sunday night. He agreed, and I prepared our home, a special meal, and my heart for his arrival.
Never an empty soul
Because he made it so.