On the outside, there wasn’t a girl closer to God than me. But on the inside, I was full of doubt. I begged for salvation at every altar call, repenting for being broken and traumatized.
For voice, hope, strength
every poet weighed with
the power of the truth –
our very existence the resistance
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.
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.