Community Development/Human Behavior, Uncategorized

My Colored Dream

Broken women, men, and children seeking wholeness. Modest to extreme we’ve all traveled many paths and roads to get to where we are. Now that we are here, mess recycled into messages, pull another up.

I have a dream that the Stripper poles will cease to exist and mothers can tell their children they can make it. I have a dream that welfare mothers will write policies telling the story of paradox to work and or go to school before deciding to break the cycle and entre-preneur themselves. I have a dream that brothers will stop pimping our sisters and sisters will stop shaking that their momma gave them especially when she wanted you to conserve it for your marriage night. A precious gift. I have a dream that victims who can’t shake the mentality will wake up and realize that they gotta get free to fulfill their purpose and accept people for who they are. I have a dream that role models will be enlarged to enclude God’s Generals who preach the word of God rather than the pursuit of a reality-star brand to be renewed based on public opinion. I have a dream that the TV would see to tel-a-vision that was imported via satellite from the land of reality TV. Sometimes I just wanna box up my satellite and return to sender but the viewpoint of they will not dominate my space and I will not become a hermit because of it. I have a dream that red taped bureacracy will cease to exist and programming and funding will assist the very people for which it was designed to assist and there would be no need for mounds of paperwork to delay or prevent the system from short-circuiting. I have a dream that our emotions will not seek to bound us in chains but security will be in God as the source. I have a dream and I will keep dreaming on a regular walking out the dream called purpose.

Thank you Tyler Perry and BlackTreeTV.com

Emotional Healing, Uncategorized

Looking Inward- Orphan No More

ImageOn a given day we assess so many things, whether a report at work or the amount of apples in the refrigerator before making that stop to the grocery store. Consistently evaluating to see if our subject measures up to the stated standard of our upper’s approval.

It is so easy to see how one could then apply that mindset to the navigation tool of their own life and seek to be adopted by the standard of Mother Earth…feeling like an Orphan…separated by our once reality, the constant voice who always stabilized us in our uncertain times…thinking why like Corinne Bailey Rae, why we are not quick to let our guard down, cautious and walking on ice with every relationship that comes our way, ready to show our ID to justify our age when we know we’re over 21 and oh so grown!

A tweet here, a post there, and an entry on the blog all seem to soothe the soul because writing is what I do. Making strides to be all that God wants me to be creates a constant put on my mentals when I do not seem to identify with the traditions that history originally footprinted me into. How many people do you know seek for validation? My God, this is such an intimate and red faced topic but who gets it? Validation defined is to recognize, establish, or illustrate the worthiness or legitimacy of. I remember hearing when TD Jakes father passed, the poignant moment of his message that resonated with me was the time when he stood over his father’s grave commanding him to remind him of who he’d become and what would he be. Once a happy go lucky young boy walking it the footsteps of his father was now thinking the heavy thoughts of an orphan. Similarly, it felt as if the fabric of my identity was stripped when my parents passed away. Relationships with people and place did not appear to be the same. Interests that once captivated me did not. I remember getting in my car and running away….driving until my car was on empty unwilling to face the reality that I was going to learn to live life without them. My validity did not matter because it was swallowed up in silence and therefore so I became until God found me.

Coming out of validation addiction is like a person being weaned off of hard drug-.one step at a time, intense introspection, and the Word of God. It can be done and I am so sure of this. As a public affairs professional, servant of the Lord, doctoral student, and organizational consultant, absolutely everything that I do is heavily scrutinized by various eyes commenting and adding to or subtracting from the reality that I seek to create. As you move away from the reality of the world and into faith or from the seat of negativity to the seat of positivity, or even from the diaspora mindset to the kingdom mindset, you will not be able to allow the validation to move you. If the likers LIKE your post, it is really appreciated, if they comment, that is great too; but now more than ever, the time to be free is nigh.I am walking this out and it is liberating as you come into your Godself. When Adam and Eve were in the garden they were naked- chilling absolutely in the garden and wandering around until someone brought to their attention that they were NAKED (exposed). Their internal reality and peace had suddenly been overturned and what they believed to be true on the inside of them—the peace that passed all understanding had succumbed to the external reality around them. As a result they began to change—their clothes, their mindsets, etc.

Don’t allow the status and pictures on Facebook or other social media outlets to shake your core and make you believe that you are not valuable! Stop looking to the media to validate your existence or tell you how you can get a man in 15 days when they can’t even begin to tell you biblically how to keep him. Refrain from attempting to try social drugs at a house party or lounge because that one experience can get you hooked to a substance for life! Seen the METH billboards? Retreat to the top of your stairs or lay and stare at the ceiling and ask God to reveal himself to you and show you the plans that HE has for you! His plans and His validation are sure and trust me you will never be shaken.   

I think it is time. Yes, it is time.

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