WE one ♥

WE are all different

there are no two that’s the same

different pigments, different strokes

same Love, same God. 

WE are all creators

there are no two thats the same

brilliant artists, creative activists 

different mediums, different canvas.

WE are a vision of His Love

the embodiment of His image

Time and energy 

Raised by the ancestors. Masterpiece of the King.

WE are an explosion of His purpose

the manifestation of two people 

Together becoming 

a Billion heArts. Yet still one L♡ve. 

SHIT

I tried to make up an acceptable acronym for shit. Acronyms always make things more acceptable, right?

S.H.I.T: Stuff Happens, It’s True!... Stuff Happens In Time... Staying Happy Is a Test...

You know the great thing about shit, is that it stands alone.

You don’t have to make up anything to support it, it is what it is, shit.

We all have a shit story.

It’s a story that really stinks.

If held in too long, the shit will kill you. It’s toxic and is meant to be let go or it will find its own way to come out. Everyone does shit in private and when we get really close to someone we let them get a whiff of our shit. Shit usually pushes people away, but there’s a few that will stand by and give you a listening ear right in the middle of a shit.

For years, my bedtime prayer was for it to be my last night. I didn’t want to live. The shit was just too hard to handle. I hated myself. I asked myself everyday, “Why did this shit have to happen to me?”

Shit hurts, y’all.

But even shit has a purpose. It starts out as food, then it’s processed and converted into the muscle that strengthens you and the energy that keeps you going. After it’s been used up for the betterment of your body, the shit has to come out.

Hold on to people that don’t leave you because your shit stinks and know that ALL things working together for good includes Some Hard Intense Trials.

The purpose of this isn’t just to see how many times I can say shit (even though I’m grown, shit). I write this just to remind you that I’ve got shit, you’ve got shit, we all got shit! Let that shit out and free yourself.

And after that shit, I bet you feel better.

Happy Monday! I love y’all.

Call, text, or DM me sometime... shit.

This is How I’ll Overcome

I was just reading an old email that I wrote my friend Eryka back in 2009.  It was talking about how stressed and depressed I was.  How afraid I was because I had high blood pressure and decaying wisdom teeth with no insurance.  How I was determined to fake joy until I could obtain it.  And how my bank account was negative after I finished paying my past due bills.  

That was in 2009.   Things have changed a little since then but not completely.

Still to this day, I struggle with stress and depression.   It isn’t because of any one particular reason, but rather a build up of small events over time.  The ironic thing is that I know exactly how to end the cycle and I haven’t done it, because of fear.

What would my friends think?  What would my family think?  I’d rather just take residence in a dark room than live the life that God has for me, because I am afraid to be vulnerable.  

Well if truth sets you free then I am ready to experience freedom.  If God is love, I am ready to experience God.  And if I am to live out my purpose on this earth, then I am ready to Overcome. 

This time I’m taking off the face paint.  I only wore it because I didn’t want you looking at me anyways. It allowed me to be someone else, but in order to live abundantly happy, I must face my truth. 

So here’s to my hope that the truth sets me free.  A hope that I will stop trying to overcome only by the blood of the lamb and truly overcome through the word of my testimony. 

My story includes some awesome times like being honored in a Walt Disney Parade and seeing the hand of God feed thousands with no money.  It’s also the story of a boy whose been hospitalized for trying to commit suicide and have battled with extremely low self esteem for his entire life.    

I honestly thought I would die before I experienced freedom.  That was the truth.  Three years ago, I was on the way to a planned death.  But today I am refusing to let that be my story and instead I am colliding with truth. 

So judge me, hate me, love me, talk about me, or ignore me… 

I must tell my story. 

This is how I’ll Overcome.