my African Americans this is a very dry time of year for us
shea butter (NOT CHAPSTICK) on the lips, thick lotion on the legs, and the heaviest conditioners on your hair
and don’t forget to slip a travel size lotion bottle your bag
together we can prevent ashiness
& may The Lord add a blessing to the reading, hearing and doing of His Word.
i love my people I swear
Tina is in my top 3 favorite tv characters right now. The awkward groan she does when she’s unsure or embarrassed slays me EVERY time.
Got one more week before classes start. I’m teaching an 8am class this semester (yikes), so I’m gonna start conditioning myself to be able to wake up at 6:30 and work out and eat breakfast.
Season premiere of Downton Abbey tonight!!! Hoping this season will be a little lighter after last season’s depressing finale.
My father was a pastor. That means growing up I was surrounded by religion and church and crosses and Billy Graham tapes and all this religious paraphernalia. I remember the first time I got “saved”. I was eight and we were about to take communion. The youth pastor’s so gently put it to us that if we took communion and weren’t saved that we were lying to God and liars go to hell. So a young and scared me, accepted Jesus into my life. Ten years, three churches, and multiple tear stained pillows later, and still haven’t found God. And maybe I wasn’t ready to meet God before. Maybe I had to get to a certain level of broken before he revealed his self to me. Or maybe he has revealed his self to me and I wasn’t ready to be truly be with him. Or Maybe God has revealed his self to me and I didn’t realize it. Maybe he was in that old man I sat next to on the bench other day who started talking to me, and pleasantly distracted me from the fact that I was being followed by some creep. Maybe he’s inside the homeless man that roams around my neighborhood that I make it a point to avoid, but also feel sorry for. Not in a “he’s pathetic” kind of way, but in a “he’s got a family” or “he probably loves someone and can’t be with them” kind of way Because I don’t believe that someone finds God inside of a pamphlet or inside the four constricting walls of a church. You don’t just meet your maker out of force or promise that you’re going to get something out of return. What I learned about growing up wasn’t God, it was a caricature man made to reassure his conscious. God shouldn’t be something you’re threaten with. God shouldn’t be used as a ticket to get to heaven or as a key to a better life. I want to be in love with something otherworldly. I want something so beautiful, it’s like I have heaven pumping in my veins. I want to finally be connected something beyond my comprehension. Maybe he’s in the tiny triumphs in the everyday. Maybe he’s the clarity of the rain and the warmth of the sun. Maybe God is something i’m supposed to find in myself.
Procrastinating over. Have a great day everyone.