Category: Coffee Confessions
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Late Posts are the BEST posts: A Saturday Stop-by becomes Sunday’s What’s Up
Okay yo. So this past week, my GOD.😭 Talk about exhausted! Cuz I was. I was thoroughly exhausted in ways you can never really understand. The new job, crazy and conflicting schedules, and then the turmoil in house? I wanted to fall over and die when I realized Tuesday night that it wasn’t Wednesday night. […]
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Acting with Integrity, an act of obedience
Walking in Integrity: A change in real time I am uncomfortably honest these days. My mother constantly says to me, “Stop telling so much of your business on Facebook.” I am always puzzled, because I rarely share the ways in which I share here; those posts are vague and God-laden. These posts are detail rich […]
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Learning to Lead While I Follow
All my life I have been a process person who taught processes to people because I can make any process make sense to any person willing to engage in a process (note I said ENGAGE—can’t make anybody do anything, your kids at school included). It is what has made me effective as an educator. Not […]
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Bitter Whispers
confession: I received a text this morning that prayed over me—which would have been WONDERFUL, except the prayer was 39 years too late. I immediately felt triggered; the thought came to my mind, “If you had been here to pray this prayer over me when I was little, maybe I’d not have suffered so in […]
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The Arc of Grace: Vulnerability
Vulnerability is a precious gift that we hide away when we are abused. I pray that we are all able to occupy that safe space fully and in love. confession: I am still very afraid of sharing my feelings. I hate being rejected, and I have had too many people who supposedly love me tell […]
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It doesn’t hurt but I am hurting: The Start of My CHASING After God
On August 19, 2016, I wrote this on Facebook: It doesn’t hurt but I am hurting. Disclosure: Sometimes the mask slips, and the feelings I contain to preserve peace come into view, riding waves of tears and sadness and shame. The older I get the harder it becomes to affix the mask. The contours of […]
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The Prayers of the Righteous
When I was a kid, I wrote a prayer. I prayed this prayer a lot. I couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7, but I read the Bible over and over, all the time. And I prayed this prayer. I still have it. It goes: Dear God, I want to Judge like Deborah, fight […]
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Depression, Confession, and the Miracle of Mental Health Care
confession: I have suffered from depressive episodes all my life. I didn’t know that’s what it was because black people generally don’t talk about that kind of stuff. It got REALLY bad when I was pregnant. Both times I had post partum depression–with the first one? It was full blown, full out episodes that my […]
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Sunday thoughts
I am still learning how to live outside of transactional love—how to deactivate these expectations. 😮💨 Cuz it’s really not people who hurt you most times. It’s the expectation of how you want them to be, how you want them to see you, how you want to be treated. You know: the broken places in […]
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Sometimes honest Christianity looks like the Struggle
confession: I have started a particular post four times. And each time I erased it because I was talking out of my agitation and NOT my anointing. “Human anger does not ever produce the righteousness that God desires.” (James somewhere, my version of it. 🤷🏾♀️) Sometimes, you gotta sit the game out before you sin […]
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