When I think of being chosen by love…I think specifically. I think of checking out TED Talks together and discussing topics related to our respective ambitions. He dreams. I think about his humor and laughing with me in the evening even if nothing went in his favor all day. He is optimistic. I think of his kindness and how he will show compassion when I’m wrong. He’s gracious. I think about his relationship with God and discussing personal realities of Christianity versus our humanity. He submits. I think about his imperfections and how we both desire to do things God’s way but also deal daily with the nips and tucks of the world’s way. He prays. I think about his work and how his purpose gives him energy. He lives. I think about him thinking of my well being above his own. He provides. I think about how he helps those in need even when no one is looking. He serves. I think about his value of family and his contribution to community. He leads. I think about this man who is imperfect but manages to love me above mine. He is wise. I think about our love surviving by grace. When I think of being chosen by love…I think specifically.
I am who I post to be:
I post my joyful pictures to drown out the times of depression.
I post good news to blot out the bad.
I post about love to kill the thoughts of hate.
I post the unity of my family to forget the times of division.
I post photos with friends to make up for moments of loneliness.
I post new and exciting opportunities to cancel out times I was never given a chance.
I post laughter filled moments to push away tearful times.
I post fun times as a reminder to enjoy life.
I post about God because He is love and He is life.
I post my life to encourage others…to find joy beyond melancholy moments.
I am super excited about the @mochakidmag expo! Little Girls and Their Ponytails, Little Boys and Their Super Heroes, Kita and Her Friends, and Sunny Smiles will be there representing wonderful messages. Come by to support this lovely event!
Humble Civic Center
Saturday Oct 24th
I am enough. If people read or don’t read what I write. I am enough. I am enough and my life matters like black lives matter. Whether I have the money I need or the job that I want. I am enough. If I am respected in the workplace or disrespected by inequalities. I am enough. If my hair is relaxed or in its natural state. Long, short, or none at all. I am enough. If I weigh more or less. I am enough. With blemishes or clarity of skin. I am enough. If a man sees me or if he looks beyond me. I am enough. Whether they are proud of me or they hate me. I am enough. If I’m married or single. I am enough. I was divinely created by God to be enough in this life. I am enough because I know who I am. I am confident. I am enough. It took me some time but I had to learn that I am in fact enough after moments of trying to prove my enoughness by using ineffective methods. It was draining and life taking but to know that I am enough and live in that is energizing and life giving. I am enough. You are enough.
This blog post was inspired by Oprah’s posed question…”What has taken you the longest lesson to learn?”