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I’ve read the story of the Rich Young Ruler from Matthew 19:16 – 26 several times and lazily glossed over what Jesus asked the young man to do then quietly judged the ruler for not doing it. But the truth is, I might have responded the same way the young ruler did. If I had been following God’s commandments since…

I remember when forty sounded so . . . well, old. But that’s because I was twenty-something with only a glimpse of what real life ensued. As I’ve aged and the wisdom I’ve gained has shown up in my physical features, I’ve learned to truly appreciate the value in aging. I’m 41 years old and proud of it. When you…

I once had someone tell me that being a leader of others is equivalent to adult babysitting. (Whew, the accuracy.) Being a leader can be challenging. Some of you are leaders in the workforce, while others are leaders in their home and familial life. You may even be a voluntary leader at church, in a community service group, or on…

If you’ve ever lived away from home as an adult, you understand having to start over for a lot of the most pertinent areas in your life. This includes finding a new primary care physician (PCP), a new dentist, a new favorite Thai or sushi spot and most importantly, a new barber or beautician. As a Black woman, a new…

Forty. 40. Four-tee. 4-0. I keep rolling this number over my tongue. Tasting it. Trying to see what it feels like to say it. No matter how I tell it to myself and others, it’s the same thing. I am officially a forty-year-old woman. I’ve been saying “I’m almost forty” for a few years, but now that the day has…

Cecilia stood at the entrance of the tent with her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun. She was on the lookout for her husband. One of the neighbor’s young sons said the soldiers were on their way back home. She repeatedly looked out on the horizon every few minutes, anxious for his arrival.…

During the trials of this year, I’ve had a wonderful woman of God periodically check in on me and she always asks, “Is it well?”   Sometimes this question comes after a really long, tiring week when my emotions are high and my hope is low. Even though I know she truly cares about my response, I sometimes battle with how “real” I should keep it. Do I share…

I grew up in a house with praying parents. As a little girl, I remember my mom praying regularly. I don’t recall if there was a specific time of day, but it was a regular occurrence to see my mom kneeling at the couch or on the edge of her bed. She would take her glasses off and sit them…

I enjoy a good fight. It’s thrilling to see hand-to-hand combat in an action-packed fight scene. That’s why I watch superhero movies and only enjoy the combat video games. After watching a movie with a fight scene, in my head . . . I think I can fight using the same moves. My appreciation for a good fight is probably…

I was recently sitting on my couch watching Michelle Obama’s Becoming and I found myself smiling, crying and laughing . . . and it felt good. It felt good to express my emotions- unhinged and uninhibited.  I needed that expression because seeing your black and brown community dying left and right without justice is heavy. I have sat and met…