sis, what if in our personal quiet time we admitted our weaknesses and learned to lean on Him as our ever-able source of strength, which would then bring us joy unspeakable that can never be stolen or drained but replenished daily by mercy…

what if we let the tenderness that once stood out so clearly as the essence that defined us, spring forth…while asking for wisdom (from above) on things like time, place, person and situation…

what if we didn’t harden our hearts thinking we need to look and act rough, tough and ‘too cool fuh school’ to be in business…to survive this warped and wavering world…what if we smiled at and prayed for each other more instead of lambastin’ one another behind closed doors…

what if we were kind and compassionate to each other – jusso regardless of skin tone, hair type, private or public school, bank account, wardrobe, wall or board house…

what if we admitted…remembered…that there are some things that come inherently natural to us and others that don’t, without feeling we don’t have purpose, proper position or enough recognition…we’re equally loved but not made the same (as them) – on purpose. And there’s a beautiful Promise and covering that comes with that…

what if we stopped being embarrassed about crying…about caring enough to. what if we paid attention to how our tone of voice and countenance literally change in different circumstances…

what if we recognized what we’re acknowledging to be true by (jokingly) asking ‘who wears the pants in this situation‘ or ‘in that house.’ what if we didn’t get offended when a gentleman opens a door for us or asks if we’d like help lifting a bag that has us sweating like an ox anyway…or buy into trending terms like ‘mansplaining‘ and just saw it as a man explaining something…

what if we realized that the brain we use to strategize and advocate for anything was a gift to us in the first place. But have we read the manual provided by the Giver on how to best use it or do we wield worldly intelligence like a ‘collins’ (cutlass.)what if we knew…saw it as an honour and beautiful blessing to be trusted to tend to a peaceful home, make a meal for someone and raise a little life…

what if we didn’t want to be ‘worshipped,’ but more so loved, cherished and appreciated.in many ways, culturally so, we’ve been taught not to trust them. not to expect much of them (but the devil is a liar!) so much so that’s it becoming popular to belittle them…but when the soldiers are called into action or disaster hits remember it used to be ‘women and children‘ to safety first. Do you honestly want to gear up and rush to a war while he bakes biscuits and gives himself a pedicure at home? No, you don’t sis…you know you don’t.

Don’t fall for it. The world is setting a trap and trying to use women as the cheerleaders for a completely different agenda. Don’t fall for it, sis. Do.not.fall.4.it. There’s no reversing this. It doesn’t matter what it looks like or what stats say. Trust God’s order.

P.S: i didn’t always think like this as some – maybe most of you may remember…so eye rolls, yawns, intellectual schpeels, whispered words and witty quips will probably in the mix…woulda thought or done the same thing once upon a time. Thank God those days are over and it’s all about new beginnings.

Lots of love