Such A Time As This

"Don't let doubt make you a slave to fear"

My friends keep trying to talk me off the ledge...B-U-T...

Some days, I am afraid to jump!

Some days, I give a slight pivot but retreat!

Some days, pitiful outweighs powerful.

However today, I am "crip walking" blindly on faith.

I am out here in "these streets" without:

life support,

a respirator,

mechanical ventilator,

or back up plan.

Don't bother asking for further clarification, cause I can't explain what I don't understand. (inserts nervous laugh).

All I know (for certain) is my 2020 vision got downsized by the "survival of settling" and I had been sulking in bondage every since.

This morning, I intentionally crawled out of my "woman cave of darkness" and declared that I'm not "finna" waste one more tear on anything left behind.

I refused to yell to the masses that refused to acknowledge my worth and
I refuted the weeds of rejection regurgitated by the enemy within.

I opened my eyes to a different reality and a fresh coat of paint.

What if God created "such a time as this" to:

My passion has always been social work.

renew the commitment,
revisit the vision,
reaffirm the "empathetic social advocate,"
refresh the goals,
and reclaim the victory.

What if the only baby in Philly with a black crib learned to stand on her own two feet and take the first step to destiny?

What if she threw away the soaked pillow of excuses and got busy?

What if this was the "appointed hour" that she shook off the shackles of codependency and lived free?

What if she started dreaming out loud again?

What if she closed her eyes to the clouds of pain and opened her heart to the power of prayer?

Examine your own heart....

What if the worrier woke up the warrior?

What if the passion collided with purpose?

What if the impossible was made possible?

Let the power of his promises restore your vision, resurrect the death of shattered dreams, and reclaim your faith.

You have the God given provision to

protect justice for all,

promote love from within,

and produce necessary change.

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