Let your life speak
This week has been a struggle, I cannot tell a lie. My hair that seemed to be growing is not – well a few hairs are growing, bless their little hearts. The bank denied my offer for the lot. I saw a house and was going to make an offer and a contract was signed before I could even get to square one. And I lay in bed and asked, “What’s it all about?”
There is an old Quaker saying, “Let your life speak” and that’s what I’m trying to do. My life is guiding me into my next phase, only right now it seems as if that phase is still a mystery even to me. I know where I’m headed, my life is calling me to write about race and parenting and to be an activist in this area. This is necessary for my son, it’s necessary for my city, and it’s necessary for me.
But there are realities that I’m still stumbling through right now. A friend is sending me passages – last night she sent hers at 3am and I saw it at 4am. Obviously a sleepless night for both of us. Yesterday it was a message to not fear lacking because your needs would be fulfilled – it was a timely message. Today, her message was to not give up hope.
And so this morning, I am awakened to hope yet again. Surely that is a miracle.