As you guys know, I love giving a backstory before writing a blog post. This one is simple: It’s International Women’s Day, and I wanted to write something for my women. At first, the words that came out were all too familiar: the struggles, the pain, the disadvantages that come with being a woman. But I cleared my drafts. No one needs another reminder of how we always seem to be on the bad side of everything. While writing my last paper this semester, I was in pain, the kind that makes you want to curl up and disappear. I had taken painkillers, but they barely worked. Still, I had to act like everything was fine, be a big girl, and write my exam. Because really, nobody cares. It happens every month, to every woman, and we’re expected to just "deal with it, you’re not special." And that got me thinking about the women who show up every day despite what their bodies are telling them. The ones who push through, not because they have a choice, but because life doesn’t pause for ...
I was conversing with one of my friends the other day, and I mentioned how I’ve chested every single thing that has come my way recently. Then, I linked it to the fact that sometimes I don’t fully process my emotions, especially when I’m in a conversation with God. I feel guilty for even having those emotions in the first place. You know that thing where you ask someone a question and then answer it for them? Or there is a situation that needs to be resolved by someone and you look for reasons why the situation shouldn't be there instead of resolving it. I’ve realized I do that for one reason: so God won’t think I harbor unbelief or fear in my heart. Basically, I try to impress God. Lol, the same God that knows my deepest thoughts. Then I thought of David, a man after God’s heart, yet he allowed himself to feel all the emotions he needed to feel, asked all the questions he wanted to ask, and then rounded it off with his belief and trust in God. He never tried to act li...