This is where I come and let you peek into my world (or just open all the curtains and doors and let you in). There's NOTHING special about me or the life that I have except that I am willing to be open about my life to hopefully encourage others to live it out, laugh it up and love it all!!! This is the life that we have been given and we might as well make the most of it.
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Monday, July 15, 2013
Pink Elephants and Brown Skin
So there has been a great deal of attention in the media recently that has triggered a wealth of thoughts and concepts to roar through my head and heart. First let me say that I love the judicial system and all that it was created to be. When we look at it on paper, everything fits perfectly. It eludes to the notion that we are all as citizens given the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Unfortunately, it takes humans, with individual emotions and personal motivations to bring that system to life and this is where things get muddy and messy. That mess is where injustice happens and causes outrage and frustration. But as one of my friends posted "we must address the pink elephant in the room" I began to think about it and realized that one cannot acknowledge what one doesn't see.
See, as a black woman who was raised in the south in from 1977-1995, I was able to see what it was like to be of a demographic that was not wanted. I recall being in kindergarten and the blonde hair blue eyed boy wanting to play in my hair that my momma had freshly pressed for pictures that day. I also remember his friend telling him that if he touched my hair he would not be his friend anymore cause he would be a "grease monkey like Natasha". I remember being called a nigger in 6th grade, telling the teacher and her ignoring me. I remember it happening again and being so upset that I pushed a kid and my mother telling me that I should have never responded that way because that is not what I was so clearly this kid was not talking to me. I remember being in High School and hearing the white kids shun the white girl who dated one of the star athletes at our school who happened to be black. I recall them saying that once she had been used by a nigger she was even more trash than she already was (because she was from a lower income part of our area). In 1995 I remember standing in formation at Ft Leonardwood , MO on day two of bootcamp as the only black female in the first rank and hearing one of the males in rank behind me stating that "the only nigger I would ever _____ is one that looks her...you know, the one's who don't have hair that looks like wool off of a damn sheep." (I didn't respond because my momma said CLEARLY he wasn't talking to me because I'm not a nigger). I have been called out of my name, I have been degraded, I have been spit on and threatened to be killed if I didn't "get my black ___ back to Africa where I belong." Not in the 1920's, 1940's or 1960's before marches were held that demanded for us to be treated equally. This all happened after numerous people died to say that I was just like any other little boy or girl born in this country. I was American and because of this, I was entitled to the same rights and freedoms as my white counterparts. Right?
So when things like the OJ Simpson case arise and he is acquitted for a murder that clearly pointed to him having murdered his former wife and friend, blacks did not rejoice because "we pulled one over on them." The celebration was for a few reasons. One was that it meant that the system was not just messed up for the rich white people but it was messed up across the board so we were no longer going to suffer injustice alone. Two was that "now they see how we feel." It sounds harsh but this is just the raw truth of it all. Most blacks felt that he was guilty but him being acquitted had more to do with us seeing that we were being given the same "favorable" treatment in court as whites than it had to do with us believing he was innocent.
This State of Florida (Trayvon Martin) vs George Zimmerman happens and reality hits. Black kid (who Zimmerman referred to as "F___g Coons") is walking down the street on a rainy night. He is approached by a grown man (after being told NOT to pursue) with a loaded gun and loses his life. Even in death, this young man is vilified to support why it was OK for Mr Zimmerman to "defend himself". How was Mr. Zimmerman to know that Martin smoked weed? How was Mr Zimmerman to know that Mr Martin had been suspended from school? How was Mr Zimmerman to know that Mr Martin "liked to fight" or that he had pictures flipping the middle finger on his facebook page? This "F____g coon" looked suspicious to Mr Zimmerman based on his skin color.
Now without completely rehashing the trial, this is all that I need to relate to. Being marked because your skin is darker than the next. This is something that a white person will not understand. They don't understand it because the times that a white person has been stalked in their neighborhood is probably low if at all. Many blacks can relate to merely being stalked in a high end fashion store. So in the defense of the Caucasian-American, they can't understand what they have never experienced. Sadly this makes it too easy to go into a state of denial. The mentality seems to be one of "Brown won in 1954, so it's equal now." No, it's just not as openly accepted for people to be discriminated against. So the "Pink Elephant" is only seen by those that are willing to acknowledge that there is still a problem. There's no problem if you can't see it. It's kind of like termites. It's not until the frame of the house starts to get shaky that the owner will say "maybe we need to get this checked" and once the walls are opened up, the owner can see that there is an infestation threatening the foundation of what you've worked so hard for.
So let's peel the outer wall down and show what's really there. Let's look to our brothers and sisters (regardless of their racial background) and see what's really the root of all of this.Let's find out why are the boards creeking and why did the hammer blow clean through the wall when I went to simply hang the picture? Let's have some open dialogue about why this hurts so much and be ready to work toward fixing it. It might take some time and I'm sure it's going to be painful but if we start now, we can really do some damage for the greater good in this life we've been given.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Too Lonely For Purpose
The other day I was listening to WGTS 91.9 and I heard one of the announcers talking about Samson and the potential that it was loneliness that caused him to stray from his purpose. (You can read the story of Samson beginning here.) Having read this portion of scripture numerous times, I never thought about the fact that someone as great as Samson was potentially plagued with something that a "commoner" such as myself and many other people face. Loneliness.
Now I'm no theologists and would cut out my own tongue before proclaiming to be an expert in Biblical knowledge but I will say that I am pretty knowledgeable in what it looks like to be lonely and how it's so tempting to go into a place (or even stay in) that you know will only hinder fulfilling your purpose.
Prior to giving my life to Christ and letting go of my life as I knew it, I was a "Social Butterfly". I was always into something. I was always hosting some event, attending some affair and or involved in something. This was all added TO being a wife and mother and all that those positions entail. My calendar was always full and I liked it that way. I felt important and like I had a purpose. My phone was never fully charged because it was always being drained by conversations or at minimum, supporting the 2000-3000 text messages that were coming through. I was BUSY. After submitting and saying that "Jesus will rule my life." I realized that there were numerous things that God was calling me away from. He was calling me away from an environment that kept me busy but never bore fruit that sustained anyone/anything. He was calling me away from relationships that only pulled me further into the belly of the beast that is the world. The taste for things like certain music and the taste of alcohol were literally taken away from me. I believe it's because those things were triggers to that life that I had. I simply didn't desire them anymore. The sound of certain lyrics made me cringe and the smell of Pinot Grigio (Santa Margherita specifically) would make me nauseous. I was being "set apart" and I was perfectly fine with it.
So fast forward into a few years of serving God and having a grasp on what does and does not look like Him. I figured "O.k, I'm good. Partying, drinking, cussing and fighting aren't even a temptation to me but I miss the people. I miss the socializing." I have spent numerous hours and even DAYS wondering "why is it that NOW that I'm living my life right, I have no life even comparable to the life that I had before submission?" I would watch all the other Christians that I was in contact with be invited out to gatherings and still be very involved in the social scene without compromising their role as Christians. I would see these amazing friendships and sisterhoods/brotherhoods between people that I felt like I used to have when I was in the world. The loneliness that befell my spirit was real, almost to a tangible state. "Why am I here? What is all of this for?" I could not see any reason for me to have to feel as I was. All I wanted to do was reach back to those same people that I partied with thinking "we were friends, maybe I can still be cool with them." Then as I got to thinking about the base of our relationship, I realized that unless I was willing to go back into "that life", I would have nothing in common with them and it would be a relationship out of desperation. This was something that I could not do. This as not the life that I was called to. So I had to find a way to be content in what was clearly an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
I counted myself grateful that God spared me a couple of people from my old life that reminded me of who I was and how I was and how I'm in such a better place now and that they "liked me a lot then but love me even more now." They encouraged me to be who I am today and have continued to stand by my side in this journey. They have allowed me to speak life into theirs and to let my life be a light in their sometimes dark times. I looked at the lives that God has converged mine with and I see that He has given me some very impressionable minds of my own biological children as well as a wealth of others who know my "story" and are bearing witness to my testimony. Who knows who these children will be when they grow up and begin to impact the lives of others. Who knows what is my ultimate purpose in the grand scheme of things. But this is certain; those that have encountered me have encountered genuine love, encouragement, care and concern. The remainder of my time here has not been squandered on spending time in relationships with people in places that were born out of desperation. Relationships that would have distracted from spending time with ALL of my children. My time was used wisely. It was spent serving Him and His Kingdom. If that alone is the sole statement of my purpose here in their lives then I have fulfilled it. So yes, loneliness will come and go but it should never override the purpose for the life that we've been given.
Now I'm no theologists and would cut out my own tongue before proclaiming to be an expert in Biblical knowledge but I will say that I am pretty knowledgeable in what it looks like to be lonely and how it's so tempting to go into a place (or even stay in) that you know will only hinder fulfilling your purpose.
Prior to giving my life to Christ and letting go of my life as I knew it, I was a "Social Butterfly". I was always into something. I was always hosting some event, attending some affair and or involved in something. This was all added TO being a wife and mother and all that those positions entail. My calendar was always full and I liked it that way. I felt important and like I had a purpose. My phone was never fully charged because it was always being drained by conversations or at minimum, supporting the 2000-3000 text messages that were coming through. I was BUSY. After submitting and saying that "Jesus will rule my life." I realized that there were numerous things that God was calling me away from. He was calling me away from an environment that kept me busy but never bore fruit that sustained anyone/anything. He was calling me away from relationships that only pulled me further into the belly of the beast that is the world. The taste for things like certain music and the taste of alcohol were literally taken away from me. I believe it's because those things were triggers to that life that I had. I simply didn't desire them anymore. The sound of certain lyrics made me cringe and the smell of Pinot Grigio (Santa Margherita specifically) would make me nauseous. I was being "set apart" and I was perfectly fine with it.
So fast forward into a few years of serving God and having a grasp on what does and does not look like Him. I figured "O.k, I'm good. Partying, drinking, cussing and fighting aren't even a temptation to me but I miss the people. I miss the socializing." I have spent numerous hours and even DAYS wondering "why is it that NOW that I'm living my life right, I have no life even comparable to the life that I had before submission?" I would watch all the other Christians that I was in contact with be invited out to gatherings and still be very involved in the social scene without compromising their role as Christians. I would see these amazing friendships and sisterhoods/brotherhoods between people that I felt like I used to have when I was in the world. The loneliness that befell my spirit was real, almost to a tangible state. "Why am I here? What is all of this for?" I could not see any reason for me to have to feel as I was. All I wanted to do was reach back to those same people that I partied with thinking "we were friends, maybe I can still be cool with them." Then as I got to thinking about the base of our relationship, I realized that unless I was willing to go back into "that life", I would have nothing in common with them and it would be a relationship out of desperation. This was something that I could not do. This as not the life that I was called to. So I had to find a way to be content in what was clearly an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
I counted myself grateful that God spared me a couple of people from my old life that reminded me of who I was and how I was and how I'm in such a better place now and that they "liked me a lot then but love me even more now." They encouraged me to be who I am today and have continued to stand by my side in this journey. They have allowed me to speak life into theirs and to let my life be a light in their sometimes dark times. I looked at the lives that God has converged mine with and I see that He has given me some very impressionable minds of my own biological children as well as a wealth of others who know my "story" and are bearing witness to my testimony. Who knows who these children will be when they grow up and begin to impact the lives of others. Who knows what is my ultimate purpose in the grand scheme of things. But this is certain; those that have encountered me have encountered genuine love, encouragement, care and concern. The remainder of my time here has not been squandered on spending time in relationships with people in places that were born out of desperation. Relationships that would have distracted from spending time with ALL of my children. My time was used wisely. It was spent serving Him and His Kingdom. If that alone is the sole statement of my purpose here in their lives then I have fulfilled it. So yes, loneliness will come and go but it should never override the purpose for the life that we've been given.
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