We may forget, but as evidenced by this post from Angela- those in your company remember. 

“​20 some odd years ago I moved to Atlanta for school. To be a “kid” in a new city I knew nothing about, away from allllll my family and everything that I held dear it can be quite a scary thing. I didn’t know a single person but the other “kids” I came here with. Week one God placed two angels in my life that made that transition so much easier. Dr @Cynthia L. Hale and Rev. Toni Belin. If I never said it before THANK YOU Toni Belin on many a day you opened your home, shared your family (Your washer/dryer and kitchen/dinner table too lol) but more importantly you opened your heart to me. To sit tonight and hear you preach about being the Jesus that others need see, being inviting, not knowing what people are going through but offering them love and compassion and a welcome spirit, it brings everything full circle for me.  I so appreciate both of these awesome women of God for being the embodiment of all those things to a young girl then and even still now. Their ministries are truly a testiment to who they truly are. Just like you shared tonight, it can make the complete difference in someones life and you two awesome women of God have definitely done that for me.  #Godgavemehisbest” 

 #LiveFaithfully #LiveTRUE 

​So I’ve been trying to get this off my chest the right way (TRANSLATION: the not-too-harsh, the indirect, the don’t-ruffle-feathers, the keep-eyes-off-me way) and that’s not going to work this time. 
This needs to be said from an unapologetic and present awareness of my blackness and the lifetime of injustices black men and women experience.
Racism still exists in America and it’s bigger than the bigoted cop that fears for their pure, white life because the black male form frightens her or a black woman’s voice challenges his white entitlement. 
Where’s the racism? It thrives in the way we can be awarded the same education that our white peers receive and told that we won’t get into the same colleges and are discouraged from applying. The logic being that our grades aren’t strong enough, but the reality is our higher GPAs don’t compare to your family riches. 
Where’s the racism? It breeds in the way your children find it ok to crowd our space, inspect our hair and question our livelihood as though we are their living experiment. Your ability to laugh it off as a joke, doesn’t distract from your blatant disrespect of our heritage. 
Where’s the racism? It’s employed in your hiring practices. Our employment is much bigger than appeasing your diversity dollar quota. In fact, hiring people of color when you don’t believe in them is a greater hinderance and injustice. Your favor costs us time and money. Time because we could be applying and working where our talents and assets are received and welcomed. Money because we have to work four times as hard for a third of the cost.
Where’s the racism? It relaxes in your silence and your security. The way you greet us daily with a passive hello, gripping your bag tighter and a dedicated decision to be unaware our plights. Our hunting season is headline news, more critical to life than the new Kim K selfie or celebrity divorce. We know you idolize them, but you interact with us. 
Where’s the racism? It’s edified by our ability to build your country, fight your wars, raise your children and still be seen as second-class citizens. We begin to build homes and communities for ourselves with your scraps and you cross our thresholds with your drugs. 
Where’s the racism? It’s guarded by that one black friend that is constantly vouching that you’re “one of the good guys.” He’s still that kid happy to be welcome in your home, but not realizing that eating on the couch while the family dines at the table isn’t the same thing. 
The racism is still here and never left. What’s changed is my ability to still believe you’ll get better. You don’t want to. You’re perfectly content being an arrogant asshole that smirks in my face and calls me out my name in private. You’re that friend that can’t see beyond your insecurities to see that I’m hurting and being murdered. You’ve had your time to complain and be consoled, but it’s my time to make an uproar and fight for my life!
And fear me, you’d be wise to. We’re seeking revenge and not with your lives, but with everything that was given to us by God – human rights, intellectual property, our bodies, and our smiles.

​we have been teaching our sons to cower down, to stand down, not look so tall, to put their hands at 10 and 2 if pulled over, then after so many were still killed, we told them to walk around with hands up and begging them not to shoot, we wore hoodies in honor of #travon but really didn’t want our sons to.  We have made them pull up their pants, wear a collared shirt, look intimidated and not intimidating, we have taught them not to be who they were created to be simply to accommodate jokers who have created stand your ground laws to shoot and kill our black sons, daughters, husbands, brothers no matter what.  When it’s not with guns, they take jobs, pollute our water, infest our communities and rape our daughters and sons. We got their education the way they said it should be done and when our sons and daughters excelled over theirs they still tried the tricks of the evil one. 

The Bible Says Resist the devil and he will flee! I think it’s time to teach our sons and daughters stand up straight and tall! Resist 

Resist by voting jokers out of office

Resist by volunteering in our communities

Resist by standing up for others who’ve been let go unfairly

Resist by investing in our own neighborhoods

Resist by shopping in our own stores

Resist by moving back to the hood

Resist by volunteering in our schools

Resist by not allowing the governor to take over our schools

Resist by teaching someone else how to resist

Resist by taking folk to vote

Resist by operating out of Faith in God rather than fear of fools

Resist by taking a knee during the anthem

Resist by stop shopping and making them rich

Resist by standing up and encouraging one another

Resist by teaching our children how to fight racism

Resist by humbling ourselves before the Lord in Prayer

Resist by speaking the Truth in Love 

Resist by no more bowing down 

Resist by reading that which would edify us as a people

Resist, just Resist

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I believe in transference.  “Transference is a phenomenon characterized by unconscious redirection of feelings from one person to another” I mainly believe in getting the things that disturb me off my mind and outta my heart so I can be free of whatever angst or anxiety was associated with the situation or thing. 

I actually started at a young age where the things that disturbed me.  I told my mom about the folks that teased me about my glasses in 1st grade.  She told me everything would be fine and it was. She never needed to tell me how shemade it fine,  but it was and everything else was always worked out.  I was free to go and do and be.
I also would transfer bad feelings, we’d were avid Omen movie goers.  Whatever would disturb me, i would dump on some unsuspecting poor soul and I’d feel better.

When there would be terrible news or a horrible situation I would feel extremely bad and I would tell someone and seemingly transfer my terrible feelings to them.  My therapist got alot of it – and still does.  There was freedom in transferring my concerns and issues to someone else.  Trouble was that oftentimes I’d grab the situation right back like it was mine to lament over.
Souring relationships, annoying disobedient children, mean co workers, nasty neighbors, bad health, overweight body, problems on every side – somehow I felt they were all mine and even after I world transfer them, I’d pick them right back up. Dwayne told me one time that if he answered the phone one more time and I played that transference game one more time, he’d stop answering my calls. .. LOL I switched to unsuspecting Henry

But God! I used to write my situation or concern in my journal (loads of them with my entire crazy story) and then I would use the concordance (before google) for a scripture to help me.  I would write that scripture and then write my prayer.

One day I found

1 Peter 5b All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because,
“God opposes the proud
    but shows favor to the humble.”[a]
6 Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. 7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

AND

Philippians 4:6-7 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Peace, there it was, that’s what I had been looking for with all this transference I’d been doing over the years.  I could humble myself recognizing that it’s just not about me, but God,  that I could transfer all my stuff to God cause he cares for me.  Then I could stop worrying about everything husband kids house finances friends family church church members church stuff weight, we’ll maybe not weight….. (therapy)

There’s freedom in prayer. I thank God for that.  There’s deliverance in prayer, there’s healing in prayer, there’s hope in prayer, there’s answer in prayer, there’s joy in prayer, that’s discernment in prayer, there’s happiness in prayer, there’s mind regulating in prayer, there’s heart mending in prayer, there’s direction in prayer, there’s transference in prayer. The really great thing about prayer is I don’t know nor do I have to know how it works things out. Like my mom would fix things and situations when I was in 1st grade I didn’t have to know what she did, but just that she would do.  God is even better than that.

I have found the One that I can transfer all my stuff to, the One and only One that can fully effectively, when I humble myself, lift me up and give me peace in the midst of, despite what has happened.

Loving and caring God,  thank you for the power of prayer. Thank you for the promise of your word, that you for revival and for reflection, we Praise you for peace. Thank you Lord that as we give my issues and concerns to you, you put them in proper perspective and heal us and give us peace. In the name of Christ we pray.

btw… therapy works, somethings we can’t handle or manage our negotiate, even with prayer and we have to trust and believe that God dispatches angels in many ways and forms to get us to the place where we can be healed and delivered by God’s miraculous power.

Promises, Promises, Promises
It’s not that everything is always going right, but that God is forever faithful and keeps his promises.
When I became a parent 25 years ago, I became a worrier, (or one who worries if you don’t like made up words). Children do that to you. You get concerned about every little thing.  Will they be healthy, will they be smart, will they have friends, will they be athletic, will they be gay, will they find love, will they find happiness, will they be accepted,  will they find a job, will they have a career they love,  will they dream, will they live out their dreams, will they have peace, will they know God, will they trust God, will they operate in God’s will for their lives. .. as they get older the concerns become more profound, at least for me.

The children that I’ve been blessed with are one type of worry, but add a spouse and what you desire and are concerned for their lives and your lives together, will they still love you when. .. Will you still enjoy each other’s company when. . Will. .. when. .. LOL again that may just me, unless of course you’re honest with you.

Then parents and brothers and sisters and family and other folks business. Bills, finances, traffic, health, health care,  homelessness, the poor, 3rd world issues. .. see “worriers” can find things to worry about.

Then I get the congregation and Community that I’ve been blessed to serve, Lord have mercy you can only imagine the worry that comes when you are responsible to teach folk to trust and believe and worship and desire and love and obey God. 

4:20 No distrust made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God,
4:21 being fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised.
4:22 Therefore his faith “was reckoned to him as righteousness.”
4:23 Now the words, “it was reckoned to him,” were written not for his sake alone,
4:24 but for ours also. It will be reckoned to us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead,
4:25 who was handed over to death for our trespasses and was raised for our justification.

But God and God’s promises. Recently,  I’ve had a lot going on,  and every time I could almost get caught up there’s another Rainbow another gentle reminder of God’s Love and Promise. So, in all things I’ve learned to trust God, to never waver, to not worry, to simply enjoy the life God has blessed me to live. 

It’s really funny though, God will indeed make living enjoyable even in the midst of trials and tribulations, even when kids do their own thing, even when church is not what you were expecting, even in sickness, even. …. All we must do is remain faithful.  The promises God made way back when are for us and our children and our children’s children and even for their children.  No need to worry, just be faithful, trust and believe and watch God’s promises be revealed in your life.
Merciful and gracious God Thank you for your faithfulness towards us. Thank you for your patience and your consideration towards us. Help us, guide us, direct us to your promise. In Jesus Name,  Amen.