Love comes wearing many guises. Not all of them are pretty. In fact, many of them are not. Because love is forever calling out to us, “Can you see me? Are you willing to know me when I am disheveled and unkempt?
We cannot have the full experience, or see the entire picture, unless we are all accounted for. To put it plainly, we are all part of the same whole. No puzzle piece is better than another. No piece holds more worth. We are all vital.
Not believing in myself is my problem. Believing in myself is still something that takes constant work (practice!) to do with any consistency and I’ve been on this self-love journey for a while, y’all.
Work and do in the direction of your prayers. Prayer is not a substitute for work and work is not substitute for your prayers. They go hand-in-hand. You are the voice of the prayer and you are the answer.
We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over every time we try to hide from the terrifying tremble of our own war torn hearts.
I march for the strength, faith and hope needed to fight injustice, I march for you. I march for those without equality, dignity and peace, I march for you. I march for those who are not ready, able or strong, I march for you.