I am not even going to get into how my mental health took a nose dive during this process. I am not even going to share the unfair racial treatment I know was at work in these medical professional’s responses. I am not even going to share the details of how I was never given any form of medication through this whole process. I am only going to say I hit my breaking point and cried out to the Lord.
This new project will be a greater revelation of the Father’s love and passion for us, His beloved, but it won’t be in the typical fashion that has been bound by the four walls of the church. Instead, it will be reaching out, with arms of love in these character’s day-to-day journeys
I. Can. Not. Breath.Because your knee is on my neck.And your heel is on my back.And the more I try to break free and be great,You stump me down and tell me I’m still a slave.Yes 200 years have went by and we had a black man in office but that was just a pity… Continue reading For George (Poem)