On Wednesday, I slept in late because my allergies were flaring up. Still, I was excited because I was about to relaunch my blog, ready to chronicle my journey as I branch out as a Restorative Justice practitioner. Focusing on letting my clients know that they have a right to feel, deal, and heal. I logged into my computer to edit my post one last time, and I noticed my notifications bar was full. I padded over to my husband's office and thought if it's something important, he'll have the news on. He's a great source of important news. So, I often check with him first before I plugin, and yes, it was news. Again, the news reminds us that we, Black people in America, are not important and that our vote should not count. I took and deep breath and rallied my strength. It's not time to rest.
So I ended up spending the day taking notes and finding strategies to protect myself and my family. I wanted to strike out at everyone, calling them out for their ideas that lead to transgression. I played over and over in my head the conversations that set me on edge and made me feel small, insignificant. Instead, I prayed and waited for God to answer. He always knows best. So, I always check with him first, and his answer was not easy.
I am to stay the course. I have to be an example of restorative justice and healing. I have been called to help heal the land. I am to remember that it is the Lord who sustains me and keeps me, and if it is not safe for me, He is with me. Was I allowed to say what was needed to create boundaries and fair warnings? Yes! I am thankful that God gave me the words and the authority to declare my shelter in Him safe. I am optimistic, moving forward.
We have a long way to go in America when it comes to reconciling with Black people. I am grateful that I am called in to help along the way.
