Before I was black, I was hidden in Christ. Before I knew my mother and father, I was hidden in Christ. Before trauma, I was hidden in Christ. Therefore, my allegiance, loyalty and true identity is not found in the outer self. But in Christ. Ephesians 1:4
I'm writing on my phone at a stop light in Norman, because I don't want to forget what I just experienced. I feel things coming together for me. Decolonize data. Health Equity, and people of color. I've never felt more seen and heard more at my time at my job than I have when Abigail Echo-Hawk was here. Her words were captivating, her heart was on fire, and she opened the eyes of everyone in the room. Things often get white washed by white eyes and it pisses me off. Abigail said everything I have been trying to tell my white colleagues and more in such an eloquent way that bought tears to my eyes. I hope that I can speak to crowds like she does, and make strides in the lives of my people.
I LOVE OUR TIMES TOGETHER I love our times together. Early in the mornings.. I seek your face. You gently nudge me . As you greet me with a new day. The silence of your presence tells more than my own words ever could. Your nudges are like shots of Hennessy, that enters in one way and quickly flows through my body. Burning like fire in my soul God, I just want you to know that I honor you. I want you to know that because of You I have made my room a sanctuary. Truly, its sacred. I'm listening to music, with my humidifier on and You in my heart. When it used to be a place where my 'quiet time' was masturbating or lusting, I know find myself dived into Your word, or a serm...
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