My Re-emergence Happy Birthday to Us.

 

There is always some form of darkness that tries to drown out the light. I have learned in this season of waiting, that it's really not about re-inventing yourself, but it's about allowing your self and learning how to Re-emerge from the things and people that would hold you captive in the darkness. There are times that we are afraid of the darkness, but I have also learned that in order to get to the light you have to brave the darkness. It's like walking into a darkened room there is no light until you flip the switch to ON!

To brave the dark we must sometimes wait, be still, listen and wait some more. Re-emerging can be painful, it can be uncomfortable but it's well worth the stretching and pulling that God takes us through..

Today a Queen was born ME! I celebrate my life today on a different level. Knowing that God created me fearfully and wonderfully made, He knew me before I was conceived, He called me forward ,He engraved me in the palm of His hand, what better reassurance than to know Who I Am On This Day.

I celebrate the woman who birthed me my mother Maggie  Warren, who risked her life to make sure I came into the world. I celebrate this Queen who taught me how to be a Queen. I celebrate her life, because of her sacrifices I never wanted for anything. I was taught at her kitchen table how to pray and seek God, how to be a wife and mother. At Maggie 's table I learned life lessons , advice some I took and some I didn't but wish I had. I celebrate you mother because your DNA of strength and , fortitude is within me. 

Thank you for every switch to the ankles, every punishment, every rule, every lil gal ! I thank you, I thank God He allowed you to be my mother. Thank you for risking your life to birth me. I celebrate you my phenomenal mother.  Happy Birthday to US.

 

My Re-emergence

 

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Talitha Cumi Little Girl Arise Affirmations and Poetry for the Black Woman

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Soulful Journey A Compilation https://www.amazon.com/dp/0615889751

 

Break Free Queen

 

 

 

 

So many times, as black women we are afraid to break free. Break free from the path that the world we live in sets for us. It tells us that we must be thin, we must be the right shade to be recognized and accepted. It tells us that we cannot be corporate lawyers, business owners and Pastors. We cannot be empowered to know who we are and what we for ourselves. We are often stereotyped as angry black women who are so bitter to a degree that we always carry an attitude around. We have been rejected through out history, we have abused on so many levels, verbally, emotionally and physically.  Chained to the ideocracy and oppression of those who had hidden agendas to keep us from rising and breaking free.

But we are warriors none the less. We have catapulted off the backs of our black women ancestors that paved the way for us to break free. Women who was destined and determined to blaze a trail for us to follow. Sojourner’s last name was not just truth by coincidence, but by ordination, Sojourner was not even her birth name, it was Isabella Baumfree she  chose and changed her name because she heard the Spirit of God calling on her to preach the truth. Choose your name Queens and preach the truth to yourself and to others, Queen Truth was the first black woman to sue a white man and win! so you see VICTORY has always been ours. She blaze a path for us to have faith, a legacy of strength and fight, fortitude to press forward no matter the fear or obstacles she faced, a Queen in her own rights she earned that rite of passage, she said it best when she penned “Ain’t  I A Woman”? Sisters, my Queens Aren’t You A Woman”? Break free Queen.

We must break free from the roadmaps that others have created for us to follow, where there are roadblocks set up just a head to keep us from reaching our destinations of greatness. Break free from those who would tell you that you are your past. Break free Queen from those who say you must wear the long lashes and lace fronts because they snicker at your natural nappy, kinky that defines the very essence of your caramel, chocolate, honey, mocha coffee creamed colored beautiful skin. They say your hips are to wide, but those hips will birth presidents, and black CEO’s, surgeons, lawyers be it male or female. Those wide hips birth legacies.

Break free Queens from the pattern of putting down our reflections I am She and She is me, I am refereeing to the sisters that are Queens just like we are, she has earned that rite of passage just as we have, hard knock s, abuse, put downs, struggles. She warfare’s just as we do, she bleeds red just as we do. Same shoes different sizes. Break free from allowing those who would wound you to continue to rip off bandages from wounds that will not and can not heal until you stop them. Do not allow others who have garbage to simply come and just dump it in your pathway. We must break free allowing people to disrupt our journeys because they chose to walk a different path, beside everybody was not meant to travel with you anyway.  Break free Queens from speaking negative things over yourself, speak what you are and not what you were. Speak what you want and not what you think you cannot have. Break free from wearing fear as if it is a diamond bracelet around your wrist,  my Queen it’s a chain to keep you manacled to the I don’t think I can do this or I don’t think I can make it.  Break free Queens. Switch your chains of bracelets to a Crown.

@Sadie Chayil Collier@Copyrights2020@

My Reemerging Soaring from Grief

 

Dealing with death and the sting it leaves after losing a loved one can be devastating. Often it takes us to a dark place, a sink hole of no return. It disrupts our lives and the normal patterns in which we lived. I have dealt with grief seems like on every level of my life, the loss of grandparents, son, parents, siblings and the love of my life my husband of twenty-one years. Each loss was different it affected me in so many ways. With my parents and grandparents each one had lived an enriched life and had longevity, it was a struggle because were a tightly knitted unit giving unconditional love no matter what, I learned to grieve and adjust and move forward. With my son it took me to a dark place of grief where I was on the verge of becoming a hermit, no bath, no food, no talking, forgetting that I yet had other children to think about it was only by the grace of God and counseling that I was able to find some normalcy  again. It has been years and I still have flash backs of my son; his death is etched into my memory.

The death of my husband  Frank of twenty-one years broke me as a wife and as a woman, I was vulnerable, stressed my eating habits and sleeping patterns changed, I lost weight nothing was normal anymore, I realized that I was a widow, I was no longer a wife, I had lost my best friend and protector, my lover my ride or die until the wheels fall off then get out and push partner in everything. I did not know how to cope with his loss. Loneliness set in, and I started to close myself up in a bedroom where every memory of him lingered. The sadness and anger kicked in, I felt so guilty because I was angry at him for leaving me to deal with life alone after twenty-one years of literally doing everything together, we worked side by side because we ran our own business from home. Losing him I found myself disappearing from life, I began to think about the relationship we had built, that developed into friendship, then romance then a lifetime of love. I felt mentally disabled. I finally realized that I wore grave clothes, his grave clothes, I had might as well had them to lower me into the finial resting place along with him. I had to get a grip, a grip on myself. I had become dead to life, to living, to thriving physically and mentally.

I had to take off the grave clothes, I had to reemerge, I wanted to live. I had to go to the word of God to live again. I had to use John 11:44 The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face. Jesus said to them.” Take off the grave clothes and let him go” (NIV). That is when I realized that God never intended me to die with him, but to continue to live with him in my memories and in my heart. Reemerging was so very painful because I had to understand the path of a surviving spouse. I had to acknowledge the reality of my loss, Frank would not have wanted me to ball up and give up on life. I finally realized that he would always be a part of who I am. I had to reemerge to a newness, a new normal, a new way of living life. I began to explore my new emergence, freedom to have a different mindset of things I always wanted to do. Reemerging meant that I had to think of myself as a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon to turn into this beautiful butterfly.  That my cocoon was my place of rebirth my place of renewal, the place that God would do something different in my life with new directions, because He loosed me from my grave clothes I was not meant to wear them. Reemerging increased my faith because I had to double up on depending on God for every aspect of my life.

I had to lean on Gods word “For your maker is your husband, the Lord almighty is his name the Holy one of Israel is redeemer; he is called God of all the earth.(Isaiah 54:5) His word is true and will never come back void, so in the earthly realm Frank supplied everything I needed as my earthly husband, and God would supply ALL I needed as my husband in the spiritual realms. In my reemergence I could no longer let people decide when I get to grieve my way, to no longer feel guilty because I did not go to the cemetery so soon after the burial. Or that I started packing up and giving away his things to those whom I know he would have wanted them to have it. My reemergence meant that it was okay for me to say I am doing well, that I do not have to be shrouded in black and my facial expressions with the woe is me look. Reemerging meant that I could learn to function as a widow, that it was okay to smile and laugh and dance without felling guilty because to others I was not grieving long enough. Reemerging meant that as that new butterfly that I could soar, and flutter and sip nectar from the array of flowers God created, it meant that my wings were still brilliant with color. Reemerging meant that I was no longer in concealment, that I could come forth and arise that I could once again come into existence.

So if you are grieving it’s okay to take off the grave clothes, it is okay to reemerge and reinvent your new way of living, its okay for you to make the final decision when you stop grieving, it is okay to get out and live, God says “ Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well. 3 John 1:2 (NIV). Take a Deep Breath and REEMERGE from your death shroud.

 Pastor Sadie Chayil Collier@Copyright2020HummingBirdPublishing

Slave To Love

Friday, February 28, 2014

""Slave to Love"

 I was led to do something a little different this time around. I am featuring one of my Sisters today in this blog, she is amazing, and gifted, she is an encourager, a fighter and a Kings daughter. I Love this amazing woman of God dearly enjoy her wonderful and beautiful works. Welcome my Sister Rian Clarke!

http://youtu.be/N0qd2JpGYtM

“Slave to Love”

Too often our situation has ended, yet a smell, a building, a situation will drive up the memory holding us captive to both beautiful and bounding situations. In Christ, we are free. “You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.” (Romans 6:18) Yet, with all of the knowledge that we posses, our freedom seems to be a distant memory.

“A Slave to Love” says that we are free and yet we don’t even know it. Slaves in our thoughts. Slaves in our minds. Slaves to love…… Yet, the master is not Jesus. Therefore, we die.

 

They were set free

And didn’t know it

 The chains were removed

 And they didn’t show it

 They stayed there

 For lack of understanding

 They never left

 Didn’t know what life was handing

 They were free

 Without a place to go

 No home, no shelter

 And nothing to show

 The door was left open

 All they had to do was leave

 But they wanted to stay

 They even grieved

 Why couldn’t they leave

 What made them stay

 Were they too rapped up

 Thought they were running away

 Like a sun refusing to shine

 And darkened by the light of day

 Run, leave this place behind

 They couldn’t, so they remained

Bound like a slave by captivity

 And mystery holding the key

 Like a slave, love is binding

 Without a defined destiny

 Needing and wanting to stay

 Wanting and needing to leave

 Hating the past influences future’s way

 Drifting between the two like a stream

 (Copying prohibited without the permission of the author Rian Clarke).

Broken Mirrors

Friday, December 27, 2013

Broken Mirrors

The problem is that our view of ourselves and our sense of worth are often determined by the input and opinions of others. We have lived our lives and defined who we are chained and attached to prison bars because we have accepted what broken mirrors have said about us.

Often times the people that we have listened to is looking through shaded glasses and defective lenses, their vision is distorted and blurred. Their input and opinions puts us in chains and we now become associated with bondage. We end up looking into broken mirrors and having our hopes become shattered dreams, we draw false conclusions about ourselves. We must realize that how we see our lives are not really seen through broken mirrors but by broken minds.

I throw no stones when I publish or post my blogs, because in some way we are all broken, we have all looked into broken mirrors and have had our hopes and dreams shattered. There are many reasons for us all to have been broken, past abuse, addictions, damaged relationships, wounded spirits and broken hearts, and just plain bitterness and anger. In my own broken mirror, the vivid reflection I see looking back at me is the reflection of loss, failure, and heartbreak, but I also see hope and happiness, faith and redemption.

When we look at our lives through what we see as broken mirrors we see cracks and shards, disfigured images, afraid to touch it because we fear the damages that the sharp edges may do to our skin that has already been maimed and bruised, cut and scarred.

No matter how we think about trying to salvage what’s left of the shared pieces we fail, we are unable to repair what’s been broken, no amount of self-applied glue can hold together the edges, there are going to be missing pieces and pieces that are mis-fitted. We must come to realize that there is only one who can repair and replace the cracks in our mirrors.  When we see our lives in the broken glass of our mirrors we see it as worthless, un-useable, un-repairable and we are ready to toss our life into the garbage. Oh but you see when God looks at our broken mirrors He sees worth and opportunity, he sees what his perfect love can perfect in us. He sees our pain that his perfect healing can replace.

He is the only one that can replace the broken pieces with his infallible love. And when he gets through mending and repairing and replacing it is then that we can take that step up to that mirror and finally realize the greatness of an omniscient and omnipotent God and look at ourselves through the lenses of a magnificent God. Suddenly our reflections are no longer distorted and blurred we see no cracked lines and images; we see only beauty, healing, and hope. We see ourselves as amazing created by an amazing God who made us in his image, not the cracked images that others want us to see. You see God gathered up the pieces of our broken mirrors no matter how deep they cut into his flesh he never gave up, he never complained about the blood that dripped from his brokenness, to repair our brokenness. His shed blood covered our broken glass, shard by shard and cutting edge by edge. He brought life to those broken pieces, they began to fit together bound by his blood and his amazing love. We no longer have to get tired of looking at a broken reflection in a cracked mirror. So when someone comes along with their shaded and blurred lenses, and tries to remind us of our broken mirrors, let’s just reflect on his word Psalm 34:18 ~ The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Although others may want us to continue to look into cracked and distorted mirrors, our vision is greater than theirs, our repaired and replaced mirrors reflect who we are and whose we are, because He tells us in his word; Matthew 5:2-12  ~And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Love you all to Life, until next time be Blessed!!! ~~Sadie Chayil~~

 

TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES

TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES

 

Once again I found myself sitting at my desk at 5:30 am Thursday morning, wondering what in the world is wrong with me. It’s quiet all around me, the house is dark and still the only light that penetrates my thoughts is the office light. As I lean back in my chair I can only try and imagine what would have me up at this crazy time of the morning. I look at the pile of bills that lay on my desk waiting to be opened and I just push them aside, I stare at the ceiling for a few moments with a blank stare. I remember tossing and turning , pushing the covers off then pulling them back on again, the sound of the hubby snoring, I realize is not what woke me up, but the words Identity……… Truth…….. One word I heard over and over again was Courage.  Courage to step up; courage to believe God is in the hard places; courage to be obedient; courage to accept God's calling on my life; courage to say "yes" Courage to know the truth, tell the truth and accept the truth. Courage to know what my true identity was and is, the courage to understand truth or consequences. My thoughts go back to the game show Truth or Consequences, where people were invited from the audience to perform different outrageous, crazy messy stunts, because they could not answer the question correctly before the buzzer buzzed. Do you remember that? And the Truth or Consequences logo had a little halo over the word truth and there was a devil’s fork running up through the word Consequences. Bob Baker would end the show with, “May all your consequences be happy ones!”

 My life was just like that game show, and some of the consequences were not happy ones. My life; just like the game show was about choosing the right drawer to find the right bonus prize. I think about all the times I came away with what I thought was a prize or a bonus, one sided relationships, un-healthy relationships, baggage that was not even mine, scars and bruises. I was worn out, worn down, beaten, and I saw myself as damaged goods. I was reliving my identity all over again, the identity of who I use to be and what I use to identify with, I was facing the truth of my past once again. I remember not wanting my life to be an open book because it was so banged up, I lived in fear of others judging me, pointing fingers and branding me. The consequences of my past were not happy ones, but they were surely markers and road maps that I had used when I traveled.  I traveled into uncharted waters and lands, relationships that were really not meant as a journey for me, but blind and hard headed like a wayward disobedient child I still played the game of Truth or Consequences. There were no bonuses or grand prizes, but a lot of tears and heart ache and pain. I had to wonder okay Lord why am I revisiting my past………. Quietly I listen for a response …………….. I hear nothing………..okay Lord I’m waiting here………………………….still nothing…………………………..then I heard Him!!!......................... GRACED LACED!! Graced Laced? Okay Lord I don’t understand, it’s 5:30 am and your daughters brain is in slow mode. I heard it again………………………………..Grace Laced! The things that must be addressed in your life seem much bigger than your time or energy……or your faith, there is but one choice TRUST Me, choose the truth and not the consequences. Little did I know the enemy was about to rear his ugly head, it was not that God was making me relive my past; it was that He was giving me a heads up on the enemy. And sure enough as daylight came so did the tricks of the enemy. He made me think that my present identity was farce, then the question started to flood in, who are you, are you really saved, really a child of God, do people really know the real you? Remember your first marriage, you claimed then you were a child of your God, but he failed you because your marriage failed, remember when your son was murdered, and you asked your God why and He never gave you an answer, did you get that answer yet?

Ahhhhh wait ….wait so called child of God, remember when you were suicidal, and you had a nervous breakdown, and family thought you were too crazy to be around, and they all talked about you? Ha ha remember when I had you on the run from your identity, and you left town to try and find yourself, did you? And better yet, remember when I made you believe that you were always alone because God left you alone by taking, your mother, and both brothers and your children were prodigal? Remember when I influenced you and them and your ex-husband to turn against each other, and your relationship with them were estranged, or how about this one, how about the time you were sexually molested by two family members? So you so called daughter of a King what is your identity, are you foolish like Job, though He slay you yet you trust Him? Whose spirit do you carry? And I will not lie a sense of fear rose up in me and for a moment I did feel all of those things the enemy combatted me with, I began to cry for a moment I felt defenseless, defenseless against things I could not see, against old drama, baggage hurts and pain, indiscretions, damaged relationships, Truth or Consequences. By now I’m crying like a baby and praying my husband do not come down to go to the bathroom, because I’m a wreck. And then it came to me TRUTH…………..GRACE LACED………..TRUST HIM……………….IDENTITY…………….COURAGE………COURAGE…...COURAGE!!!! After praying I felt a release in my spirit a reassurance of my identity, I know the truth, I trust Him, and I do have the courage to face the things in my life that must be addressed, even if it is past mistakes that keep popping up to make my faith and belief wavier. Prayer changes things, and scripture solidifies who you are and what spirit you carry, God is amazing and he has this amazing way of talking to me through scripture even when I think that he is not hearing me. I randomly opened my Bible that morning to the book of Romans and as reassuring daddy reassures His daughter that she is most defiantly a real daddy’s girl He spoke: For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:14-15. Now I understand GRACE LACED! I am so laced in his graced, because of the deliverance that it brings about, and because I did cry out Abba Father, I do not have to suffer the consequences of bondage, and fear, I do not have to think about the banged up life I use to identify with, It’s not who I am. Because I am GRACE LACED. I have mended relationships with my children and some family members. I am not so alone because I have a husband who goes out of his way, to remind me, to prove, to show and to cover me that my identity does not identify with my past and past people. And through all of this I have come to the conclusion that the only consequences of not trusting my father God is a life filled debauchery, broken dreams, heart ache and yes death, and the real beauty of my TRUTH or CONSEQUENCES is that I am forgiven for my past, and that in my present identity there are bonus prizes and grand prizes, the greatest prize and bonus is I know where I will spend eternity, because I am a  daughter of a King, my prize is an identity that says blessed, delivered healed, loved, alive, and redeemed, peculiar, amazing, gifted, I could keep naming some bonuses and prizes, but there is so much more to my journey that my now TRUTH or CONSEQUENCES are sweet , and in my best Bob Barker voice”” May all my consequences be happy ones””………………………………………..THEY ARE!!!  ~

~Sadie Chayil~

WHY ME LORD ? (Grace).

 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

 

 

 

WHY ME LORD ? (Grace).

Its 5:00 am Tuesday morning, I stand in the middle of my living room, taking in the blessings that surround me. I look down at the hardwood floor of rich maple coloring that I keep so brightly polished. It’s getting chilly here this time of year, so I gaze at the fireplace with its colors of amber and orange, that reflects the fall season I took into view the pretty purple pants and sweater that I kept desperately looking for in my size at Wal-Mart until Walla!!! I found them, and I thought to myself “WHY ME LORD”? Sometimes I reflect on the past, my past. And I forget to see myself as artwork, Gods art work. Then he had to gently remind me, your identity is not bound up in what you have, how you look or what you wear.

I keep reflecting on all of the women who I thought were true ride or die sisters, the ones who I kicked it with, because I thought they had my best interest at heart, or that they really did understand me and what I had been through. The ones who I truly loved as sisters of the heart, the ones who dressed to impress when ever we had girl’s night out, and I would think to myself Wow, I’m underdressed. And once gain he gently, I created you, can’t you see that you should see yourself as confident in your identity. Do not compare the inside of yourself with the outside of another woman. Grace is that dress makes you look amazing. I had to think about it, “I’ve been in dark places. I've worn the shabby, torn garments of sin. And then something came for me by Special Delivery! I remember tearing into it like a mad woman, Ahhh and there it was! The perfect size, the perfect garment and it was beautiful, and there was a little card attached that said . . . Paid in full. Nothing is due. I love you, God. And I realized that this particular garment was Grace tailor-made just for me. Sometimes we look around us and think about the past and how we were chained to it, all of our brokenness, the excessive baggage we carried, loaded down with other peoples junk and garbage, and we as ourselves WHY ME LORD? Perhaps it is because he see’s something in us that we cannot see in ourselves. He see’s the greatness, the strength, the wisdom; he sees the faith, the hope and love that is so embedded in our hearts. He has given us Beauty for Ashes. Perhaps we should stop wondering if we are good enough, or if we are acceptable, remember we had that special package delivered GRACE! And we wear it well. Lets embrace our beautiful garment, it’s the right size the right fit, we are his art work, splashed on a canvass of brilliant colors, colors of happiness, and joy, colors that identify us as royalty, that brilliant bold Purple, hues that give life and meaning to all that we are as women of God. We soar above the drama that is presented to us, on our jobs in our relationships, our marriages, our families and yes our friends, or at least those who we think of as friends. But just remember God has shaped us in his image, pressed into beauty and destined for greater, emboldened and embodied with the personifications of Queens. We ask WHY ME LORD? And he replies WHY NOT?

 

~Sadie~

Inspiration

 

Thursday, September 12, 2013

 

Inspiration

 

When I think about inspiration, I sometimes wonder where do people look, where do you turn? And I have to remind myself that as women some of our greatest inspiration comes from the women who have walked in our shoes. Why? Because they are the ones who can truly understand us. It is those women who can point us in the right direction, those who have stood for what they believe in fought to maintain their dignity and womanhood and have succeeded despite the odds that were against them.

Inspiration, where do we look and who do we look to? We look to those women who are so like ourselves, mirror images of all the struggles that we like them have faced. Those women that are so like us, and us like them fight the outside forces that would like to keep us oppressed so that we may stay depressed, depressed because of failed marriages and relationships. Oppressed and depressed because we can't find the person to love us for who we are and not because of what we can do for them. There are no magic makeovers and quick fixes that can patch up the holes that we have in our hearts leaving open sores and gaping wounds that bleed the very essence of who we are as women.

The outside world and those who are not so like us, would like to keep us on a leash to be at each other’s throat, going for the jugular vein, in hopes that we will not support one another, that we will keep hating on one another, that I will not see you as a woman of substance as you see me. Outside forces that say settle for whatever floats your boat, I think not! I see you as you see me, woman, sister, struggle, loved empowered, where do I go for inspiration, who I look to, my sisters.

Why do we as sisters and women have to be the Celie’s fighting the Albert's of this world? Sometimes our Alberts are female, our mirror image a she just like me.

Albert: Who you think you is? You can’t curse nobody. Look at you. You’re black, you’re poor, you’re ugly, you’re a woman, you’re nothing at all!

Celie: Until you do right by me, everything you even think about gonna fail!

Albert: I’ma knock you under…

Celie: Everything you done to me, you already done to you. I’m poor, I’m black, I may even be ugly, but, dear God, I’m here, I’m here!

Why can’t we just tell each other I’m here? Just like Celie we have to know that there is no shame in womanhood, no matter if the world see’s us as black and ugly, Know that we are BEAUTIFUL inside and out! Nobody can put us in heaven or hell. Inspiration where do we find it and who do we look to, we look to each other, sisters. Call me old school, but friendship and Sisterhoods are not maintained because there’s a long history of support, confidences shared, and mutual admiration. Sisterhoods and friendships are more importantly because it has withstood the test of time and misunderstandings, disagreements, bruised feelings, and make-ups, laughter, tears, encouraging and empowering each other as women. Telling each other girl we gonna do this; we can make it I have your back. I have found inspiration in my circle of cyber sisters and friends, TRUE REAL women who have known struggle, understand struggle and support other women in their struggle. So I say to my sister’s stay focused, press forward, stay encouraged, and wear your heels high and your expectations higher. let the Albert's of this world keep swatting the flies, sitting on the front porch rocking, because we are the strong Celie's of the world, we may be all that the Albert's wish we were, but Dear God we are here. We are here! I Got Your Back!!

~Sadie~