Somehow, I’ve always seen the strongest image of faith embodied in an African-American older mother like Ms. Clara in the film War Room. For one, movies have helped shape that stereotype in my mind, but I’m also sure that she knows what troubles are because she bears the scars.
I am 35 weeks pregnant. Soon enough, we will be welcoming a new member to our growing family. I can’t wait to meet her and see what God has in store for her. What a responsibility to bring into the world a tiny human being carrying the image of the living God Who created her. This is no small privilege.
I have learned a lot through books and the wise advice of people around me, and still have so much more to understand. Yet, I know this much. Babies have the potential to become powerful grown humans, but must be brought up one step at a time, respecting each stages of growth.
Food is the name of the game for so many social media accounts, websites, companies, etc. There are food festivals, TV networks, etc. We even are becoming more and more obese due to abuse.
As you know, food does not automatically equal nourishment. “Come on now, don’t be raining on my parade,” is what you might think. Don’t worry. I’m not so much about what goes in your stomach than I am about what goes in your heart and mind.
Lately, I hit a phase of discouragement. I have looked at where my life is, and felt some discontentment. A project I have been working on for over a year now seems to bear little to no fruit. What am I doing, Lord? Am I imagining things? Is this all a story I tell myself to feel better?
Then I thought about you, and I know you must have those moments too. I looked in my Bible for some encouraging words, and also looked at women who inspire me much and gathered some of their words so that you and I can feast on power and truth and be encouraged today.