The Weight of Injustice

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I did not come back to Nebraska from Antarctica for this foolishness.

But since I’m here, I choose to lift my voice. What we are feeling right now is the weight of injustice.

The weight of injustice is so heavy that it snatches lives. It suffocates them. It crushes them. It annihilates them. And then–and then it expects witnesses to walk away like nothing even happened.

The weight of injustice prioritizes property and possessions over people.

The weight of injustice works relentlessly to drown out the wails of the innocent with the whispers of the entitled.

The weight of injustice is so heavy, that it leans its weight into minds and convinces people that wrong is right and right is wrong.

To think that there are no complexities in our complexions is a completely ignorant stance. The lives of Black people are so valuable that cities shut down, curfews are created, stores are closed early, and the National Guard is activated. Why? Because Black lives matter that much. Covid-19 restrictions pale in comparison to the mandates that are currently being constructed and created because of how much Black lives matter.

Monuments can be reconstructed, but lives can never be resurrected.

And while I wish all ignorance, stupidity, and bigotry could be wiped away with a swipe and delete, it can’t. It’s not that simple. And being in a TWO parent home never saved me from ONE racist.

The weight of injustice begs us to lift every voice and SCREAM.

SCREAM for what is right. SCREAM for what is just. SCREAM for what is holy. And what is holy is a life–a human being. My four year old niece SCREAMED “He’s a human!” when she looked at my sister’s phone and saw George Floyd, a Black man, being crushed by a White man who was assigned to protect and serve.

The weight of injustice reminds us that these passionate moves leave permanent marks. And the mark that was made against George Floyd and most recently in Nebraska, James Scurlock, is a mark that will never fade.

So where do we go from here? Well, we must lose the weight. We must drop it. We must repent. We must kneel. We must surrender. And by WE, I mean White executives, White educators, White enforcers, White evangelicals, White editors, White elected officials, White environmentalists, White electricians, White engineers, White evangelists, Whites entitled, Whites entirely, and of course, the rest of us too.

A race war truly isn’t necessary. Repentance is. Justice is.

Our hearts must break with what breaks God’s heart.

Conviction can convert a racist to rally together for justice.

Conviction can turn a bigot into a brother.

It can turn an adversary into an ally.

And that–THAT is the power of the Holy Ghost. It can convict, change, and transform hearts. And for the record, Jesus wasn’t about weak stuff. He dealt with the tough stuff–and mastered it.

So we, too, have something to master: our hearts and homes must get right.

People are suffering right now from a viral disease. We have medical professionals and first responders continuing to help those desperately trying to survive. The painful irony is that those suffering with COVID-19 are also saying, “I CAN’T BREATHE.”

Perhaps if we choose to come together as a human race, the weight of injustice will be no more. Perhaps I’m dreaming. But maybe, just maybe YOU PEOPLE will be the ones who change the world for the good.

A Single Thought

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“I’m so lonely. You just don’t understand.”

I read this quite often online. And of course I hear it in person.

I hear ya.

I also understand now, even more, why scripture encourages singles to be concerned about the needs of the church. There are countless needs in the church that need the support of those who don’t have the obligations of a spouse or even children.

If I were not single, what I’m currently doing would potentially be drastically limited. Being single allows you the opportunity to focus on all of the gifts that God gave you and maximize your time.

Are all of your dreams fulfilled that God placed in you? Surely busyness isn’t the cure for loneliness, but meditating on lack doesn’t bring glory to God.

Don’t get me wrong, I certainly appreciate the company and physical presence of a man. Lord knows! But even since Ma’s passing, I’ve gotten to go back to my normal pace/cadence/rhythm. It’s been a joy to activate so many of the visions and dreams I’ve been building up during the last two years of caring for her.

Take one SINGLE minute and celebrate this time and ask God to breathe on it like never before and to teach you how to responsibly steward your time as a single individual.

Questions to ask:

How can I serve a married couple today?

How can I serve a single person today?

What elderly person needs help?

Is there a child I should be mentoring?

Who can I train with my skills?

Is there anyone who could benefit from my strength or wisdom today?

Does someone need help moving?

Can I help someone with their end of the year tasks?

Does someone need help with holiday shopping?

Who can I be poured into today?

Am I legalistic?

Am I judgmental?

Am I full of grace and seasoned with salt?

Do I know how to talk to people?

Am I a good listener?

Are there any widows who need company?

Have I visited cancer waiting rooms lately and passed out hats for those losing their hair?

Do I know anyone in the hospital who needs to be visited?

Is anyone hungry?

Can I host a cooking class?

Is there another single person who needs company this holiday?

How can I host events to bring more singles together?

Should I consider hosting a Bible study or movie night in my home?

Do I frequent coffee shops or universities with lots of traffic and new people?

Do I visit the same places and keep the same routines?

Have I finished writing my first book or blog?

What keeps me humble?

What makes me feel haughty?

Do I think that I’ve arrived?

Who am I helping?

Am I getting counseling regularly?

Am I physically fit?

Am I emotionally fit?

Am I spiritually fit?

Is my soul well?

Is my home clean?

Am I a hoarder?

Am I being mentored and coached?

Do I work out regularly?

Who do I meet at the gym?

How is my appetite?

Am I overweight or underweight?

Do I regularly talk to people online and in person?

Am I am extrovert? How can I use my gifts as an extrovert?

Am I an introvert? How can I use my gifts as an introvert?

Is there anyone grieving who just needs to talk?

How many languages do I know?

Am I fluent in at least three languages?

Do I have a passport?

When will I use my passport again?

Do I use all modes of transportation at least once annually?

Does a girl need help taking out her braids?

Does a guy need his hair cut?

Am I good with my hands?

Can I fix cars?

And I good with computers?

Can I do makeup?

Can I make jewelry?

What I can do with my hands that will bring me more income?

When you’ve addressed a few of these questions, you’ll find plenty of things to take your mind off of the absence of a mate. Again, these elements are not to DISTRACT you from that fact that you are single, but to ATTRACT you to fulfilling your purpose and responsibly stewarding your time.

P. S. Visit sevenby30.com/books to snag my eBook on how I planned for Antarctica called, “7 Steps to the 7th Continent.” It’s available in English and Arabic. 💋

#LetsGoDoBe

P. S. S. God’s design for us doesn’t always include a significant other, but God’s design always includes a significant purpose. 💫

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L🌍VE

Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening!

Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, remember this:

Worry is a NEGATIVE form of meditation. It’s like praying for the wrong thing to happen.

STOP. Redirect your thoughts toward the beauty that CAN and WILL happen. Reflect on PLEASANT memories. Refuse to RECYCLE pain.

PRESS forward and be RENEWED in your mind, daily by His Word.

You’re NOT forsaken. You’re NOT forgotten. You’re NEVER alone.

I heard The Nevels Sisters sing “I got COMPANY following me!”

Be comforted in knowing that you’re not walking this out alone. You’ve got COMPANY following you.

“Many things

about tomorrow,

I don’t seem

to understand,

but I know

Who holds my future,

and I know

Who holds my hand.”

#HeWasThereAllTheTime #HeIsWithYOU #YouAreNeverAlone

📸: @iamtryon

👘: @ladykroach

A Stroke THEN 7 Continents BEFORE 30 PODCAST

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So here’s the deal:

I got to meet this remarkable young man who I shared a stage with at the Leadership Africa Summit this summer. Tayo Rockson invited me to speak on his podcast called “As Told By Nomads” which is not only sweeping the nation, but the entire world.

Check out the 👉🏿 podcast 👈🏿 to hear how I had a stroke and then STRUCK back.

Ciao for now!

Karissa

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International Day of the Girl

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#InternationalDayOfTheGirl, let’s talk. 💋👇🏿

#StrokeSurvivor #TBT

This year marks 11 years since life struck me with a (mild) stroke.

It also marks…

• my Jesus year (33)

• 15 years since I graduated from high school.

• 11 years since I learned to write, speak, and walk again.

• 11 years since being sexually assaulted by my former boyfriend.

• 1 year since I truly forgave him and apologized for my attempts to tarnish his name.

• 9 years since I became a licensed evangelist missionary.

• 7 years since I graduated from college—four years “late.”

• 7 years since I took my first trip abroad.

• 6 years since I moved to China.

• 4 years since I moved to Saudi Arabia to teach at the largest women’s university in the world.

• 3 years since I made it to my 7th continent, Antarctica.

• 2 years since I wrote my first book.

• 2 years since my Mom got diagnosed with cancer.

• almost 3 months since my Mom went back to Heaven.

But daily,

I’m reminded that

I

HAVE

SURVIVED

EVERYTHING.

And guess what, girl?

You got this too.

No matter what life tosses your way,

slide on your gloves—lace or leather, and crush it with both hands.

You’re not just a survivor.

Not just a winner.

But you’re a girl.

And let me tell you,

WE have the POWER

to START and end wars,

to INFLUENCE and BIRTH nations.

to ENGINEER the most magnificent architectural masterpieces,

to TEACH and instruct with limitless intellect,

to CHANGE flat tires, diapers,

and the WORLD.

We were made well.

We were made slowly.

We were made last.

And you know what they say about the best. Yep, they’re always saved for last. 😘

But ladies, let’s be FIRST at walking together.

Let’s contend, not compete.

Let’s march together, girls. Let’s go. Let’s do. Let’s be.

#LetsGoDoBe ✌🏿❤️

“Beloved, I wish above all things that you would prosper and be in health, even as your soul prospers.” #3John1v2

With Deep Love and Extreme Gratitude,

💋Karissa Denae Johnson

#BeforeAfter by Terrence Alexandre

🌟 #GloryToGod 🌟

✍🏿 karissa@sevenby30.com

S😭W 👉🏿 RE🌟P

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S😭W 👉🏿 RE🌟P

Flip through the pages of 2018. Page after page you’ll see lots of light and laughter, yet heaps and loads of heaviness and devastation.

Let’s be honest. It’s not been all bad. There’s been a host of good things too. While I was inches away when my Mom took her last breath on earth, I found joy in the support of other friends who lost their mothers this year.

While domestic terrorist attacks and horrific violence plagued(s) our Nation and world, songs of healing and restoration follow quickly to be released in the earth.

Weeping truly MAY endure for a night, my friends. But there’s something so sneaky about JOY. Like the sun, it comes in the morning.

Be strengthened, party people. Know that it’s morning time. And we gon’ be aight.

#LetsGoDoBe #GoodMourning #Arise

L💋VE y’all.

👉🏿Karissa Denae

P. S. …………..Dear 2019,

…………………………….Brace yourself.

C😭URAGE

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I remember telling my sister @ladykroach, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Just go up and tell your story and then it’ll all be over.”

This #TBT is from Creative Mornings this past spring. I was WILDLY depressed and suffered with EXTREME anxiety.

My topic: COURAGE.

The hosts didn’t know. The audience didn’t hear me say it. I got up there and spoke on bravery, Antarctica, exploring alone, blah, blah, blah.

But that blah, blah, blah ignited a ton of fire in a room full of people. All from a woman who didn’t recognize herself anymore.

I lost my identity while caring for my mother as she fought #lymphoma. My GREAT accomplishments of reaching my goal became a quiet whisper as I was divinely assigned to care for her. From Aug 2017-May 2018 I battled depression for the first time and anxiety in HEAPS like never before.

HOWEVER

I rose.

I pushed.

I prayed.

I spent time in nature.

I believed.

I received counsel.

I had therapy.

I cried in my Mom’s lap.

I exercised.

I ate well.

I prayed.

I cried in my pregnant sister’s lap.

I read the Word.

I exercised.

I meditated.

I got counseling.

I prayed.

I went up for prayer.

I spent time in nature.

I worked.

I booked speaking engagements.

I wrote.

I prayed.

I forgave myself for being too hard on myself.

I looked in the mirror and smiled.

I’ve learned the agenda of the enemy.

He desires to get into my HEAD to STOP the work of my HANDS.

If he can get in your head, your hands will stop. Your feet will stop. You’ll be frozen, paralyzed—unproductive.

BUT when you understand his strategy, you LEVEL UP with YOURS.

You do the work to BLOCK and BRUCE LEE KICK those thoughts away and combat them with DECLARATIONS and the TRUTH.

Today (if you’re still reading),

take the time to share this with someone who may need a LIFT or some encouragement. Let them know that a girl who traveled to all seven continents before the age of 30, came back home and fell FLAT on her face—and then RELENTLESSLY bounced BACK. And they can too.

You can not only BOUNCE back, but you can get your BOUNCE back.

LEAN on each other and LOVE on each other. That’s why we’re here.

#GoDoBe

💋Booking: karissa@sevenby30.com