🌈Yes, I am Autistic; I Discovered This At 33.

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🌈E X P R E S S I V E #autism

“You’re doing too much.”

“You be doing the most.”

“You’re a lot.”

“Why are you so extra?”

“You shouldn’t have asked that.”

“Did you just say that?!”

“Sit down, Kris.”

“Tone it down.”

“Your posts are too long.”

“You’re too old to be using rainbows.”

“That’s just Karissa.”

“Relax your face.”

Conformity.

Conformity was never my cup of tea. I’ve sipped several times, but it never tasted quite right. Typically, that lukewarm bitterness always found itself spat out.

I couldn’t deal with the box. It never fit.

However, because of my “packaging” I got away with a lot. Yes, because of how I look and my language, I never got evaluated, never showed severe enough signs to even be suspected. Why? Mimicking. Modeling. Copying. Con. Form. Ing.

Never found out I was on the autism spectrum until the age of 33. I’m talking months ago, y’all. Never had a clue.

Throughout my life, I watched and studied everyone and tried to appear #normal—whatever that is; I tried to blend in.

But…

•from my tantrums in front of the tv (Dad shut that down before he went on leave to Alaska #DoItOneMoTime)

•naked streaks in the home (got to pick that up when he left and it was just all girls)

•cussing volcano (ask my brother KaDar or my sisters about that one day.)

•disdain for eggs, pancakes, macaroni and cheese, grits

•shyness mixed with stuttering

•bouncing a little extra while my sisters and I sang

•sensitivity to certain materials, textures, jewelry, scents, and ingredients

all proved that I couldn’t just blend in. Apparently it didn’t phase me too much.

However, my stimming emerged in different ways. Sophisticated stimming is what I now call it.

I learned how to manage it. Learned how to cope.

Part of my coping with my #extraness happened through various activities and from childhood until now.

Odyssey of the Mind

Forensics

Cheerleading

Free Spirit Show Choir

Marching Band

Concert Band

Basketball

Volleyball Camp

Tennis

Track

Clubs, offices, councils and societies galore

Souls A Fire Gospel Choir

Frontline at ORU

Songwriting in seconds

Speedy Math Skills

Modeling

Acting

Drummer

Author

Speaker

Substitute Teacher

Learning “foreign” languages

State Praise Dance Choreographer

Toastmasters

Exploring all seven continents

and those are just a few that helped me #LetItOut.

So if you came into my life mid-song, I must share: the treble and bass that God put in my soul ain’t going nowhere.

I’ve learned that my sophisticated stimming allowed me to “blend in” in this world. However, I’m interested in raising awareness about the autism SPECTRUM. Not just one side. All. Of. It. It is deep and diverse. After counsel and evaluations galore, I’ve been congratulated and celebrated for this discovery.

Let me be clear: I am not an expert. I am not a licensed medical professional. I chose Special Education as my major for three years. I changed it and graduated with a BA in International Community Development with two concentrations in Special Education and Teaching English as a Second Language. I’m challenged to search and study more now. Back in the day, girls easily got overlooked because of their social skills. Just look up “Autism in Females: How is It Different?” on YouTube. I cried through it because it was all me. Thanks to Special Education teacher Kelsey at G. Stanley Elementary for introducing me to that video. Thanks to Darius for telling me about Temple Grandin. What an inspiration!

Will I be the voice for non-verbal autistic peeps? Absolutely not. They, in fact, have their own voices. WE simply have to listen to HOW they speak.

I look forward to sharing my voice and journey about how I functioned WITHOUT the label for 32 years.

Slap the autistic label on a child; no problem. Just make sure that when you explain autism to a child—if you dare—you explain that they carry superpowers, are genius in their own way, and that YOU are willing to WORK to draw out the genius, to fan their flame, to exercise extreme patience, and to respect them enough to study and learn them.

Faces were scratched out if the students left mid-year. I was at a school full of other military brats like me. I’m clearly the one leaning in the pink.

One of the key elements of blackness is resilience. So on this seventh day of Black History Month, I can’t help but applaud this little resilient girl who used a combo of faith, fire, and imagination to get to this point. I applaud my mother for helping me figure out some things and make modifications for me knowing my challenges, but not my diagnosis. She got me the right creams, gave me instruments, non-nickel jewelry, and didn’t force things in my diet like dairy. I applaud my father for influencing me to suppress the tantrums. I applaud him for being the only living parent to say these words: “Yep, I could see that. It makes sense. I’ve always told you that you were a genius.” I applaud those who fanned my flame. I applaud the teachers who told me I was gifted and special.

I applaud those who laughed at me; I also admonish them to stop the madness; I challenge them to look at the gifts in a person with curiosity instead of judgment; I nudge them closer to research instead of ridicule; I push them nearer to advocacy instead of teasing.

#LetsGoDoBe

P. S. If you’re looking for a diagnosis as an adult, it may be difficult, but the best place to start is in the school district in your area. They can direct you accordingly. You can also look up autism groups in your state or region. They’re rising up now more than ever.

#Rom12v2 “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” 

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. 💫

Because of YOUR Giving: #LetsGoDoBe ETHIOPIA

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A view of streets and high rise apartment buildings in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Panos/Sven Torfinn

A view of streets and high rise apartment buildings in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Panos/Sven Torfinn (Photo selected for use on sevenby30.com by Mesenbet, a lovely receptionist at my guest house.) Photo reference: un.org

Ethiopia is Africa’s fastest growing economy.

According to the World Economic Forum, “Ethiopia has an image problem. For decades, mere mention of the country has conjured up images of famine and conflict.”

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Addis Ababa skyline via Knowledge Resources LLC

According to sevenby30.com, the media has an image problem.  Unfortunately, the mainstream media constantly paint with the same brush. The major media outlets sing with the same tone. Their monotonous melodies distort the vibrant reality of thriving, modern, and diverse countries such as Ethiopia.

One of my greatest passions involves telling NEW stories. While a story may be new to me, it may be old to someone else. While a story may be old to someone else, it may be new to their neighbor.

Presently, I’m typing alongside the receptionist at my guest house. It’s 2 am here on November 30th. (I started this blog post at 10 pm. We’re laughing now as I just updated the time for the fourth time.) We were up until 2 am the other night as she showed me video after video of stellar artists in the region. I continue to pause as she stops my writing to ask if I know certain things about Ethiopia, such as “genfo” a porridge type dish or if I’ve heard of Yared Negu, a brilliant musician and singer from Addis Ababa. I’m getting an earful and I am just getting started. It’s only day 3.

Mesenbet is the one over my shoulder as I type. She is helping me remember everything as I post this. Her name means RAPTURE in Amharic. I believe she’s ready. She has a heart of GOLD!

And on this day, because of YOUR generosity and because of YOUR giving, I’ve been able to #giveBIGethiopia. Their economy is the fastest growing one in Africa. Yes, this is true. What is also true is that some future entrepreneurs need funding to get started. What’s true is some kids just simply need a burger and a shower. What’s also true is that there’s a seamstress just a few doors away who is deaf and needs a sewing machine to generate more income for her family. She’s the friend of the housekeeper who washed my clothes yesterday.

What’s sobering is that the hospital, just a seven minute walk away, cares for a man without enough funds to pay his rent upon leaving.

Because of your giving, I am able to meet these needs in less than two days.

Today, I walked outside and noticed a tailor right across from our guest house. My purple wrap from my great-grandma who passed at 103 appeared a bit tattered at the neck. I trekked a few paces and exchanged smiles with him and the security guard in his tent. I showed him the torn part. He took the garment, attached to the machine, and swapped the other garment out for mine. In about a minute, he finished sewing it back into place.

This wrap belonged to my Great-Grandma Maudlean Brown. My sister Karieta saw it in Grandma’s house when we were cleaning after she passed. She said, “This is so you.” Grandma was 103 and a loyal missionary. Although she never rode on an airplane, her prayers and work reached the nations.

I then asked him how much it would cost for every garment in the tent to be paid for. He replied, about 50 birr for the day. I then gave him 50. And then 50 more. I asked him to make sure that everyone who already brought garments didn’t have to pay for the tailoring today. Fifty birr amounts to about $2.

Skills! No power needed for this machine. I can’t wait to buy three tomorrow–I mean later today. I’m excited to meet the new businesswomen.

Snipping away excess thread. Before I leave, I’ll receive lessons from either him or Welde, the manager at our guest house. Welde said it’ll be easy for me to make my own clothes. That’s my goal!

I took off my butterfly pin from my Mom so that he could repair my tear. So glad to be adorned with garments from my family’s matriarchs. Tina Roberta Thuston Johnson 12-7-56—7-17-2018

Such a bright spirit and a happy heart! We laughed when I said, “Oh my gosh!” He then said, “Oh my Gaaawd!”

Unspeakable JOY!

Because of your giving.

Later I also got my shoes cleaned for 5 birr, which amounts to about $0.18. I gave him 50 birr. He said in a day he might make 50 birr. He also showed me an incredible way to double bow tie my shoes!

He said, “Before and after.” in English. We both cracked up! #Isa52v7 #Rom10v14_15

I’m seeing him again tomorrow if he’s there because my shoes got dirty all over again. My new sister Mesenbet just told me that his shirt says “Jesus.”

Before cleaning my shoes, he had a friend run and buy a plastic bag so that my socks wouldn’t get wet. His friend taught me 1-10 in Amharic although I still haven’t nailed it. Practice makes perfect!

The double bow tie!

Because of your giving.

Manager Welde was kind enough to be my guide as he took me from place to place. He does work for Red Cross and this was nothing new to him, but he stated that it was very different. His spirit and heart warmed mine deeply. Please say a special prayer for Welde! He helped me immensely with translations and deepening my understanding of the culture. He was a patient teacher too because I struggled with Amharic all afternoon.

As I spoke with the manager of my guest house, Welde, he helped answer some questions for me and suggested that I take a walk to the hospital. As I made my way to the hospital, a 5th grader stopped me and began asking for money to buy food. I told him to walk with me, but stopped to ask if he had any friends who needed food too.

Long story short, four boys took us up to the second floor of a restaurant nearby. They ordered specialty pizzas, burgers, and juice. Their joy could be felt all the way in La Vista, Nebraska. Unbelievable! The manager of the restaurant expressed his gratitude along with the staff, family, and friends in the neighborhood.

All of the boys insisted that they fed me a bite. Each fed me something. I insisted that the meals were just for them. They wouldn’t let me leave until I ate some. Ever tried tuna pizza?

I asked if I could pay for the boys to shower somewhere and Manager Welde said that they could use the guest house. Incredible. It was Welde’s idea to capture this moment. I’m so glad that I did.

Now, what kind is that?

Digging in with my future football, music, and dance instructors.

I’ll feed myself this time, thank you!

Who doesn’t love pizza and burgers? Oh my gosh. I just realized that I ate cheese today and didn’t get sick. Thank the Lord. I can’t eat dairy.

“Try this.” I think that’s what he said in Amharic.

Because of your giving.

The young businessmen who sold me plenty of napkins, gum, and wash cloths. Welde and I appreciated the help with carrying the heavy bags downstairs.

While I prepared to leave, I saw two boys selling tissues, cigarettes, gum, and candy. I bought 100 birr of items. I skipped on the cigarettes. They later helped the guest house manager and I carry juices downstairs.

Welde and I walked to the hospital and noticed a man selling bananas. He stopped us to ask if we wanted to buy some. I bought all of his bananas. The man then walked with us to the hospital where we went door to door with the doctor and staff delivering mango juice and bananas. I walked in on a Muslim man praying while his roommate received the food and drink.

Ahmed helped carry the bananas I purchased from him to the government hospital. The doctor walked door to door with us to direct us on our giving.

Such an honor to work with people with such big hearts! Especially on the fly!

No clue what I was saying here!

The doctor took me to the person who had the least amount of money and the least amount of visitors. I wanted to know about the greatest need. It was there that I met Addis. Addis Ababa means “new flower.” Mr. Addis sat with speckled gray, white, and black hair–donning a bright smile upon our entrance. With only one daughter, a divorce on record, and a grateful heart, Welde translated back and forth as I asked the man of his monetary needs–specifically for housing. I asked if all of his bills were covered. He stressed that he owed much in rent. I asked the cost of rent for one month. He said about 400-500 birr. It amounts to approximately $14-$18 USD. I let him know that because of my friends and family around the world, I would pay for his rent for a full year. Earlier he cried over the bananas and juice. Let’s just say he did a bit more upon discovering the news about his rent being covered for a year. The doctor had to walk me out of the room because I was so overwhelmed on so many levels. My tears of joy wouldn’t stop flowing. I was in awe of how such a small amount money in the US can take care of someone’s accommodations in another land for an entire year.

Here he wrote a word of thanks and a way for me to visit him at another time. I look forward to returning to see him and prayerfully meet his only daughter.

Tomorrow, God willing, I’ll meet with those four boys as they teach me a song, a dance, and some soccer/football techniques. (They don’t know they’ll be teaching me about the football yet. They’ll find out at 9 am.) I already looked at their clothes and shoes and conjured up a plan, but the most vocal boy pointed at his clothes before leaving–gesturing that he was due for a new wardrobe. I said, “Tomorrow. God willing. Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow, God willing, I’ll buy three sewing machines for three future business owners. One being the mother who is deaf. I’ll also plan to take two of the sewing machines to the Mother Teresa Missionaries of Charity. I look forward to purchasing enough to clothe the dozens of babies and children that I saw two days ago at the charity. I have enough donations to buy over 100 pairs of shoes to give at the charity.

Tomorrow, God willing, I’ll meet with Pastor Buta, a Church of God in Christ pastor and meet the student who will receive a $500 USD “7×30 InstaFam/FacebookFam Scholarship.” Five hundred dollars is enough to cover one full year of tuition, books, etc. at many colleges and universities in Addis Ababa.

For those who are unable to give financially, will you consider fasting until 6 pm daily and believe God with me for lives to be miraculously transformed?

This evening I met with two fellow Oral Roberts University graduates who live and serve in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Their children brought so much laughter and joy to our table as we ate traditional, delectable Ethiopian cuisine. (Saniya was a brilliant Amharic teacher. She even wrote some English/Amharic lessons in my journal that I’ll always treasure.) My favorite dish, gomen, tastes similar to collard greens. Confession:  I finished the last of it.

Cuisine at Kategna Restaurant at Laphto Mall

We ate at the Laphto Mall at the Kategna Restaurant. Richard and Amanda are friends with the man who co-owns the mall with his brother. The co-owner provided our fish for free since I’m not eating meat on this trip and am gradually cancelling it out entirely from my diet. I consider myself a convegan–I’m a vegan when it’s convenient. Pray for me, y’all. And to think, I thought I made up “convegan.” Urban Dictionary already had it locked and loaded.

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Back to Richard and Amanda Coleman. They walk to a unique beat. Christian News Wire featured Richard where he stated, “Knowing that African Americans made up less than 0.6 percent of the full-time sending force from America, I felt like maybe my calling was to stay behind and help change that reality,” he said. “But over the years I began to feel I was fulfilling a role that others could now fulfill.”

If you read his resume alone, you’ll be challenged to go further, do more, and be more. If you watch Amanda’s methods of teaching, questioning, and leading, you’ll be challenged to level up. Before we left their home–where their children were wildly anxious to show me their rooms, stuffed animals, and prayer journal–Amanda blessed me with a traditional Ethiopian netla (scarf). As it is my custom, I wept. I’ve been eyeing them since I arrived and simply whispered a prayer that I would receive one as a gift.

We all have a part to play.

All parts are not the same; all parts are needed. One plants, one waters, but God gives the increase. #ICor3v6_9

There is still plenty of time to give. Although I flew here to begin work with the historic Ebenezer Baptist Church. Although the Assistant Pastor Bronson Elliott Woods, another minister, Pastor Lonzell Blackmon and I did a walk through at the Mother Teresa Missionaries of Charity two days ago, our medical missions trip work will not officially begin until 5:30 PM tomorrow, November 30. I’ll render Lift Every Voice and Sing at the Ethiopia Graduate School of Theology before Ebenezer’s Assistant Pastor speaks.

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Assistant Pastor Woods of Ebenezer in Atlanta, GA and Pastor Blackmon of Little Rock, AR.

My father, who is the Senior Pastor of Christ Cathedral Church of God in Christ, paid for my flight to Ethiopia. My church, Christ Cathedral, covered my $150 flight from Omaha to Atlanta. I’ll cover my lodging, which amounts to about $20 daily. I have a sneaky suspicion that I may not even have to pay that full amount. I think the guest house staff has taken a liking to me. I know I like them! I’m using the computer right now as Mesenbet jusssst brought out some tea for me for a quick break. God is so good.

Christ Cathedral Cogic - Bellevue, NE

Christ Cathedral COGIC “To support the preaching and the teaching of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and to open our HEARTS and HANDS to one another first and then to the WORLD.”

As the Executive Pastor of Christ Cathedral, I am not on salary, but I receive limited support for efforts such as this trip to Ethiopia. I am incredibly grateful. The work that I do outside of the church funds so much of my passion. Whether through substitute teaching, speaking, editing, or coaching, I am able to live as I am called.

I forgot to mention that today, because of your giving, I received the honor of blessing 11 people with two-three days worth of wages. Twenty-five days worth of wages were covered because of you. $63 USD covered 11 people’s wages for a total of 25 days of wages.

This is what #LetsGoDoBe is all about. Thank you for being part of this world-changing, life-giving tribe. I’m honored to march with you.

#LetGoDoBe

100% of all donations I receive–including book sales–go toward inland purchases, scholarships, and sustainability. My food, tourist experiences, etc. come from my wages and the funds of dear friends who have intentionally given directly to me.  A special thanks to ALL who gave! No amount is too small. $5 goes a long way in this land.

3 Ways to Give:

1. Buy my eBook exclusively on sevenby30.com about planning for Antarctica–or any other trip for that matter. I increased the price from $0.99 to $7.99 (English) and $4.99 (Moroccan Arabic) to raise more money to give in Ethiopia. The price sat at a about buck for about two years.

2. PayPal.me/givebigethiopia

3. CashApp $karissadenae Memo:  GIVE BIG ETHIOPIA

“As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men…” #Gal6v10

His haircut was too fresh. I couldn’t pass him without a photo.

Freshness!

I saw two guys with a similar cut on the street, but I was getting my shoes cleaned and couldn’t get their attention for a closer look. Well, I just had to wait a few hours to see another fresh cut in person.

The dress that I’m wearing is from diyanu.com. A fellow Oral Roberts University Addie Olutola graduate owns the company and invited me to be a brand ambassador. To receive 10% off of any purchase, use the coupon code KARISSA10.  Please support the work of this phenomenal Nigerian businesswoman.

In Omaha at Emery’s Cafe, sporting the dress by D’Iyanu. Hair by Christopher Brookins. Earrings from my church mother, Mother Gloria Burnett. Jeggins from my sister Kinesha. Shoes from Becca Starks. Photo by Midland wrestler, Shay Young

A view of streets and high rise apartment buildings in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Panos/Sven Torfinn

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

Urban League of Nebraska Young Professional of the Year & Educator of the Year Nominations

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Take the survey here!

🎼Can you 👏🏿 on the 2 and 4 or the 1 and 3?

🍎A teacher may not feel the fire or sparkle every day in the classroom. Yesterday, unfortunately, was one of those days for me. Music class didn’t go as perfectly as I imagined it, but there were little gems along the way.

A “challenging” student taught the class the Jason (spooky) sound and a little brown girl with glasses sat with her Mom as I prepared to leave for the day. She happened to be talking about me as I approached them to compliment her on her behavior and her funky glasses. I think it made both of our days. Sparkle!

🌟More sparkle was added when I came home and found out that I was nominated for the Urban League of Nebraska Young Professional of the Year and ULNYP Educator of the Year.

I’m wildly honored to be recognized amongst a host of movers and shakers in the Omaha Metropolitan community. Being considered for these awards ignited even more fire to #GoDoBe!

#LetsGoDoBe, party people!

To vote,

Click here!

You Go Girl Omaha Summit

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A few days ago, a couple hundred ladies from elementary age to senior citizens gathered in a room to share, glean, and root each other on. You Girl Girl Omaha was birthed by Rachel Fox, a mother of 10 who cares about the empowerment of women. I was honored to speak at the inaugural summit.  Below you’ll hear a few stories that I was fortunate to share with this bright audience.  

To book me to speak at your event, email karissa@sevenby30.com or click here.

I can’t wait to hear from you!

Karissa

 

An Open Letter to My Single Brothers & Sisters

Antarctica, explore, faith, family, Foreign Language, love, travel, Uncategorized, worldview

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DISCLAIMER: This is •my• open letter. You, of course, are entitled to your own.

While not all singles desire to be married, all singles should desire to be whole. While not all singles will get married, all singles should constantly strive for enhancement, development, and refinement.

What is written below is a conglomeration of that which has been poured into me over the course of my lifetime at home and abroad as a single woman. I have gleaned well and I am grateful for all of the seeds that have been sown. I am yet learning.
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Shalom, Kings & Queens. Shalom.

It is a joy to address you today. Perhaps I can have a moment of your time.

While you are preparing for your most intelligent choice, I’d like to share a few items that you may find beneficial.

Instead of asking, “Why are you still single?”, consider asking, “How are you stewarding your time as a single?”

Fresh Start LIVE | Charity Fisher |Karissa Johnson

Antarctica, explore, faith, family, Foreign Language, travel, Uncategorized, worldview

The honor was all mine when Charity Fisher invited me on her show, Fresh Start LIVE! If you’ve never heard my testimony of seeing all seven continents before 30, now is the time. My first trip abroad was at 26 and I made it to Antarctica at 29. Possibilities await you. Start now!

Over 3,000 have watched this interview on Facebook with over 30 shares. Watch the full video from Charity’s YouTube page below and feel free to comment and subscribe!

Oh, L💋VE.

explore, faith, family, Foreign Language, travel, worldview


✨DEV💋TIONAL💫
Spoken by ⚓️

Matthew 22:37-40 New International Version (NIV)

37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” ⤵️

✌🏿❤️He leaves us with these two commandments: Love. Love.