Wellness – sevenby30

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.

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

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