The House of Second Chances

Historically, special estates are given names. For example:

  • Satis House (Great Expectations, Charles Dickens)
  • Grey Gardens (Long Island home of the Bouvier Beales)
  • The White House (Home of the United States President)

Much like a boat or a child, naming something makes it unique and set apart. Now that I’ve officially been a homeowner for two months (yay!), I want to name my house.

I woke up wondering what I could call this humble abode. This place that saved me from an single room apartment on the wrong side of town.

woman and sunset with lamentations 3:25

As I was researching ideas to revamp old patio furniture and upcycle items, it came to me. My home is where I:

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One of Those Nights

I’m drinking an Amaretto Sour (heavy on Ameretto, light on sour) and watching For Colored Girls.

Tonight is going to be one of those nights.

When my old foe, Depression, attempts to pull me into the dark abyss of self-pity and hopelessness this is the Bible verse I cling to:

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. (Revelation 21:4)

I’m sharing this for all those with tears, pain, and heartache.

Pray, persist, and prepare for a time when all this will be a forgotten memory.

*Rae

Shining in the Dark

The other day, I bought a rhinestone cross to hang on my car’s review mirror. Yes, I’m tacky like that. Love me some rhinestones.

Anyway, I figured it would be gorgeous in the day time when the sunlight hit the stones.

I haven’t really noticed it much driving to and  from work.

Last night on my way back from a trip to visit my grandmother, I saw the cross light up like I’ve never seen it in the daytime.

It was due to the headlights of the car behind me.

But it was gorgeous!

It reminded me that even though Jesus is with us always (Matt 28:20), His presence really shines in the darkness.

*Rae

Easter Eve Reflections

Usually this time of year, I feel super sad and guilty about Christ’s death. Even the resurrection isn’t enough to round the rough edges of shame.

A little background on yours truly: I always envisioned myself as something of a bad ass. ‘Bout that life.

Real as the Streets, so to speak.

Being a stone cold bitch with deep pockets and shallow emotions was the route I was tryna go. But that wasn’t bad assery, that was cowardice.

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