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@changeourvoicechangeourmind
Being accepted or comparable?
Different?
Being uniquely made or Conforming?
Here are a few of the questions that I find myself dealing with daily. Now, I could be by myself and the only person who has felt excluded even when I was included. However, at the end of the day I would like to be accepted. I would like to know that I am not different! Yet, I find…
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Willow's M and M
Willow’s M and M
Delight in an M and M this morning by being Mindful of the Freedom that you have on this Monday!
This morning I found myself praising God for my Then and Now. Reading Colossians I was encouraged to think about the things of Heaven and not the things on earth; yet, as I go through this pandemic and see everything that is happening in the world. I find it hard to not also think about the things…
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Willow Meet Fortitude
This week has been crazy to say the least. But how do you know what your built for unless something draws it out of you? For starters, I came across Isaiah 43:18-19
“But forget all that—it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the…
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Willow's Mindful Monday
Willow’s Mindful Monday
In no way am I perfect, but what I have come to learn about myself is that I have a Sincere heart and I love and care for people so deeply that an open heart like this can be abused as well as misused. A lesson that I came to learn early in life; therefore, I created a wall, a protective barrier.
On the other hand, a better lesson that I was taught early was that “God knows my name”and…
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Willow Be Free!
Willow was at her wits end. Sitting at the dinner table with the Bible, as the line from Grey’s Anatomy resounded in her head
“imagine my disappointment when I wake up after five years and discover that you are no more than… ordinary!”
-Grey’s Anatomy Season 3, Episode 4
Angry, frustrated, disappointed, and mostly tired physically, but ordinary!
You are probably wondering:What’s so…
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1,000 Hallelujahs Learning that I can safely surrender myself, that I can bear all of me, that I can trust Gods love for me because “Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side. Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.” Makes me wanna sing 1,000 Hallelujahs! Psalm 23:4 MSG Song for the Day:
Willows’ Playlist Please select the link below to hear the inspiration of the day. King of my Heart featuring: Jessica Love
Willow Meet Fortitude
Standing in my new found strength. Tasha Cobbs-Leonard, Song: I’m Getting Ready states: “ ‘Cause victory is here, Keep defeat out the door, God's done a new thing, Get ready for overflow” Confirmed. No question. I’m ready!
This week has been crazy to say the least. But how do you know what your built for unless something draws it out of you? For starters, I came across Isaiah 43:18-19 “But forget all that—it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. 19 For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry…
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So maybe I should start by introducing myself. I’m a nobody. I mean, I know in Psalm 139: 13-14 it states, For You formed my inward parts; you covered me in my mothers womb.
Willow That's Me!
Willow That’s Me!
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My name is Willow and that name alone has been a battle for me. I don’t know if your childhood or possibly in your adulthood you’ve experienced teasing or bullying. Willow has been a burden for me since I can remember. Being different has never been the popular thing to do. You remember that line in the poem Mother to Son by Langston Hughes that says, “My life ain’t…
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It's NOT about me, its uncomfortable YET I'm excited for the road ahead because I know this battle won't last always!
People say an olive goes through 3 stages for the oil to run the shaking the beating or the pressing but if it wasn't for the beating I wouldn't have known how anointed he made me. if it wasn't for the shaking God I couldn't be what you made me. I had no clue he was preparing me for so much greater. God has been preparing me for months and never I saw it coming. A few weeks after I agreed to Sixteen the play. God made me relive every molestation where my spirit was slowing being ripped from me. I recalled every beating my father delivered and mother experienced in 2 separate households so that's where anger developed. I remembered every disappointment I held over myself for allowing people to use me for whatever filled their hearts while mines was destroyed. So when God shook me with the memories I couldn't help but try and run for all this was dormant so why relive. Please God protect me from it. So when God pressed me with your voice to just be still in it. Yes, overwhelmed I became for he needed me to see I was strong enough to bear every emotion I shut off, every bit of anger that others believed was ME, I was strong enough to allow my heart to feel. Finally I was hit with the beating and all I can say is it didn't kill me! Yes I had to recall those experience but I couldn't hold them for they wouldn't let me move forward. This pain was keeping me from his greater so before the church I stood and the pastor said "don't hold it, release it, it's over" so weeping I now had to forgive so much lighter I would be. Night after night God would wake me and I hadn't written in years yet my pin bled ink all over the notepad. 6:30 am I thought I was losing my sanity but my Ink pin called again. I wrote and wrote with ink and pad sleeping next to me I was ready because words continually poured out of me. Release me, don't carry this anymore, don't give it anymore power for there is more in store. So practically every Sunday I cried in church. I wanted to release but I was comfortable begin hurt for pain fueled me. Then the pastor spoke again God can't use you if you won't let him in so let that stuff go and don't ask him again for he has already spoke. I know now he was getting me ready. When it was all said and done I told God I'm ready use me! I don't know why I said it but I was sincere no joke. I knew it wouldn't be easy and it wouldn't be comfortable or convenient so with this understanding. I stood faithful because when the purpose came I wanted to be where the Lord needed me. I know your PREPARING ME FOR GREATER so I attempted to remain faithful fasting and praying as I saw worst before I saw better. Oh BUT GOD spoke and being where he needed me be allowed him to use me and it was a lot to ask the months before scrolled before my eyes I know now God this was always your plan. So the person you see today all I can say IT WAS NOBODY BUT THE LORD that brought this together I just made myself a willing vessel. I'm ready!
Man this song is really #revivedme cause my mind is not healthy for me right now!
Cover Girl
So if you don't mind I'm gone drop one layer at a time cause if I hit you with it all at once you just might lose it like I'd done. When I was young I knew my worth and how gorgeous I'd become inside and out. Despite the fact that I had a Cover Girl as a best friend I mean she was dark chocolate skin, tall, thin and simply fine as wine. Literally she was a Cover Girl type but she was my best friend and yet I was a contender in the invisible competition. Cause somewhere between teen and the woman I was soon to be, I lost what they call baby fat. Despite the lack of money I had a sense of style and though I was young my clothes teased both young and old. I knew I was fine. For instance, when I saw my uncle after a lengthy period of time and his eyes lit up and said, my how you've grown up, (leaning to the side) Rosemary it's time to lock that one up! I've done it I had what my aunt called gold between my thighs and I owned it! So I took pride in what I wore and how I looked because everyday I caught the eye of a boy or man and they granted me everything if they thought they had a chance. Regardless of the attention deep down there was a yearning that said, "I wanted more!" More money to look better and be the boss I had been called to be. I wanted more attention because by this point I was addicted and the world needed me. Now fast forward to 2017 and I realize how silly and naive I was. How come no one told me that the little desire, yearn that encouraged me when I was young could turn a grown woman into a mess. The worth or vision I had of myself was based on the perception of others and dictated what I hated or loved about things that were mine. Now I know there's a little thing called healthy attention, healthy competition but at this point every beautiful woman who doesn't appear to struggle with her weight is my worse enemy and I have a burning hate the starts from the beginning of her entering my space. I mean I'm losing in a competition that no one else knows they've entered. Hell I feel defeated, insecure before my day begins. I beat myself up because my butt isn't big enough for others to turn their heads. I dislike my hair because it doesn't curl they way they movies depict a curl should look. So as I stare 29 in the face I point to myself stalk naked at this point and I try to find some part of me that I can love whether man, woman or dog loves anyway. Standing here I begin to think it's impossible... I mean look at all the weight I've gained, who gone love this. And then it happens my soul whispers to spirit, mind and body your gone love this because no one else has a say in this equation. The things you don't like are because someone, something said they didn't like it first. You take care of yourself because you deserve better because you are worth more than whatever is thrown your way. Your gifted laughter that's funny to others and can tell a joke that turns every frown upside right! Your the Cover Girl of your book because your skin tone is evenly dispersed from birth not to mention your tattoo on your right hip told you so. Somewhere in your life you got program with incorrect data but no one will break you down because they didn't make you so why have you given society so much power. Your fine and not because whoever marries you will love you anyways but your fine because you set your own standard of beauty that only you can define. So (pointing) you, you and you maybe Cover Girls but damn it I'm taking my power back because I AM TOO!