05/09/2023
Today marks 30yrs since our mama was violently taken from us. Folks are often surprised by my candicy, but theres no healing in hiding. Those who seek God in times of suffering will find strength of the greatest kind, and to seek God we must do it naked.
It was a Sunday, Mothers Day, May 9th, 1993.. the day my step-dad would murder my mother. The same man tormented me since I was 5, almost killing me multiple times... so imagine me fearing anything as an adult man?!
I recently broke down talking to my baby sister, thinking about our mom never knowing her grand babies, she was robbed of that, and so were her grandbabies. And as her oldest child its my responsibility to keep her spirit alive, to pass on the tough, honest, blunt, accountable love she gave me. Her soft love got given to my siblings, its like she knew what I was gonna need to survive...God definitely did.
I know she can't hear or see me, because my first time hearing from God started off in a conversation trying to reach her. I was alone, laying in the middle of a dead-end road in Mississippi, looking up at the night sky. I clearly got told, "she can't hear you son, but I can." I would continue the crying conversation with Him, even as it rained on me, I didnt move.
People talk about God all the time, but I've been talking to Him since I was 14. It would take another 5 ½ years of talking to Him, hating Him, crying to Him, before I would give my heart to Him. Crazy thing is its His anyways, but He won't steal it, it has to be given back freely. Its important to know God isn't in social media prayers, church, your favorite religion, good vibes or your universe bs... He's in us. Then we become His presence in those places, like all great men of faith have done. But if we're not being a vessel He can pour into, He won't. If our feelings, plans, self identity, etc., matter more than His purpose, truth, love & will, well we are of no use to His Kingdom--here or there.
Very few folks have experienced what I have, but I am not a victim, my precious mother never let me be one...even when I was. So I share what I learned from her, rather than stories about her.
Gone, but never forgotten. ILYXO