I’ve decided to come back to the world of blogging. I
wrestled with it but I felt God leading me to build something of my own. I wasted so much valuable time trying to be accepted in other writing circles that weren’t
super inviting or receiving of what I brought to the table, that I almost forgot
that there is a need for my brand of creativity. Sometimes, what we want and
even who we want to see us or accept us, doesn’t deserve us. I’ve had the
opportunity to have some experiences with different platforms where I was able
to write, but not necessarily have the freedom to write about the things I
want to write about. Whenever I shared my ideas with some of these platforms, I
received a number of “thanks but no thanks” responses, and was completely
ignored. Silly me, thinking I’d be received with open arms. This is a good
thing though. Anyways, I’m taking what I have and building. It’s some great, thought-provoking, inspiring, and encouraging
stuff and I’m going to make some waves. I’ve decided to do my own thing and
create my own opportunities. Rejection can sting, but I’m learning the benefits
of how it can serve as a catalyst for redirection, and I’m diving in. Making Waves was originally going to be
a collection of short stories but I’ve decided to go another route. I’ll still
share those stories and more, but in a different and better way. Stay tuned. The
tides will be rising… feels so good to be back.
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...