Ponder On This...

Taking high risks when it comes to purpose seems  unavoidable.  Whenever I have listened in on a famous individual getting interviewed who has done something impactful within our culture, I always hear them talk about the risks that they had to take in order to reach their level of success. Now as someone who has not yet reached success, just the thought alone of me possibly having to take a high risk on this road to purpose is jarring to me. I don't come from a family who is known for taking high risks. A lot of the decisions made within my family has been based on making sure we were all secure and stable and not that there's anything wrong with that but I am beginning to see how  making decisions for the sake of wanting security and stability can sometimes also be paralyzing. I've learned over the years that the constant need to make decisions based on stability and security can also be a form fear. I am learning that if you always make decisions based on stability

From what I can recall, I grew up going to church. My father was a Jehovah Witness and Mother was Baptist. When my father was alive my brother and I use to go to church with him and back then I didn't know that Jehovah witnesses had different spiritual beliefs about God than Christians. I just knew that if you were a Jehovah witness you couldn't celebrate birthdays or holidays (Which in my opinion I think is pretty wack). After my father passed away, my brother and I started going to church with my mother who attended a Haitian Baptist Church. Inarguably I can say that I've grown up around the concept of God my entire life. When I was in my twenties, I stopped going to church with my mother. I was over attending her church (really Haitian churches in general). I hated going because I despised how judgmental and nasty church folks were (to be clear this doesn't just happen in Haitian churches alone). I was over feeling like I didn't belong but simultaneously I stil

Death is something that will always remain inevitable. There's no escaping or fighting one's way out of death. It affects each and everyone one of us whether we're the one's dying or the ones who have to live with the aftermath of someone's death. Death does not discriminate. Death doesn't care who you are or what societal class you're from. When it's time for death to infiltrate your body, all you can do is surrender and leave without as much regret in your life. I have often wondered what would our reality be like if the people who died were able to visit us in spirit in some way and tell us what their after life is like. Would some of us get  a warning to straighten up or would some of us be encouraged to continue to not grow weary in well doing? Would we have closure? Death is so impactful that no matter how long after someone has died no matter how many years have passed, we always feel the effects of it. Sometimes we feel it at Thanksgiving or