I really like whenever people call on me for an ear to listen and to hear my “wisdom”.  I truly appreciate their entrusting me with themselves, and I NEVER take that lightly; because I know how hard it is to be vulnerable, and to trust someone in that state.

And in my ego, I like to feel needed and helpful. “Needed” is a strong word because most times they don’t need me, they just need to be reminded of who they are. But in those moments, it seems like they need me and, I like it. I like it because it causes me to believe that I am doing what I’m here to do; that I’m useful and necessary; that someone has left better than how they came, and I like that feeling.

I like to know that people believe they can come to me and hear what they need (not always want) to hear. I like to know that God in me is evident enough to where they are lead to it. And want to hear from it. And trust it.

I will no longer take it personal when some people only come to me in their darkest moments, while never asking about me. Because maybe I’m getting more out of it than them…?

What I know for sure is I would really like to trust enough to have a person to run to in my dark.

Truly, The Sad Encourager

So, I was introduced to this show, less than 24 hours ago, and I found myself up last night well past my bedtime, binge watching. Then again today, fiendishly having to finish Season 1 because last night my eyes were burning for sleep so I couldn’t finish.

I may be late to it but, I must say, this show is one of the best shows I have ever seen. Every minute of every episode had me on the edge of my seat, with my emotions fully invested.

The characters draw you in and leave you feeling a way about them…well after the episodes credits run. The music score is so on point (thanks to Raphael Sadiiq) and sets such a great tone for the show. The plots leave your mouth gaping and you questioning, “huh?”, “how?”, “what?”

The pride of my blackness became even more puffed up with each episode, also. In a series of 10 episodes, seeing a small snippet into some of what my people endured and accomplished, left me feeling hella proud, and even determined. Determined to never again allow what black people have created, endured, so graciously overcome and so honorably lived through go unnoticed or forgotten.

I was also left mad and sad. Mad that our land was taken from us, then we were enslaved to cultivate it, killed to keep it running and destroyed for it’s profit. Sad because too many of us are still living with a slavery mentality. Sad because you get a glimpse into our constructed American demise. Sad at the state of mankind…then and now.

Imma end saying this, though…that Noah!!! He is a beautiful black man. I mean, beautiful. And his character confirms what I know – there is nothing like a black man, with a determined mind. There is nothing more godly, more attractive, or more on that king shit than that. I love to see it (televised and in real life).