Friday, January 3, 2020


Waiting on God is much easier said than done. I'm a living witness, and I think most honest folks will agree with me on that. But I have more than one testimony to prove that the wait is worthwhile, and I'd like to share my latest one with you. If you're like me and you struggle with patience or if your faith just needs a boost; please read this blog entry in its entirety. I believe it will bless you.

See the girl in the photo above? That's me. I took it on December 30th. It was the eve of New Year's Eve, and I was sitting in the lobby of a prominent 150-year-old business establishment in my local area awaiting to be called to the back for a job interview. I snapped this selfie because somewhere in the core of my soul, despite the many doors that had previously been closed in my face, and despite the fact that I'd experienced one disappointment after another; I knew that the smile I captured here was going to be validated.

Let me rewind just a bit. . . 

Four days earlier, on December 26th, I'd stumbled across an open position at the aforementioned company, and I submitted an online application for employment. To be perfectly honest, I had very little hope that I'd even obtain an interview let alone land the job. Sometimes in life, after we receive so many disappointments, disappointments become what we expect. It sounded like a wonderful opportunity, and after doing some research on the company, I submitted the application and then went on with business as usual. That was on a Thursday evening. To my surprise, I received a call on Friday morning requesting that I come in for an interview, and on Monday afternoon, there I was waiting... praying... and suddenly feeling my faith being renewed.

Let me rewind a little bit more. . .

At the very beginning of 2019, just as the previous year rolled out, the Holy Spirit spoke these three words into my spirit: "Exceeding. Abundantly. Above." It was so profound that I shared it with my husband, my children, and my church family. I even blogged about it and posted it on my social media pages. The Holy Spirit promised me that those words would describe my 2019, and I embraced it with great expectations. But I didn't prepare myself for the tremendous battles that would come before I could claim the victory; I was just ecstatic about the promise. At that time that I heard the words, I was led to make a list of five specific areas of my life in which I wanted God to do the "exceeding abundantly above" in 2019. And wouldn't you know . . . as the year proceeded, the enemy fought me harder in those five areas than in any other. It was like he strategically targeted those areas just because I'd listed them. The devil fought long and hard to try and break me down in the process, and I dare say there were times when he had me on the ropes . . . BUT GOD!! 

I watched as all but one of those five special petitions that I placed before the Lord were granted. The job I'd prayed for was nowhere in sight. Nearly all of my corporate life, I've functioned in the role of an administrative professional. It was a position I enjoyed, but I was ready to step outside the box and make a change. So when I made my request to God for new employment, I made it very specific: 1) I wanted a career that was not considered an administrative support role; 2) I wanted my workplace to be closer to where I lived; 3) I wanted employment that more closely aligned with my God-given passion for creative writing, and 4) I wanted a position where I was not mandated to be in an office everyday.

Keep in mind that it was at the onset of 2019 that I'd asked God to bless me with a job that came with all these specifications, and here it was, the eve of New Year's Eve, on the brink of 2020, and I still didn't have it. 

I'm a firm believer in James 2:26 which states "... faith without works is dead..." So believe me when I say that I wasn't sitting around expecting a job to fall in my lap. I submitted my first job application while we were still in the first week of 2019, and I continued to go after every open opportunity that embodied what I desired to do. I applied for so many jobs that I eventually lost count. I was well qualified for all of them and actually landed an interview for most of them, but door after door after door was shut in my face. I couldn't understand it.

I am a woman of great faith, and I knew what God had promised. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months; I found myself battling daily with increased frustration and discouragement. I was still speaking life and God's favor into my existence but January 1st had now turned into December 30th, so yes . . . doubt had crept in. Thoughts like: maybe this just isn't what God has for me had begun to repeatedly filter through my head.

But God's delay is truly not a deny, and His timing is not our timing. Just because God hasn't given us a YES doesn't mean that He's given us a NO. Sometimes He's just pruning us, and all while we're wondering if we're going to make it through, God already knows that we will. And He's preparing a table before us in the presence of our enemies so that those who thought we'd die in the battle will not only see us survive, but they'll see us thrive. Our timing is what we want, but God's timing is what we need. I recently posted these words on social media: Nobody can come through in the 11th hour like Jesus! I had just experienced it for myself, so I could declare it boldly.

Please let me encourage you today! Having doubt and getting discouraged is nothing to be ashamed of. It does NOT make you a weak Christian!

Whoever came up with the notion that it's impossible for one to have faith and doubt at the same time couldn't be more wrong in my opinion. Even in the Word of God, we find examples of people who battled simultaneously with belief and unbelief. In the book of Mark, chapter 9, we learn of a man whose son had been possessed with a demonic deaf and dumb spirit since childhood. He brought the young man to Jesus desiring the son to be healed. And when Jesus charged the man to have faith and believe, the man, with tears in his eyes, responded with, "Lord I believe; help thou mine unbelief."

In spite of popular opinion, faith and doubt CAN be possessed at the same time, but in order to get your breakthrough, your faith has to supersede your doubt. Ultimately we have to learn how to crush doubt under our feet and use it as leverage to move us closer to our faith. We must feed our faith (with prayer, the Word of God, positive affirmations, etc.) and starve (push away, speak against, refuse to embrace, etc.) our fears so that our faith is the stronger force of the two. Like David in 1 Samuel 30:6, we have to learn how to encourage ourselves in the midst of the distress.

After being turned away and passed over for numerous positions throughout the year, God gave me an 11th hour blessing! I kept believing (despite my doubts). I kept pushing (despite wanting to give up). And because my faith outlasted and overtook my fears, God came through! My interview was over at 2:00 that day and by 4:30, I had received a job offer. I finally got the answer to the fifth and final request on the prayer list I'd made on January 1, 2019. It wasn't done as early in the year as I wanted it to be done, but God kept His promise to do it in 2019. The eve of New Years Eve was still 2019. 😅😅 I guess God really does have a sense of humor. 😇

See the girl in this photo? That's me. I snapped it early in the morning on Thursday, January 2, 2020. I had just submitted my letter of resignation, and I was genuinely praising God while sitting at my soon-to-be former work space. My rejoicing is no slight against the company for which I currently work. It's an amazing and highly respected place of employment. But God had answered a prayer in the 11th hour, and submitting the resignation made it all the more real!

My day of departure from this wonderful Fortune 100 company is just a week away. God gave me the job I'm leaving just like He gave me the one I'm going to. I represented Christ and functioned in a spirit of excellence at the one I'm leaving, and I'm going to do the same at the one I'm going to. My assignment at my current job is up, and the thought of my new one has my heart bursting with joy. The past few months have been incredibly tough for reasons I won't delve into. But God saw it all. He knew it all. And in His perfect timing, He delivered me from it all. The devil had a plot, but God had a plan! What the enemy meant for evil, God worked it for my good (ref. Romans 8:28). To HIM be all the glory!

If I said last year's process from January 1st to December 30th was easy, I'd be lying. It was hard . . . very hard. My faith in God was the key to my triumph. And because of that faith, you're now looking at a full time News Writer and Reporter for a distinguished print media company in my local area! Just today, as I sat at the desk of my current job, I received an unexpected call from my new employer letting me know that they already had my executive press pass and my business cards ready and waiting for my arrival. Wow! When God answered my prayer, He answered every part of it! 1) My role at the new company is not a support role; 2) the job is less than 15 minutes from where I live versus being an hour and 40 minutes away like my current job; 3) my duties very closely align with my divine passion and purpose, and 4) I'll only have to be in the office a couple of days out of the week.

Won't He do it? Yes, He will! And God is no respecter of persons (ref. Acts 10:24). If He did it for me, He'll do it for you. God truly did the exceeding abundantly above!

So whatever it is that you're praying and believing God for this year (whether it's a job, a home, a car, better finances, a spouse, a child, restored health... whatever) don't let the enemy make you think you won't receive it just because it's taking longer than you'd like. Don't rush God and don't try to help Him do His job. He doesn't need your assistance; He just needs your faith. He's all knowing and all powerful. Let God do His perfect work in His perfect time. When your answer comes, it will be worth the wait. Stay strong, and keep the faith!

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

What Chapter 53 Means To Me

I am exactly one week away from completing Chapter 52 of my life and turning to the page that starts Chapter 53. While some people (especially women) frown on the thought of getting older, I celebrate every single day of every single year that GOD allows me to live to see. Great and marvelous things are what I expect in this next season, so I'm excited to read what the first sentences of the first paragraph of Chapter 53 will say. As a passionate and purposeful writer, "sentences, paragraphs, and chapters" are the best words to describe it all. 

Some prefer to celebrate their birthdays with spa treatments, shopping sprees, exotic excursions, and even by boozing it up with their buddies. To each his own. Me? I choose to celebrate mine by giving honor and praise to the Giver of life . . . the only ONE who allows me to see a new year of life. If it weren't for His mercy and His grace, I wouldn't be here, so I'm going to give Him all I've got! This year, my "Birthday Hallelujah" will take place the Sunday before my actual birthday and yes... we will be glorifying God to the highest! Ain't no party like a Holy Ghost party!! If it were not for the Lord, there is no way I could've have made it through these last twelve months.

As I reflect over my Chapter 52 I can honestly say that it has been one of the roughest of my life. At the end of the 2018 as 2019 was rolling in, God promised me a year of the "Exceeding Abundantly Above" and He did not disappoint. I have been wonderfully blessed this year, but those blessings haven't come without tests and trials. The enemy has fought me every step of the way. Every blessing seemed to come with the prerequisite of a battle, but with God on my side, I've won every single one. For the ones that are still ongoing, I've already claimed the victory because I'm not leaning on my own strength; I'm totally depending on the ONE who never loses. Therefore, there is no question that I shall win. 

I haven't publicly shared most of what I've had to face in the year 2019, and I'm not going to go into details about it in this blog entry either. But those who are closest to me (my small circle of confidants and prayer partners) are very aware. The battles ain't everybody's business, but rest assured that the overcoming testimony will be shouted from the rooftop! I haven't always understood God's will or His process, but my walk in Christ has taught me is that elevation almost always calls for excavation. When God prepares to promote us, it often requires the uncovering of things and people around us. Masks start to fall off, secrets begin to reveal themselves, a shifting happens at work, friends and family often change their attitudes toward us or walk away from us altogether. Excavation comes in many forms.

As many revelations and alterations came for me in 2019, so came the struggles.  It's been an unusually tough year on multiple levels. I've had to face giants that I've never had to face in all the years prior . . . BUT GOD! Yes, God has been with me through it all, and I have no doubt that there is a powerful testimony forthcoming. I can already feel it on the horizon. At this very  moment, I'm laughing within myself . . . because even in the midst of me writing this blog, I received an instant message that could very well be the start of my victorious Chapter 53. God is working it out even as I type, and I'm thanking Him in advance!

So spiritually speaking, what does the number 53 mean? It was a question that came to mind this morning, so I searched online and discovered this information:
  • Biblical Reference - Isaiah 53 refers to Jesus Chirst as the suffering servant who is horribly repressed, but in the end, He is rewarded! Jesus Christ is the Perfect Servant. The word "perfect" is used 53 times in the Bible. Jesus Christ is the Rescuer. The word "rescuer" is used 53 times in the Bible.
  • On earth, the number 53 is an indivisible number. As human beings we are indivisible with God.
  • Taking the number 53 and breaking it down to 5+3 we arrive at the total "8"... The number 8 represents the new beginning, the creation. It represents the resurrection. Jesus Christ was seen 8 times after His resurrection.
  • What does the number 53 represent in your daily life? Since you are indivisible with God, you have nothing to fear in this life. Anything you want from God starts with you, and God will help you. In health, love, happiness, family, business, career, faith... every part of your life and anything that can help you improve your life. All you need to do is make the first step toward God. He is always ready to rescue you.\
Even before I read this, I knew God was on my side. I didn't need to see it in my research to know it in my heart. But seeing it brought confirmation. All of this and more is what my Chapter 53 means to me. What the devil (and his imps) meant for evil, GOD is working it out for my good!

Thursday, June 20, 2019

When God Has You In The Waiting Room

A popular storybook from my childhood years was Goldilocks and The Three Bears. It's a fairy tale that's almost 200 years old now, yet parents and teachers everywhere still share it, and young readers across the globe still love it. It seems as though no kid is able to resist laughing at the theatrics of adults as their voices change octaves in an attempt to mimic what a family of bears would sound like if they spoke our language. The story is quite an entertaining one... but only because it's fiction.

In real life, the thought of being in this little girl's shoes and living her experience is nothing short of frightening. I've often been teased because when watching TV shows and movies on the big screen or even when reading books; I have a tendency to draw a spiritual message from actions and scenes that are merely intended for entertainment purposes. To be quite frank, we should all keep our spiritual eyes and ears open, because we never know what vehicle God may use to relay a message of hope when we need it most.

This age-old tale introduces us to a child by the name of Goldilocks. There's no indication in the story that she was a troublemaker or even mischievous. She was simply hungry and tired, and in her naive exploration, she found a place that provided what she needed. But note that her needs weren't met immediately. This is the portion of the story where my spiritual ears perked up!

Goldilocks came across food that was too hot and too cold before finally discovering a meal that was just right. She had to endure lying on a hard bed, and then one that was excessively soft before she found one that was just right. If Goldilocks had walked away after sampling from the second bowl, she would have still been hungry. If she'd given up after sampling the second bed, she would have left with no relief from her weariness. She had to be patient. She had to be persistent. In other words, not only did she have to wait until the right thing was within her reach, but she also had to wait for the right time to grab it. And to many of us--in our nonfiction real life existences--WAIT is truly a four-letter word.

In Psalm 27:14, the Word says: Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD. For most Christians that's a familiar passage of scripture. Many of us can quote the words from memory, but despite all that, applying it to our lives can be frustrating and downright agonizing. Waiting can make us want to lose hope, lose faith, and settle for what we have (or don't have) versus continuing to strive for what we need and deserve.

Our spiritual "waiting room" experience seems to become particularly uncomfortable when we, like the girl in the classic fairy tale, are tired and hungry. Tired of the same-ole-same-ole and hungry for change. Hunger and fatigue have a way of making bad situations appear to be even worse than they are. Waiting can get even rougher when we know full well that God has something greater. We feel like we're looking out a window, and our "something greater" appears to be right there with nothing but a glass pane separating us from it. Yet no matter how hard we try, we just can't seem to obtain it.

have a dear sister-friend who often starts her sentences off with, "Can I be real?"😄 In other words, let's just tell the truth and shame the devil. The fact of the matter is, when God has us in a waiting room, ALL the chairs appear too big or too small, and ALL the beds feel too hard or too soft. It's just not a comfortable place! But through it all, we have to trust Him, which includes trusting His timing. Things don't always happen when we want them to, or how we want them to, but if we just be patient and squash the urge to get ahead of God or His perfect plan; we will find that the end result will be worth the wait.

Does God have you in a waiting room right now? Maybe it has to do with your physical health, your relationship/marriage, your job situation, or something else for which you've been praying will change for the better. I believe at some point in our lives, we're all put in a waiting room where our patience and faith are tested by God. He definitely has me in one right now, and yes... I'm tired and hungry. I know God has something better for me, but waiting for it to materialize has taken much longer than I would like. Perhaps that's your testimony too.

Well, let me encourage you as I encourage myself. We can't give up or give in because doing that won't bring satisfaction either. Victory only comes if we fight and win. So as we continue to wait, we must also continue to pray. During this waiting period, we'll likely see what appears to be multiple ways of escape - many doors may come within reach that we feel can offer us what's needed and desired. But we can't get ahead of God. Just because a door is there, doesn't mean it's our door. If we walk through the wrong door, what we thought was a better situation, might actually be worse. Perhaps the food on the other side of that door would be too hot or too cold. Maybe the beds would be too hard or too soft. But when God fully reveals His provision... when HE opens a door... it will be just right. So I will continue to wait. And I encourage you to do the same.

Wait, I say... on the Lord!

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Who Encourages the Encourager of Encouragers?

As I was driving my vehicle into the parking lot at work this morning, my cell phone rang. A sister who comes to me whenever she needs encouragement and spiritual counsel was on the other end. She was in tears as she expressed to me some of the things that are currently going on in her life. I quietly listened until she was all talked (and all cried) out, and then I began to share with her the things that were on my heart and the Word of God that rested in my spirit.

I always arrive at work early; well before the required "clock-in" time. Most days, I go ahead and enter the office and take a few moments  to pray and meditate, and then I grab breakfast and get a jump-start on whatever work assignments await. Today, one phone call altered my normal routine. Although I still got into the office ahead of schedule, it was necessary for me to use some of that time to encourage a heart that was hurting and to help rebuild a spirit that was breaking down. 

By the time we got to the end of our "counseling session," the sister was laughing. Her joy was on the rebound! Just before we disconnected our call, she said to me, "I consider myself an encourager, Kendra. People come to me when they need a lift, but they just don't know that this encourager needs encouraging sometimes too." Then she laughed and added, "Since I come to you when I need encouragement, I guess that makes you an encourager of encouragers." We ended our call shortly thereafter, and as I got out of my vehicle and began the short walk to the entryway of my place of employment, I thought to myself... So who encourages the encourager of encouragers? Sometimes those of us who are known for being strong can be so solid, sturdy, and enduring in our faith that people forget that there are times when our spirits need to be rebuilt, refueled, and reinforced too.

There is a once chart-topping gospel song that says, "Sometimes you have to encourage yourself... sometimes you have to speak victory during the test. And no matter how you feel, speak the word and you will be healed. Speak over yourself, encourage yourself in the Lord." Later in those same lyrics there is a sentence that says, "As I minister to you, I minister to myself." And for me, I believe that's where the answer most often lies. Yes, I have been blessed with a couple of trusted and devout confidants in my life that I know I can go to if I need the listening ear of another Spirit-filled human being, but often times I have found that when I allow God to use me to minister to others, I find, in my own words, the very encouragement for which I've been searching. As I pour into them, I'm pouring into me. As a reward for my obedience in sharing God's word with others, it's as though God, in turn, allows those same words to empower and encourage me. God is awesome like that!!

Psalm 46:1 is a dynamic verse of scripture that reminds us that no matter what comes our way, God is not only our Strength, but He's also our Protection. It says, God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. That assures me that even if it looks like I'm by myself in a battle; I'm never alone. If I try to call my trusted friends and they're otherwise preoccupied and can't come to my rescue, I can always look to the Lord. In fact, He should be my first recourse because He is ALWAYS there, and He never fails. He will give me what I need so that I can encourage myself and go forth in victory. Thank God for being the ultimate ENCOURAGER of the encourager of encouragers! 😊

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

2019: My year of "Exceeding... Abundantly... Above..."

Growing up in the church, I remember hearing new slogans being broadcast from the pulpit on a near annual basis. It usually happened during Watch Night Service as we greeted the New Year with praise and worship. The slogans were generally very catchy, inspiring, and they almost always rhymed. We were encouraged by sayings like, "God will open the door in '74" and "We're coming alive in '85" and "It's already done in '91." 

This practice may seem silly nowadays to a generation that seems to have migrated so far away from the Lord, but I remember these annual slogans as words that empowered the people of God and gave us increased hope and the faith to push forward with great expectation. On a broad scale, churches don't do this any longer. It seems to have been a season in Christendom that has now passed and become a distant memory. However, in spite of it not being done corporately, in recent years the Holy Spirit has been directly giving me similar affirmations to apply to my personal life for the coming year. They aren't particularly catchy nor do they rhyme, but they're very specific promises that God gives me for the year ahead.

By definition, I became legally separated in 2010, and in 2012, I made the difficult, but necessary decision to completely cut ties with and divorce my ex-husband after 15 years of marriage. As that year faded, I was lying at the foot of my bed staring up at the ceiling when I heard the Spirit say, "2013 will be your year of better. Better home. Better job. Better relationships." And He did not lie! God opened great doors and granted me immeasurable favor that year. He took what was meant to destroy me and turned it into something amazing. He rewarded me for remaining faithful and full of integrity despite the enemy's plot to try and destroy my testimony, my sanity, and my life. Everything about that year was BETTER. God blessed me with a management position on a great job. I acquired a home that I loved and God proved to me that He was my source; not man. I paid my own rent and not once was I late. I took out my own trash. I washed my own car. I paid all of my own bills... and I loved every minute of it. God had given me complete joy and contentment.

That dissolved marriage was my second one, so I was completely done! Love was a four-letter word, and I was over it! Many years earlier, my first husband--the man who introduced me to what it felt like to truly love and be loved--had passed away, leaving me heartbroken and with two toddler daughters to raise. Ultimately, I trusted another only to be left embarrassed and utterly disgusted at the discovery of and the details surrounding our shattered wedding vows. I was still in my 20's when the title of "widow" was forced upon me. Now here I was accepting the title of "divorcee." When I walked away from that marriage, I told God NEVER AGAIN! However, God had other plans. My girls were all grown up and living on their own by now. I still recall the day in January of 2013 as I stood in my kitchen preparing dinner for myself when God softly reminded me that His promise of "better" included relationships. I had begun making a few friends so I'd surmised that those had been the relationships that He was referring to. But there was more.

I remember being torn and going to my parents' house to share the details of the spiritual encounter with my mother. I told her that I never wanted to marry again but I had the feeling that God had other plans. She advised me not to resist anything that God had for me based on past experiences. "If God does it, it'll be done right," she said. And she was on point. Four months later, I met the man who would become my husband. I wasn't broken. I wasn't needy. I wasn't lonely. I wasn't even looking. Regarding Michael, I've often said that He's the greatest gift I never prayed for. We married in March of 2014, just ten months after meeting. My mom went to be with the Lord later that year and it was a major blow to the heart of our family, but in the midst of it all, God continued to bless.

His voice came again as the year 2014 came to a close. Just like in times before, I was lying in bed when I heard, "2015 will be your year of double-blessings." I ran from our bedroom into the living room where my husband was sitting and I told him what God had said. He joined with me in believing it to be manifested, and it was. When we married, I left the management job that I had been working and relocated to the city where my husband was already established. I found employment there but I only worked for a few months before God opened the door to a new job that paid double the salary of the first one. It was the most money I'd ever made on a corporate America job. Additionally, I witnessed double engagements and then double marriages when both of our daughters got engaged in 2015 and then got married in the same year (which also blessed me with double amazing "sons-in-luv"). I received a bonus child (an adult son) when I married Michael, and that son gave us double granddaughters when his twins were born. My husband and I were blessed with two complete living room suites that were given to us free of charge. We were able to pass them on to other families in need. The double-blessings that year came back to back to back. God had once again held true to His words.

The past three years have been quiet ones as far as the Holy Spirit speaking and giving direct words to me about what I could expect in the year to come. As 2015 closed, I heard nothing specific. As 2016 closed, I heard nothing specific. The same goes for 2017. But in each of those years, God continued to prove Himself strong. I was blessed with the opportunity to create and host my own Internet radio show. As ordained elders, my husband and I were elevated to the positions of church pastors. We relocated from one state to another to be closer to the ministry that had been entrusted to us. The relocation was a major sacrificial transition, but God made it a smooth one. Most recently, we were blessed with a beautiful new home. Prayers have continuously been answered. Divine favor has continuously been granted. God has continuously been good to us even in the stillness of His voice. But near the midnight hour of Sunday, December 30, 2018, I heard Him once more. And yes... I was lying in bed yet again. This time I was on the verge of drifting off to sleep, but the voice of the Holy Spirit fully awakened me and brought me to an upright seated position.

"Exceeding. Abundantly. Above." Those were the three words He spoke to me. He told me that in my professional life to date, EAA has always stood for Executive Administrative Assistant, which has been my specialty pretty much from the start of my corporate career. However, the Lord assured me that in 2019 those letters would stand for Exceeding Abundantly Above! He said this is going to be my year of increase and that He's going to make this an Ephesians 30:2 year; doing exceeding abundantly above all that I could ask or think. I couldn't wait to share the experience with my husband when we woke up to prepare for work the next morning. How is God going to do it? I don't know. But I have no doubt that He will, and I look forward to the manifestation with great expectation. God has never failed me yet. Everything He has ever promised; He has brought to pass.

I look forward to sharing the testimony!

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

A Hairy Situation...

Have we somehow made other cultures afraid to compliment us? I wear my natural hair in an Afro puff, and yesterday, as I was at the grocery store picking up a few items, I heard this little voice behind me say, “Your hair is soooooo pretty!” I wasn’t sure they were talking to me at first, but when I turned around, I saw the cutest little grey-eyed, brown-haired girl (maybe 3 years old) standing in the back of a shopping cart. Her mother had her hand clasped over the child’s mouth and she had a horrified look in her eyes. 

Before I could say anything, the mom said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She didn’t mean anything.” I was totally confused. I said, “Didn’t she say my hair was pretty?” Her mom (still with her hand over her daughter’s mouth) said, “Yes. But she didn’t mean anything by it.” I reached forward and put my hand on the mom’s hand and moved her hand away from her little girl’s lips. By now, the kid was looking like she was about to be beat down too. If it weren’t so sad, it would’ve been funny. 

I said, “It’s okay.” Then I looked at the little girl and said, “Thank you, sweetie. Your hair is pretty too.” That made her smile. Then her mom said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how you’d take it. Sometimes… we don’t know what to say. We don’t know what’s offensive.” I just replied with, “Genuine compliments should never be found. And children tend to be genuine even when we adults
aren’t. It’s really okay. I’m flattered.” The mom finally smiled and she looked relieved when she said, “Thank you. I’m glad. And your hair really is very pretty. It’s so perfect. Like a painting. Not a hair out of place.” At that point, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud because she seemed to be cautious about every word she was saying. 

As I thanked her and walked away to continue my shopping, I started to wonder to myself… What have we done as a people to make those of other ethnic groups afraid to give us a compliment? Everybody of every racial background has to do better. Race relations in America have really gone down the toilet, it seems. As I’m approaching my second year of being a natural, my eyes are continuously being opened to new things… both good and bad. Heaven help us all…