Days of My Life

Twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t know if I wanted to blog or, at moments, even breathe again. The results of last night’s election have given me renewed hope in our country to the extent that she has fulfilled her promise of unlimited possibilities to the least of these. President Obama cannot walk on water, but he can give my children hope that one day they can. That moment at 11p, last night was a definite win to inspire the American electorate and to begin to restore our image abroad with an act that could only have happened in America. Africans were spread all over the globe with the slave trade, but only in America has a Black man ever been elected to run a country once marred by the historical atrocities of that most peculiar institution called slavery. For all its liberality, Europe does not lay hold to that claim. For that, I am grateful and uncharacteristically proud to be an American.

The win inspires me in two ways, the aforementioned and in prompting me to go on. Yesterday we elected our first African-American president in MY lifetime, and the day before that I laid my father to rest. The past 10 days have been extremely difficult, but God is faithful and He is just. He has given me so much in my dad that I just cannot complain. My dad fought with all his heart to prepare me and not to leave me, but ultimately, he chose to rest with his dignity rather than live with a dire infirmity. Yet, in all of that, I know that God has been good to him and to me. Perhaps I will one day share our final days together; perhaps I will not. But what I know for sure is that my dad cast his vote for President Obama and had unshakeable faith that he would win, so I am encouraged and inspired that as my dad lived his life and inspired so many others, so must I live and do the same with my life. My dad gave me hope to believe in so many things, especially myself, and that is a gift I want to give to someone else.

Here’s to my DADDY…

Be blessed.

Someone asked me that yesterday. He said he knows it’s supposed to happen, but it doesn’t really matter. What’s your response?

I’ve got some traveling to do, so I’ll check back in a few.

I’m traveling again, checking on the family. I’ll be back with you early next week and over the course of the weekend to update comments.

Enjoy your weekend, and relish this historic moment in which we live. Isn’t it just GRAND??

There’s an old feminist essay by a similar title where the author espouses the virtues of having a wife, and she goes on about how she wishes she had one to perform all of the duties pertaining thereto. I’m sure that she no doubt could never have imagined that there would be a time when a woman actually could have a wife. But I would like to borrow from her train of thought.

If I had to have a wife, I would want one like Michelle Obama. Everything about her says “class.” She stands by her man. She IS his rock and anchor. Her support, her love–they’re real, and that’s a type of change in the White House we can definitely count on. Just as absolute power corrupts absolutely, absolute love builds absolutely. Mrs. Obama has got the game on lock.

She creates the space for me to touch on an idea that I’ve been crafting for print for some time. Women have completely misappropriated Proverbs 31 as though it was written for them. You know, the virtuous women spiel. In actuality, that was a mother’s advice to her son on the type of woman he ought to choose. Men need to reappropriate that advice and claim it as their own. Mother’s, once again, need to teach their sons the virtuous qualities to be sought in women who are fit to be their wives.

I imagine that somewhere in his lifetime someone taught Barack well about whom to choose and how. I imagine that he listened carefully as did the son in Proverbs 31, and I know that in so doing his choice of virtue became its own reward.

Michelle Obama is what I would want in a wife for my son, or my brother, and even my future husband. I declare to you today that, like Judy Brady in the 1970s, I want a wife. Let me have Barack Obama’s wife as the next First Lady of the United States of America.

What are your views on the use of guns by law-abiding citizens?

Do you believe in the right to bear arms?

Do you bear them?

Do you believe Christians should exercise that right?

What say you dear friends and visitors?

An anomaly on my quiet block, gun shots blared this past weekend, into thin air, but they blared nonetheless. I’m moving, and until then, considering investing in Sm.ith & We.ss.on security systems. Anyone wanna accompany me to target practice?

WW(YOU) do?

Here’s the post:

I am a follower of the teachings of Jesus Christ. I love Him. (I am also about to turn my other cheek and be up out.) However, I am nobody’s fool and certainly not a pioneer of the gentrification ilk that I initially posed to join. God is my protector and provider. That is why I am alive today, but I am not trying to make my angels overwork their wings. Therefore, at the first gunshot sound, the A-meister is well on her way up out of here. Believe that, yall. I no longer do urban, as if I actually ever could. What in the world was I thinking? I begin apartment hunting today and house selling tomorrow.

Peace!!