Thank A Black Woman

Recently, the Holy Spirit has been dealing with me concerning my spiritual gift. I’m no longer in the mental health field, but I’ve joined the intake team at my church for those who join the church and are looking to give their lives to Christ. In actuality, I’ve always wanted to be in a role like this because I believe that helping others with their spiritual needs is a huge responsibility and I know that I can do it. It’s not that I’m such a Saint or biblical scholar, but it’s because I know that I have a purpose and this is a part of it. So last Sunday when I was in the room full of candidates getting prayer, it was an amazing site to see majority black women, who look just like me, in spiritual warfare on behalf of others.

Black women have always been a safe place, where people feel they can be loved. But on the other end of the spectrum, black women are the most disrespected out of their counterparts. It’s funny, because I’ve heard people tell their children if they ever get lost, find a black mother and you’ll more than likely be safe. Nevertheless, still we’re constantly undermined and overlooked. I can say that the love and support of a black woman has helped me personally so I have to thank them. Of course, this blog is in lieu of the presidential election tomorrow. After months of hearing and seeing absolutely awful things about Vice President Kamala Harris, I just had to say something positive. It’s much needed because we have been bad mouthed for so long that we’ve developed thick skin, but it can get tiring.

It’s no secret who I’m voting for, or rather who I’ve already voted for in this election. This isn’t a post to debate political views, it’s one to hone in on the amazing characteristics of a black woman. After all, a black woman raised me. I had 2 wonderful black grandmothers, not to mention black aunts and cousins who were an integral part of raising me. And although I’m not perfect, I’m the better for it that they helped me over the years. My black girlfriends, my black sorority sisters, my black lady church friends, black “girl pastor,” and many others have been an excellent influence and example of how I want to be in life. This may not be my most deep blog, but it’s one that means a lot to me. If no one else loves and thanks a black woman, I surely do.

No matter what happens in the election, I’m filled with joy that a black woman has gotten elected as Vice President and in the running for presidency. It gives me so much hope and joy not only for myself, but for my friends, my family, my niece, my future daughters. Seeing VP Kamala is a blessing for many generations to come. She represents the strong willed, educated, hardworking black women who refuse to give up. She represents for the sorority girls, the college girls, the ones who push past the limits and doesn’t acknowledge the ceiling because she’s pushed past it to go to higher heights. In essence, if you haven’t seen her hard work even before being in the White House and how far she has come and not been in awe, you’re probably a hater. Lol. This is the time more than ever to extend a thank you to any black woman who has even encouraged you, redirected you, or got you told for your good. Thank you to my black women, you are more than deserving of the best life has to offer! So in the words of my black Granny, Be Sweet.