Black Women Have It Going On

Good day from Colorado, where we have blue skies nearly 365 days of the year! Thanks for stopping by my blog, where we discuss life, faith, and the sometimes bumpy walk with Christ.

In the days between the Cross and the Resurrection, there was a heavy, holy silence. The disciples felt like stumbling sheep in the dark, wondering where the Light had gone. I know that silence well. It was the sound of our house every afternoon while my mother worked her daily 16 hours.

For you, the silence might have felt like neglect, but for me and my brother, it became our sanctuary. We were each other’s “flock” in the quiet. We didn’t have a magic wand to bring Mom home early, so we learned to grow in the hidden places. People on the sidelines might think nothing is happening in the silence, but that is often where God does His deepest work. In those “latch-key” hours, my brother and I cultivated a bond that was born out of necessity but sustained by a love that only the “left behind” can understand.

The Takeaway for Us

• The Hidden Growth: Just because the house is quiet doesn’t mean God isn’t moving. Some of your greatest strengths were built in the hours you spent waiting.
• The Bond of the Flock: When the “adults” are away, God often provides a brother or a sister to be your witness and your strength.

Community Challenge

Did you grow up in a “quiet house”? How did the silence of your childhood shape the way you hear God’s voice today?

Scripture & Prayer

• Scripture: “For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.” — Psalm 62:5
• Prayer: Father, I thank You for being there in the quiet hours of my childhood. I thank You for the bond I shared with my brother in that empty house. Heal the lonely places in my heart and remind me that You never left us alone. Amen.

The Spiritual Seal

Remember: You are not defined by the years the locusts have eaten, but by the new thing God is doing in your life today. The tomb is empty, and your story is rising. See you Tuesday!