Show a Black woman’s knees and ankles tangled with wooden nickels

Today is Thursday, August 27, 2026, and my faith is permanently secured in Christ Jesus!

This week, we’ve been asking some difficult questions about worth. We’ve talked about the wooden nickel, the labels we carry, and the question, “Who put a price on you?” Today, I want to take that question one step further.

Are we free, or do we just know we’re free?

I’ve thought about this question for a long time, particularly as I research Black family history. I don’t believe all Black people think alike, carry the same wounds, or view themselves through the same lens. I certainly don’t speak for everyone.

But I have noticed things within our community that make me wonder whether we have fully tasted the freedom that comes from knowing our worth.

I’ve watched Black Americans move to another continent and describe the experience as freedom, even when the economic and social conditions around them may be far more difficult than what they left behind. That has made me stop and ask: What exactly are we calling freedom?

I’m not suggesting that we romanticize another place or pretend hardship and oppression don’t exist elsewhere. They do.

But perhaps freedom isn’t always about what a place can provide. Perhaps sometimes it’s about what we believe about ourselves when we arrive there.

If I leave one environment believing I have to prove my worth, but arrive somewhere else believing I can simply exist, build, create, and belong, I may experience something internally that has little to do with the circumstances surrounding me.

That’s a powerful thought.

A person can live under difficult external circumstances and still experience an internal sense of freedom. And someone can have tremendous external freedom while carrying an internal sense of limitation.

I’ve had to examine that in myself.

I believe I have grown beyond some of the thoughts that once caused me to question my own value. But as I study our history and observe the world around me, I still wonder how long it will take for more of us to experience freedom not simply as a legal reality, but as something we recognize within ourselves and extend to one another.

Maybe freedom isn’t complete when someone unlocks the door.

Maybe freedom becomes complete when you finally stop believing you belong behind it.

And that brings me right back to the question we’ve been asking all week:

Who put a price on you?

Because if God has already established your worth, you don’t have to spend your life proving that you deserve to be free.

Call to Action

Take some time today to think about what freedom means to you.

Are there places in your life where you are physically free but still emotionally, mentally, or spiritually living as though you need someone’s permission to be who God created you to be?

Ask yourself: What would change if I truly believed I was free to live from the value God has already given me?

Scripture

“If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.” — John 8:36 (KJV)

Prayer

Father, thank You for the freedom You offer through Christ.

Help me recognize the difference between being free on the outside and truly living free on the inside. Reveal the places where fear, approval, history, or the opinions of others still influence how I see myself.

Teach me to walk in the freedom You have given me without needing permission from anyone else to know my worth.

Help me extend that same freedom to others. Let me see their value, honor their dignity, and refuse to participate in anything that makes another person feel less than who You created them to be.

Thank You for reminding me that I don’t have to earn the freedom You have already given me.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Spiritual Seal

Until tomorrow, remember this:

Freedom isn’t only the absence of a locked door. Sometimes freedom is finally realizing you don’t belong behind the door anymore.

Know your worth. Walk in the freedom Christ gives you. And don’t allow anyone to convince you that you need to accept a wooden nickel in exchange for your God-given value.

I’ll see you tomorrow, right here from Colorado. ❤️

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I’m Annette

Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.

This is a space for the ‘unspoken’ stories. As a Black woman who has journeyed through childhood trauma and family alienation to find healing in God’s grace, I know what it’s like to feel lost in the shadows.

But I also know the light on the other side. Today, my life is a testimony of prayer, the joy of a second chance in marriage, and the strength of a heart reclaimed by faith. Whether you are healing from the past, navigating a diverse family, or deepening your walk with God—you are not alone. Let’s walk this path together.

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