What does it really mean to really rest in God? I think I know now…

What colour would you use to describe your week?

For me I’ll pick black.

From black backgrounds on my [personal] IG stories, to night mode on my phone and an all black lock and wallpaper screen on my phone... black just feels like the right colour for me.

Although not seen, our hearts and minds form who we are.

For our hearts and minds the things we believe stem from.

God is protective of our hearts and minds, because with them He makes us more like Him.

My heart breaks for black people. The injustices, murders and racism caught on camera are shocking (what about the ones we don’t we get to see?) It is NOT normal to witness death like this. How many more names will we have to say before something is done?

Here are the lessons God taught me in light of recent events.

What happens when all I want to do is say something fail to have the words…

Speechless.

Truth is we can Rest In Peace now… why wait?

I knew I had to pray - both my heart and mind were racing and formulating thoughts at speeds I could not keep up with - so I headed to the shopping centre where I went to grab the coffee I was craving for, buy some socks I desperately needed, window shop like a baller and most importantly pray because it was necessary.