Life fucking loves you. Things work out for you. Doors open for you. Money comes to you. Love finds you. People remember you. Opportunities want you. You keep getting lucky in ways that make you laugh because of course it worked out for you again.
Of course it did. It always does. It always has.
Today, I came across this beautiful scripture. “I will give you back seven times what you lost.” Joel 2:25. If you believe God will multiply everything you've lost in your life, please respond with an Amen.
I’m genuinely grateful God sat me down and allowed me to go through certain things that forced me to slow down, reflect, and grow. Some seasons humbled me, some broke me open, and some taught me lessons I didn’t even realize I needed. But through it all, I became more intentional, more discerning, and more at peace with who I am.
They get salaries. They get tenders. They get bodyguards. They get free travel. You get load shedding, water cuts, potholes and excuses. Now bodies are falling left right and center And you’re told to be patient.
A girl on TikToķ once said; “This year God grabbed my hand, told me to trust Him, & we just took off running.” & someone commented; “Some days He’s dragging’ me, other days He’s carrying me, but we locked in.” & to be honest… that’s exactly how I feel too. IMMENSELY🙏🏻.
As a Black woman, I am deeply uninterested in spending the second half of my life proving how much I can endure.
I would like to explore how much joy I can hold.
A lady on TikTok says she wants to create an “ex review” website 😭😂 You sign up, create a profile and review the guy you dated. Other girls can search his name and see what they’re getting themselves into before investing 😭😭 I
As the police struggle to allocate resources to finding this killer, I want you guys to remember that the government suddenly had R600m on hand to fight xenophobia.