so I was at the salon a few weeks ago. black-owned, kinda small, real family like. and the baby (about 5) was crying (bawling) while getting her hair braided. naturally I didn’t want her to cry. (+)
As I carried the nativity scene on my head, I couldn’t help but wonder...if an unborn baby can find three wise men in Bethlehem, how hard could it be for me to meet just one in Manhattan?
Prayer is really something powerful, but you have to meet God halfway. You cannot pray for something to miraculously happen but not put yourself in position to receive that blessing.
Unpopular opinion: when young people tweet about their hopes and dreams for certain ages, it’s ok to let them have those hopes. Y’all old cranky asses be so quick to shoot them down witcho “Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair” ass.
i used to do shit like this in school🤦🏽♀️ in more rigorous courses I would play like I didn’t study & act surprised when we had tests. then act just as surprised when I set the curve
whole time quizlet questions printed out... study guides done on repeat && got flash cards