Sum of My Parts
I ran a red light and t-boned a minivan.
Miracles happened. No one was physically harmed although both vehicles were totaled. This was the first time that I witnessed the pane glass of my life explode away from the frame, exposing me to the harsh winds of adulthood. It was at this moment that Joan stepped in to take on the indomitable role of Manager in my life’s story.
The Blood Still Works.
And I want to spell it out for you, reader. I want to make it plain so that you can clear the channel to transmit your testimony. I believe I have a testimony now. I sat with myself a while. I rededicated my soul to the God in me. I looked back over my life and thought things over and I believe in the quiet, the witching hours, when the magic is loud and I hear my Greatmother humming and clearing and she tells me to wait and rest by the riverside, hum my own song and know peace. Be still. I hear her telling me to study war no more. To surrender. To live well. To trust. To fear not for the kingdom of God is at hand. And then I look down at my hands, and I finally understand.