May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and I have needed every day of it. This year has finally caught up with me, and I'm not yet sure if it's in a good or bad way. What I know for certain is that I have had to slow down and in some cases stop altogether. A deacon recently told me that the spiritual struggle never changes, but that sometimes our roles do. Those words have stuck with me ever since, because they struck a chord in me that I didn't even know was present. It is my belief that I am on a new path, but I have no idea where I'm going. Thankfully, I know who holds tomorrow and I know who holds my hand--shout out to Ira Stanphill.
It has not been easy these last few months watching people struggle with the day-to-day of a pandemic, social injustices, virtual or hybrid work-work-work and school arrangements. It's a lot! Throw these on top of your "normal" unemployment, hunger, homelessness, gun violence, inequalities, inequities, insecurities, climate change, cicadas, and lies, and you just might go a tad bit crazy. Not everyone, mind you. But, I was one of the ones who actually thought I was "built for this." I am not. This new found truth or realized fact has been hard to accept, say out loud, and walk in. But, it is true and it is mine. So, here we are. I do not know what is next for me, so I would appreciate a little grace while Father God has His way with me.
In the meantime, I am still praying for everyone, because the world needs it and prayer changes things and people. In this spirit, I say to you: May you stand for something beautiful, strong, and full of good life. May you walk in love and light. May you know that there is one greater who resides within you, who sustains you, and can bring you peace if you let Him. May you move and have your being in truth. May you know love.
Be well,
Kenyana Briscoe
