Overflowing

Wake up.
Overflowing.
Early mornings without coffee challenge you to be present.

Open fields wrapped up in graffiti covered walls.

Long car rides bring song, uncontrollable laughter, uncomfortable napping positions, and new sights.

Church steps littered with colors, accents, stories, and really cool shoes.

Street lights are almost more beautiful in the A.

City smells.

A memorized script followed by a sigh and lots of eyeballs searching for a homeless mans identity beyond the $4 he asked for.

Hotel beds that are too empty in a building that screams the same.

"Shopping or Business?" asked the fancy man.

Sidewalks that were taken care of - sidewalks that look like a war took place there.

No wifi. Just sky and concrete. 

4 books later - I met a lot of good people in that line. Shout out to my dude from St.Louis.

"For such a time as this"
Overflowing.

Breaking the normal by not being black, or married but I care just as much.

Worship that wasn't defined by the screen or time or voices - but your heart.

Disciples in the city. Opened homes.

Social Justice. Church planting.

Bible theology in the form of a cardigan.

Contextualization. Application.

Resources. Connections.

 Failures. Accomplishments.

Being transparent enough to say the struggle is still real.

A concert that revived my soul. Shook the floor.

And proved Sho is cooler than Crae. Oops.

I'm finna dress like the cats in atl for real.

Patterns. Colors. Layers.

 Simple is better.
Overflowing.

From NYC. to Miami. Those pastors have started a movement.

Public School is crap? Lets start our own school.

Internship in Mobile? Why not.

I shook hands this weekend with people that are out their living life among their seeds.

 Prayed with and for trailblazers. Cried for the broken.

Little boys played football in their small patch of green the project had.

All I wanted to do was join them. Adults get boring sometimes.

A thrift store that sold me triangle earrings and silk pants.

Mary Macs soul food thanks to a handsome local.

Home is found on a couch shared with my favorite boys and sister where we can pretend we didn't get old.
Overflowing.

A church body that raised me - continues to pray and challenge me.
Hugs SO many hugs on a Monday. From so many kids who used to be little.
New faces. And faces I have etched into my soul.
I saw some boys be great leaders and serve their peers food.
I saw kids helping each other with home work.
And J told us to take heart.
 I threw a football for 15 minutes and you would think I was a famous QB after the amazing work I did out there... not. Basketball will always be my sport... but I tried to keep up with my boys today.
I left with paint on my hands. Braids in my hair. And a heart that was.

 Overflowing.