Get Out of My Office!

I had the opportunity earlier today to pick the brains of forty Howard University Alt Spr Break students about our work! I can’t lie, it was dope/my job is dope. BUT, their insight, questions, and mere presence makes me wanna do more/create more spaces for these types of opportunities for my teens to serve our communities while they’re in high school. I want them to have multiple meaningful exchanges with BLACK college students across the nation while they’re STILL in high school. I want them to be in programs that provide opportunities to travel the world while they’re STILL in high school. They need to get out my office 😂 …We can’t just keep them to ourselves anymore…

This wasn’t really a blog, just a rant 😂

But hold me accountable just the same!

—Sincerely, Tyra

#JustSharing #Chicago #Youth

Advertisements
Get Out of My Office!

#HealitGod: Fear of Love

I read somewhere that God can’t heal what you are unprepared to reveal. This is an interesting concept that requires us to do a bit of work. Mainly, if you are not in the mindset to be self-reflective and confess your flaws and sins to God, they’ll remain thorns in your side.

As my relationship grows stronger with Him, I want to be able bring every flaw to His altar. Prayerfully, my goal is just be a better mom, sister, friend, lover (to my future husband), and person, in general.

Speaking of being a better lover, it takes a certain level of vulnerability to be “in love” and a great partner. But I’m pretty sure my last relationship was ruined by my inability open up to him completely. I was worried of would happen if I became “too in love.” Before my next relationship, I’m praying and carving out time to figure how to overcome this fear.

I used to think vulnerability equaled fear. But I’ve been learning that it’s actually freedom; complete freedom to be all that you are without apology or regret. But because I aligned this concept fear (and in many ways, weakness), I ended up building walls with someone I really cared about.

So, as God continues to work in and through me, I’ve asked Him to make me more willing to stand in my truth and allow my strength and vulnerability to complement each other. I know it will take some time… and faith… and discernment. I’m re-reading both the New International Version and The Message Bible of 1 Corinthians 13:4-13 to gain more insight.

Is this even an issue or fear within God-centered relationships? Comment below and let me know how you overcame the of fear of loving too deeply.

-Sincerely, Tyra

#HealitGod: Fear of Love

Free Woman

No one wants a free woman.

They want us to be small and contained,

unopinonated and ashamed

of all our own ideas.

When I say, “Stop that. It hurts me.”

They’d rather recall how strong

I was before and parade

my wounds around like a trophy.

I just want to be a free woman,

full of melodies and melanin.

Let me be all that I am

or walk away if you can’t.

Is there a such thing as a free

woman? My womb and

my mind are empty

according to every man.

“Can I be a freed woman?”

is not a question I ever thought

I’d need to ask.

—Sincerely, Tyra

I can’t lie. When I wrote this last night, I wasn’t thinking of it being “in honor of International Women’s Day.” But God planted this poem in my heart last night in relation to some conversations and experiences that I’ve been having with various men in my life over the past week or so. So I see His timing as perfect and pray that as women we continue to grow and walk in our God-given purpose-especially in the face of men who do not recognize our talents, gifts, or authority. So let me know what you think and hit me with some ideas for a title.

–peace + love, Tyra

Free Woman

Bellies & Babies

Sometimes I look at my stomach and cannot believe there used to be a living, breathing being inside of it…

at least until My Joy decides to randomly pat it and says “I used to be in Mommy’s tummy” or “I wanna be in Mommy’s tummy”

or… the most infamous one of all: “its looks like there’s a baby in there.” 🤦🏾‍♀️😩

I’m not sure if the child really thinks my stomach is a teleportation device, a time machine or if she’s trying to tell me she wants a sibling. Do other toddlers do stuff like this?

I’m so confused and can literally only take suggestions for the teleportation device idea. I rebuke any ideas of siblings in the near future. Two versions of me under the age of five—in the same house PLUS myself? …Yeah, I’ll pass. 😅

—Sincerely, Tyra

#SlayTheDream

Bellies & Babies

My Joy the Mastermind

After tub time, My Joy likes for me to pick her up and stand in the mirror and hug her—like I did when she wasn’t half my size. Last night—

My Joy: Pick me up, please.

Me: I did pick you up (literally sitting on the side of the tub with her wrapped in her towel and in my arms)

My Joy: No, you didn’t because you didn’t stand up.

Me: 🙄 and TF (in my head, of course)

I stand up.

Me: Are you a baby or a big girl?

My Joy: (looks at me in the mirror) I just wanna be ‘Mommy’s baby.’

This is mastermind-style manipulation from a four-year old, bruh. I was about to put her down and apparently she knew, hitting me dead in the heart with that line. I coo-ed and oo-ed and ahhh-ed while holding her heavy butt in my arms for at least another full minute.

#JustSharing

—Sincerely, Tyra

My Joy the Mastermind

I talked to God in Public.

I think I’ve just now decided to call this what it is. I’m not a preacher, not an evangelist or a even a great intercessor. But I am consistent. And I’ve been consistently praying over us. Yes, even you–who I may not know. But you’re reading this right now–so yes, definitely you, too.

There’s a funny, gif-ed out Twitter thread or stream of consciousness that explains why this prayer in this moment: https://twitter.com/tyrashange/status/1085861255871647744?s=21

If you read it, share a comment down below.

So hear’s today’s prayer:

May we all gain more peace in this year.

May we be vulnerable enough to not allow the chaos of our daily lives disrupt our inner peace.

Sincerely,

Tyra

I talked to God in Public.

18 Love Lessons I Learned in 2018

So I took some time to reflect on my relationships from last year. This list represents the love (and sometimes lackluster love) that I experienced in the form of my family ties, friendships, and more intimate relationships. Ultimately, I realized that I should pay special attention to the ones that were blessings and found some important lessons in the rest. Please take what you need.

Dear Self,

1. Sex will not sustain you.

2. A relationship will not complete you either; so be patient and #SlayTheDream

3. The business is better than the boo. Build it. Plan Ahead. Take your time.

4. Be careful. Be discerning. The devil will pray for you, too.

5. Backsliding was never your thing. Don’t start now. Despite his words, there was a reason it didn’t last.

6. Godly love or no love. Create boundaries.

8. Make sure your friends know how to pray for you and with you regularly. Communicate rather than isolate.

9. Are you equally yoked? Has God designed him especially for you?

10. Leadership is having self-control.

11. Let him check on you. If he’s about you, he’ll know that you deserve to be cared for sometimes, too.

12. Don’t forget what you learned.

13. Remember to heed your own advice.

14. Your youth are watching your example.

15. This year has been awesomely designed in your favor. But there is more work to do.

16. Remember God’s grace, mercy, favor rests in your most important relationship.

17. Practice silent confidence; walk the tightrope between humility and humbleness.

18. When you need a break from community organizing, remember this world we live in is not ready for My Joy.

BONUS: Obedience is difficult at times, but will reap more than you can imagine. Believe God.

–Sincerely, Tyra

#SlayTheDream

18 Love Lessons I Learned in 2018