The spirits of the old and stronger ones present themselves in the midst of my can't s to tell me I can.

We have in our mothers and grandmothers . . . those who were survivors . . . powerful examples of how to make it.

They believed in God. They believed in working. They took pride in creating their own home spaces.

One day we look up and realize we’re walking a powerless walk. We still have our power, but it’s unexercised and weak.

We have to re-discover ourselves. Remember? We are the descendants of mighty women who drew the power to create, to work, to dream, to facilitate, to nurture, build, sow, reap, and tear down strongholds as naturally as they drew breath from their God.

I hear them praying. Don’t you?

Don’t you hear them praying and praising and singing and shouting? Don’t you see them dancing their old feet to Faith rhythms . . . stepping everywhere?

There was power in their gratitude. . . power in their praising . . . power in their hope and in their Faith. . . power in their loving . . . power in their trusting in their God-Creator . . . power in their knowing for certain what they believed.

And so it is for us. You and me. And so it is. Hallelujah!

(Re-Inventing Your MotherSpace: Creating A Good and Blessed Future For Our Children, Copyright 2008, Esther Davis-Thompson)

Love & Light

I will remember the Love and Work of the Ancestors and not make light of their tears.

Our people are still recovering. The footprint of the historical burdens borne can still be felt on our shoulders . . . still casts shadows in our minds. We should not forget the heavy work our ancestors have already done. We should not be remiss about the healing work we still need to do.

The experiences are in our blood for a reason. We often have relapses and forget who we are and where we’ve been. We get sloppy and forget how hard our ancestors had to fight for their children to get an education . . . and we forget to check homework. We get caught up in form and fashion and forget how base-level and functional our love for God and our need for God was then—and now. We forget that, once, being the blood mother of a child didn’t guarantee that you would have the privilege of raising that child.

(Re-InventingYour MotherSpace: Creating A Good and Blessed Future For Our Children, Copyright 2008, Esther Davis-Thompson)

Love & Light

I will breathe deep and lean on God's Spirit.

We have some special Work to do for ourselves and for our children.
We must re-learn/re-know who we are.
We come from a long line of women who fed their children by Faith.

How could we have forgotten that?

We were supposed to walk out all of our days as Faithful souls.

When did we stop knowing that?

First this pain hit, then that one. This person and that person fed us some bad images of ourselves. And we accepted them. We got confused. We were hurting and started looking for ways out of the hurt. We twisted our minds and our hearts into unnatural states so that we could fit ourselves into unnatural places. Somewhere along the line we started thinking we were disconnected from our Life Source. And we’ve been struggling ever since.

Where will we find the power to change things?

How much longer do we have to look for our power?

How much longer until we find this new powerful Self?

We used to know, instinctively, how to raise children up to their path to their High Places.
Something in us keeps whispering fiercely that we still do. Our Spirit memory tells us that the only power that has traveled intact throughout our history is our spiritual power—our connection to God. The same God who created every thing there is. Well, Hallelujah! That ought to be enough. Shouldn't that be enough?

(Re-Inventing Your MotherSpace: Creating A Good and Blessed Future For Our Children, Copyright 2008 Esther Davis-Thompson)

Love & Light,
Esther