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If your beliefs are so flimsy that reading a book will cause them to fold, then your beliefs probably needed to be challenged in the first place.
Unchallenged convictions are mere opinions until they stand the test of rigorous rethinking.
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"I don’t want to waste time being stuck on sad."
— a word from my four year old daughter
“Transparency is the window that allows you to see. Vulnerability is the door that allows you in.”
Please think twice before you call a man weak for opening his door. It could have been shut for generations in his family.
That, my friend, is strength. #vulnerability #therapy
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Not invited = Don’t go!
Not told = Don’t ask!
Always remember that. – at Pretoria, South Africa
When friends confide in you, it’s not for you to do the following.
- Share without their consent
- Build your own platform
- Use as manipulation
Vulnerability takes strength. They’re literally giving you their heart. Be an adult. Protect them. Take it seriously. #friendship
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For some of us, warrior mode is easy. Tenderness is hard.
Healing shifts the heart.
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When we break through the shame and begin to tell our story, we discover many have walked a similar path.
You’re not alone. I hope you find safe spaces to share truth. There’s healing there.
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You have options. Some just have not been revealed yet.
Don’t let insecurity, impatience, or manipulators convince you otherwise.
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Some will try to reduce you to one note, not grasping how one person can contain an orchestra.
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To all my white brothers & sisters, pastors & leaders.
YOU DON'T NEED BLACK PEOPLE TO HELP YOU UNDERSTAND THE BASIC PROBLEMS OF RACE IN AMERICA. (**read the caps as emphasis not anger)
Ex A: youtube.com/watch?v=AGUwcs9q…
You end up leaving enlightened, but we leave EXHAUSTED! (1/6)
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George Floyd and I were both arrested for allegedly spending a counterfeit $20 bill. For George Floyd, a man my age, with two kids, it was a death sentence. For me, it is a story I sometimes tell at parties. That, my friends, is White privilege.













