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God is the answer, because he is the author and finisher.
For your encouragement:
Hebrews 12:2
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
And this word, Yet once more, signifieth the removing of those things that are shaken, as of things that are made, that those things which cannot be shaken may remain.
28 Wherefore we receiving a kingdom which cannot be moved, let us have grace, whereby we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear:
29 For our God is a consuming fire.
I know it seems that way. God answers prayers, I promise you. And I’ll join you.
New mercies everyday.
Perhaps we just build something beautiful in spite of the wreckage.
I’m almost 49,the product of parents who grew up in Jim Crowe, poor rural south and civil rights. As a black woman, we may not always have the answers. It’s frustrating, exhausting, scary and disheartening. BUT …. we have always persevered.
My parents, especially my mom, is the example I have in real time. Real life. It’s the persevering and the waiting in the prayer that gets hard.
We have more advantages and tools than the generation before us. You have to decide to do what you know you can do and pray for God to do the rest. You can only do what you know to do ….. that’s everybody.
Take a rest. Take a breath. And then keep going. If we don’t, we truly won’t have the answers.
I’ve learned something recently. It was in the context of my daughters’ school. She’s in a private school, predominantly white, she’s mixed. I work but find a way to show up as much as I can. You can tell who grew up with people of color and who didn’t. You can always tell who has class and who doesn’t. On occasion, I’ve met a mom who ignores me … in my face. But, I showed up anyway. It’s exhausting.
I’m an introvert by nature. I don’t like a lot of attention. But, I will always show up. I learned the lesson of “showing up” even when my presence wasn’t wanted. If I’m supposed to be wherever it is and that person doesn’t like it, not my problem.
It’s nice when space is made for us but we know it’s not going to be always. Recalibrate expectations and just know you’re going to show up. And show out if you need to. I’ve had to do that before.
But, showing up and not relenting and praying are our choices if we want to move ahead. Doesn’t make it right. But it is.
Yes. The school has been very intentional about diversity. I’m involved in the diversity efforts. However, the school is in a high-income part of the city. So, there’s that dynamic. And, I think, POC count themselves out from a school in that location because it is predominantly wealthy and white.
I’m not quieter or wealthy but my parents did well and I’m doing ok. It’s where I grew and learned firsthand how things can be. I also learned people aren’t what they always present. So …. I stay as involved as I can and teach my girls along the way.
I agree. I feel like the only solution presented is only ever passive or that I need to be better at ensuring
*enduring