The crux of Kingdom Building

"I'm finding that the most effective way we can help build the brand of our Saviour is in being mindful of how we manage our own."

TMLG

Overcomer: Writing My Protest

We shall overcome
We shall overcome
Somedaaaaaaay
Deep in my heart, I do believe…

…that with this pen, I must write my protest.

I can’t stand before audiences
with loud words and sound bites
illogical pontification on the state of the darker nation
Nor can I attempt to intellectualize the plight or
evade the reality of my community

I am CALLED to simply write my protest
penning my struggle with a
spiritual translation of ancestral tales

Examining our lives and pursuing justice with every single stroke
Pouring love and courage and sacrifice into metaphoric allegories

I write my vision
in every poem…
in every story…
in every play and film…

Some say power to the people
I say power to the pen
for in the end…it is the God’s gift to me.
and my duty…

to address discrimination
to prevent mental castration
to address the attempted bastardization
of God’s melanation.
to encourage self actualization
with every dictation
to denounce the political constipation
that exists in this nation
while uplifting future generation
through consistent education
and to ponder a revelation
to avoid damnation.
I can defy undercover segregation
and support reparations
while restoring the church’s obligations
to a community transformation

I must write innovation
I must write inspiration
I must write motivation
I must share my SALVATION.
It is my duty.

Quietly as I sit and listen and write.
Holy Spirit verbalizes and synchronizes my poetic ramblings
as though God was doing his to and fro thing
right then. right there. right here.

My protest is penned with a sincere eye towards freedom.
And with more of that freedom comes my continued responsibility to write

deep in my heart, I do believe

That I must pick up this pen…
and write my protest

Mrs. Tracey Michae'l Lewis-Giggetts

I return to my blog a married woman. August 23rd was that perfect day. The honeymoon in St. Thomas...a restorations of sorts.

It's amazing how there is so much drama...so much planning and preparation for the wedding...an event that only lasts a few hours. The real test, I guess, is in how well we prepared and planned for the marriage...which of course will last longer than a few hours. I pray it so.

Everything seemed to go so fast and yet, in the whirlwind, there is still the realization that I was going to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful man. I was going to be a wife. Whatever pre- and mis- conceptions and perceptions that I might have had about that title doesn't matter much anymore because... today, I am a wife. I am his wife. I am Mrs. Tracey Michae'l Lewis-Giggetts. I know. That's an awfully long name.Yes, I've had the discussions regarding my decision to hyphenate...simply a professional one. In most places I will be Mrs. Giggetts. Which is still quite strange of a concept for me. I am still me but I'm not the me I was before. If it sounds confusing...it is. At least in my mind.

However, the beauty of this whole thing is the new start that it offers us. We, together with God, are establishing a new thing, a new standard for our household and future children. Everything that I've done or not done prior to this point, has actually been leading me to this new and specific Kingdom assignment. Before, I'd been thinking of myself as an island or working in a silo...when really, it was about connecting me to another so that the word and agenda of God could go forth.

You mean it was never about Tracey Michae'l Lewis? Wow. What a reality check.

Anyhoo, I'm here. I'm blessed. The little brown girl from Kentucky has been chosen by her little brown boy from Jersey. I'm counting everyday that we journey together as a victory against the enemy who despises covenant.

Until next time,
TMLG