Some days, as we move forward, we need to remember some things. Remember the good that has been around us, remember the people who sacrificed for us and who we sacrificed for, remember WHY we fight, WHY we love hard in spite of the hard headed and some times hard hearted folks we encounter, remember the lessons learned, the difference we made/make, remember how God always shows up…
Yeah… remember who we are in spite circumstance, in spite of mistakes and flaws, in spite of the let downs and betrayals- in the midst of storms, setbacks and uncertainties. Remember that we’ve outlasted many things designed to destroy us- some stuff, only God knows about. Remember that we are still standing. Purposed. Original. Amazing. Beautiful. Stengthened. Anointed.
Today, my prayer is that we remember who we are and that we walk in our own convictions, in our own purpose and in our own shoes- unapologetic of our God given brilliance and shine, leaving our own mark, making our own impact- creating a legacy that we can be proud of- a legacy that will surely out live us and touch lives we will never meet.
So I’m sitting here talking with my Folks. I love learning about & discussing my family history. So proud of our #history on both sides of the family. This guy right here… He is my Dad’s Grandmother’s (Jannie Hudson) brother (so ummm… Dad’s great uncle), R.B. Hudson. Both my parents graduated from the high school named in his honor. #Impact #Legacy
Remember, History can’t ever be summed up in a month.
R. B. Hudson High: “This school was the city of Selma’s first public high school for African-Americans. Completed in 1949, the school was named in honor of Richard Byron Hudson, a Black educator who had served for 41 years as principal of Clark Elementary School, Selma’s first elementary school for African-American children.
From 1963-1965, students from R.B. Hudson High School and surrounding county schools played a vital role in the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. These students actively participated in Civil Rights demonstrations that led to the advancement and passage of Civil Rights legislation. After integration in 1970, the school name changed to West Junior High School. In 2000, the school name changed to Chatt Academy. On May 10, 2012, R.B. Hudson’s name was finally reestablished, and the school is now known as the R.B. Hudson Middle School. ”
Excerpt taken from Historic Makers Across Alabama
In 1966, God allowed three Amazing Sisters to birth three Amazing Kids back to back to back: Lamar (Sept 21), Wendy (Oct 08), Michael (Nov 13)- and the rest, as they say, is history. How cool is that?! What a journey it has been. It hasn’t always been easy. The road had some bumps. We’ve had our fun days and we’ve faced some tough challenges. All in all, God has been good to us and we are just getting started!
I can look back at some of my most happiest of times as well as some of the lowest moments and see how I wad changed- see how I stumbled- see how I grew. Life. Sometimes I just shake my head.
As I went through my decades of journals, I started taking notes on the lessons I learned. They weren’t always easy lessons. Many times I suffered heartbreak before I learned my lesson. I might not have seen any good coming out of some circumstances back in the day, but I can see it now. I found myself saying, “Awww, that’s why I had to go through “that” particular thing.” “That’s why that friendship had to end.” That’s why I didn’t need that guy in my life.” “That’s why my inner circle is small. “That’s why I had to go to Michigan State University.” “That’s why that project failed the first three times.” “Ohhh, I never thought I’d get through that.” “Oh, now that was too funny!” “That’s why I got stuck.” “That’s why…”
Often times the real issue is not what we are going through, but what we are coming to and how our life’s lessons can prepare us to stand in amazing places- equipped and fortified- stand in places we never thought possible and how we can help strengthen someone else, if only we share when the opportunity calls for us to do so.
People need to know that we live real lives with real issues- that everything is not always perfect and that’s okay. It validates their struggles, their pain and their ability to overcome whatever they are dealing with.
Life is full of fake people who act as if they don’t have a problem in the world- people who would have you believe that they’ve been good all their lives. Those types of people rarely help anyone. In fact, they hinder.
Years ago, one of my closet friends told me she left church because she didn’t belong. Everybody there appeared perfect and her life was a mess. She felt that she could never lived up to their standards. She felt shunned by the folks she tried to befriend. She wasn’t “Churched”. She lacked discipline. She lived her life any way the wind blew. In addition, she partied on some Saturdays. She struggled with drinking every now and then, she was sleeping with her boyfriend and at times she was known to let out a curse word or two. She wanted to make some changes in her life. She tried church. If one person would have connected with her and been honest with her- If one person would have said, “Girl, I know. I’ve been there. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you how I made it through.” It would have made a huge difference. She might not have struggled as long as she did.
So, I’ve learned to listen and to share when appropriate. Why? Because it is helpful and good for the soul.
I know this first post wasn’t perfect but guess what? Right, I’m not perfect. Truth be told, on day fifty, I’m a little under the weather and struggling to even type- but I’m here. I’m determined to get it started. I’ll see you tomorrow.