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This post is dedicated to my Aunts Faith and Hope for all of the
wealth of family history they embody and pass on to
the next generation of elders + ancestors in our family.
(Originally written in 2019, updated 2024)
Juneteenth (and beyond), we lift every voice + sing: "by grace, we're still here! "
This declaration, invocation, and lament fuels my resolve to honorably acknowledge my earthly and my heavenly inheritance + lineage.
In this post, I'm heralding three soul care-infused gifts to you:
the new Juneteenth design collection
some of my ancestry genealogy
links to help you dig deeper into the spirit of Juneteenth
I can not sing the praises loud enough about how Jemar Tisby has done a profound work to discuss Juneteenth—it's a celebration of Black triumph + tragedy. As usual, all links are provided at the end of the article to minimize your reading distractions.
Today, I am publicly documenting my family's genealogy, which I've been at for over twenty years.
If you plan to stay current with my summer writing project, make sure you join my email list and spread the word, as I take you through my research and story-gathering process.
I'm watching how my journey unfolds to reveal to me the intertwining of my spiritual divine roots in Yeshua (Jesus), as I continue to trace my biological family roots,
Yeshua is my heavenly ancestor through my spiritual new birth.
Equally so, my Great-Grandmother on my dad's side, Idell A. Simpson, is my earthly ancestor through my physical birth as her fifth great-grandchild.
Graduating From Cosmetology School Together in Arkansas
Great-Grandmother, Idell A. Simpson (R)
Grandmother, Johnnie Ruth Coleman (L)
Equally so, my late Grandfather on my mom's side, Leodis Warren, a sharecropper and preacher is my earthly ancestor through my physical birth. Oh, how I now look back and appreciate working out on the farm in the sweltering Arkansas heat on summer breaks. Of all my cousins, I was the only girl who would fearlessly climb high in the Mulberry tree to fetch a bushel for Big Momma Goldie to make her preserves and pies. Even now, I can see my stained hands and hear my exhilarating panting.
It was a win for our family that he and my Big Momma were able to leave sharecropping and own their land on their terms.
Big Daddy and Big Momma Warren
Our family history, on my dad's side, is partially narrated in my Great-Grandmother's Bible. It now resides with my Aunt Hope in her home in Colorado.
Great-Grandmother Idell and Aunt Hope
Family Bible of
Great-Grandmother Idell
I'm grandchild number five
(My name is misspelled, Andery)
I Choose To Be Hope and Embody Faith
Bitterness and distrust are understandable reactions in light of the discrimination, terror, and marginalization Black people have received over the centuries, yet I continue to choose my holy, embodied healing. I pursue Wisdom in all of it—She gives me reimagining vision and swaddles me in Her bosom.
The way I see it, as I partner with the God of my Faith and Hope, I also choose to be hope and embody faith. This approach is more embodied and connected and less detached and distant than the sole act of hoping. Jesus calls each child of the Father of Lights to be a light. And to be a light is to be a hope—they are inextricable, as far as I'm concerned.
I chose to put my hope in the LORD for there is faithful love with the LORD and with Him, there is redemption in abundance (Psalm 130:7). And in so doing, I will also choose to be hope and embody faith, in order to reflect the image of the Faithful One.
I choose to be hope and embody faith with a sense of determined realism.
I choose to be hope and embody faith and not to be dismayed by racism, although I regularly lament due to its ongoing effects on me in my community, my relationships, and my government.
I choose to be hope and embody faith and remain sobered by the reality of racism as I continue to dig deep into my family's history—American history.
I choose to be hope and embody faith as I unpack all my wounds by the grace of Jesus and not suppress them or dismiss them.
I choose to be hope and embody faith as I celebrate my ancestral brilliance + creativity. A brilliance that creates stationery ARTvocacy rooted in nourishing soul care.
I choose to spread hope and faith like they're confetti. I will celebrate + use my therapeutic and prophetic voice, which takes on many forms:
in my wonderfully embodied, brown-skinned womanhood
in my holy listening
in the research of my family genealogy
in my slowing down to tend to me and what matters most to me
in my scribblings
in my friendships
in my speaking
in my marriage
in my mothering
in my prayers
in my preaching
in my vocation
in the authors I read
in communal worship
in the mentors I choose
in the mentees I choose
in my entrepreneurial pursuits
in the difficult conversations
in the businesses I support
in my relationship boundaries
in the conversations I engage
in my redemptive resistance
You get the idea.
Until next time,
Scribble. Speak. From your soul.
Links for further discovery Shop with soul in my soul care boutique - invest in the seasonal Juneteenth design collection.
Subscribe & Listen to my Soul Care Podcasts
Why Juneteenth Should Be a National Holiday by Jemar Tisby
Go support + see the movie Emanuel
Suggested Reading List:
Although not exhaustive, these books represent some of the best of contemporary thinking on the topic of anti-racism and African-American contemplative living.
Jemar Tisby
Dr. Barbara Holmes
Andrea L. Palmer
Dr. Kendi’s
Austin Channing Brown
Elizabeth Hinton
Daniel Hill
Clint Smith
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