Sisterfriends,

Honestly, I don’t know what to say…I don’t think I’m processing current events well. My letters to you always circle back to God and his Grace. I’m stumped…I’m asking God questions. I’m asking for understanding. I’m asking for direction, for consoling words that speak to our centuries of anguish. I’ve found myself numb and to an extent, desensitized. I won’t, I can’t cry. I’m afraid exhaustion will lead to hopelessness. My survival instincts have kicked in. I’m on “stay ready” mode, “canning” my emotions for the sake of sanity. I know, it’s just a matter of time before we are doing this all over AGAIN. We are mourning AGAIN, WE are PROTESTING AGAIN, We are screaming at the top of our lungs, WE. ARE. HUMAN! AGAIN.

 

I’ve stopped asking why and just simply, when?

 

Conversely, as I seek answers and understanding, in my revelation, I exclaim, GOD! what did your Grace STOP?! I am reminded that every plan of annihilation is thwarted, it wasn’t nor will it ever be as successful as the pawns’ illusions. I observe the intentional disregard of a pandemic to select operatives cloaked as financiers, politicians, policemen, and angry protestors, carry out their delusions of grandeur. I am in awe, gratefulness, and a weird type of joy at their perplexity of their circumvented perversions. I think about how they will continue to move in obstinance and ignorance to PLAN 858943216547689321 with a rabid presumption of their ancestors’ results, only to experience a bigger defeat.

 

I haven’t received all the answers, but I can present my condolences and solidarity to every family and friend of the slain. I can take guided, fervent action steps towards the complete demise of such perversions, and still have my hope in the Grace of God.

I pray that for you as well.