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There comes a moment in everyone’s life in which they must choose God for themselves. They must face their own Jordan River. Though it might be deep, wide, and intimidating. Sometimes swollen from the storms they never asked for. The prophet Joshua knew this moment well.
After Moses died, Joshua stood on the bank of the Jordan during flood season. The water was high, dangerous, unruly. But God didn’t tell him to wait until it made sense. God didn’t say, “Hold on until it feels safe.”
No. God said, “Get up, take these people, and cross over into the land I promised you.”
Sometimes purpose demands you step forward even when the water looks wild.
But Don’t Be Afraid to Go Slowly
I’ve learned this the hard way.
Don’t be afraid to go slowly—be afraid of standing still.
Some people don’t understand that because they never worked toward anything. It was all handed to them on a silver platter. But for the rest of us?
The ones who actually had to dig, stretch, break, rise, rebuild? Slow progress still means progress.
Joshua didn’t run into the river.
He stepped.
One obedient move at a time.
And when the priests’ feet touched the water, Scripture says, “the Jordan stopped flowing… and the people crossed over on dry ground” (Joshua 3:15–17).
God moves when you move.
I Come From Real Boss Women
Everyone doesn’t have the privilege of knowing their grandmothers. But I did.
And listen… my grandmothers and my aunts were bosses before “boss” was a trend.
They talked to me about money, careers, purpose, going to college, finishing high school and getting a college based diploma, and then family before social media invented fake femininity and borrowed confidence. I remember when I got my license my aunt made me drive on the highway to another state several states away ~ and called me every step of the way on the road.
These women were ”got her own” bank-type women—always had money, always had an hustle, always had…”options”, always had a plan.
Not this internet Snapchat fronting.
Whenever I called my grandmothers, they always picked up for me. I could ask for anything, and they’d make sure I got it. They always moved on my behalf—no matter how long it had been since we last talked. But they’d talk to me to make sure I was a woman…School or work…
They didn’t need permission.
They didn’t need to be chosen.
They built, they worked, they provided. They took care of the community too —even when the community abused their kindness. She used to say, “that’s somebody’s daughter, son, husband, mother, father, and family”… I would want them to do the same for mine.
Had a prophet on payroll too. Always made sure he or she had and was well taken care of.
That’s the kind of women I come from.
Worker bee women.
Women who gave me thousands and millions in wisdom, dollars, and backbone.
I Used to Say “I Stand as One”
But the older I get, the more I understand:
When a woman whispers her prayers to God, or her fears to her ancestors… though she feels like one person, a thousand grandmothers answer her call.
Last night I dreamed ten thousand grandmothers rose up—from twelve hundred corners of the earth—stepping out of the altars to stand in the gap for me.
One breath.
One sound.
One prayer—covering me.
Just like the Jordan River, the things that looked impossible suddenly didn’t feel so overwhelming. Because I realized I’m not crossing this alone.
Faith That Lives in Us
And today, this Scripture echoed in my spirit:
“I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, lives in me.”
— 2 Timothy 1:5
I don’t stand alone.
I stand with my ancestors—my aunts, my grand aunts, my grandmothers, my grandparents, and my husband —who prayed for me, fought for me, sowed into me, and loved me into the woman I’m becoming.
Their strength still cries out for me.
Their faith is still alive in me.
And this I know for certain:
My God always answers me.
Always has a ram in the bush.
Always makes a way through whatever river I’m facing.
That’s why my soul says completely yes. 🙌🏽
