“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” -Harriet Tubman-
Next week marks my fifth month in Korea. This past weekend, I reflected on my life in the United States and my present season in the land of the morning calm. I can’t help but have a heart of gratitude. As a little girl, I use to always dream about my life as an adult. I always knew I wanted a husband that would love me unconditionally. God has blessed me with a man that reflects his imprint, internally and externally. I always desired an impactful life, God is currently taking me on a journey that will lead to an amazing, powerful story.
As a young girl, I was always inspired by Harriet Tubman. It was in the third grade when I learned about her for the first time. I was captivated by her courage, perseverance and serving spirit. She was an ordinary woman that left her mark on MY HISTORY. I always thought of her as influential. History defines her as a woman who was never afraid of her process and the journey it took to take back what was rightfully hers from the beginning, her freedom.
At a young age, I was intrigued by this woman of faith. You see, Harriet Tubman never defined freedom as self gratification, ignorance or emotional rage. Her actions in conducting the Underground Railroad were never selfish. If it was she never would’ve freed thousands upon thousands of people-a nation. AND my ancestors stories would never have reached me in this age, day and season.
As an adult, freedom is being redefined by media outlets by numbing our senses. News coverage metastasizes racism where it is now a thing rather than a problem that needs to be confronted. We, including myself, are quick to play the blaming game. As grieving families are dealing with their loss, the media further assassinates the character of the one that’s being mourned. Wow!-If Harriet Tubman was a live, what would she say to this broken generation, this unjust system?
Perhaps she would say, “find freedom, child. Speak the truths that are rooted, embedded deep within you. Fall away from the deadly spirit of “I” and rise higher than the circumstances that somehow tries to shape you.” You see, the issue of black and white is NOT the only factor fueling the race wars happening in America, it’s deeper than that. Black and white are labels, categories, stereotypes used to define a people lost in their own coded language. Black versus white; immigrant versus native, gay versus straight- disproportionate messages that are bathed in too general and ignorant statements. I choose to rise higher and define freedom as one people under God, serving together to make our world better.
There will come a day when I, too, become an ancestor. I often wonder, what will my descendants say about me? They will look back in history in search of my words, actions and deeds. I have to ask myself, honestly will I be proud of what history writes about my life? An old friend from long ago said to me, “people are like tea bags, you want to see how strong they are, watch how their character develops when dipped in hot water.” In other words, the path to freedom can either build a person up or destroy them completely. It’s a process filled with trials that requires diligence, understanding and great endurance. It’s the molding of a remarkable leader, a Moses to a community of people. A sound voice in the midst of chaos. I define freedom by my dreams, aspirations, challenges and setbacks. It’s my joys, successes and conquering moments. We all have the ability to define our own freedom I just pray we all take the necessary time to define it wisely.
I’m just Speaking Out Loud in my process of becoming…
Monday, July 11th, 2016