Working Through It

by Kasha Thompson

Guys like to have a purpose.

She’s the sword, and you’re the shield. Both serve a purpose. You’re lucky if you have one but blessed if you have both.” Pastor Randolph leaned forward, stroking his beard. “What does a sword do?” “It strikes.”

And the shield provides protection. Makayla is ambitious, full of these big ideas, but she doesn’t always know how to tie it all together. Then there’s you. You calculate the risk to determine the best way to execute a vision. You two balance each other.”

she was no longer a Georgia peach; she was a Georgia apricot. She had seen everything and watched it come back again. In other words, she was outspoken, rarely holding her tongue. Her motto was that growing older allowed you to say exactly what you felt, and if feelings got hurt in the truth-telling process, then it was a small price to pay.

God stretches us through our circumstances. Growing pains can be uncomfortable, but if you push through it, the reward is worth it,”

Change your thoughts, change your world, right?

She’d spent far too long holding on to anger, an anger that didn’t protect her or make her stronger. All it did was keep her stuck, unable to move forward and unwilling to let shit go.

She called you … the best part of her, her hope, joy, her fierce love … all combined.”

“I believe that the people we love live on through us, in our memories of them and in the retelling of stories.”

“Death is hardest for those who are left behind,” the pastor continued. God takes the soul, but we are left with the memories, the laughter, the hugs, and yes, the tears. We must live our lives as a testament to the ones we loved and who loved us.”

“We had to show out for her. Let God know that Heaven was getting a real one.”

Atlanta was the type of place where everybody knew everybody.