Scripture:“But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.’” — Luke 2:10
Let me ask you something: when was the last time you felt real joy? Not just a quick smile for the ‘Gram or a polite chuckle at someone’s joke, but deep-down, heart-bursting, soul-refreshing joy? For many of us, it’s been a minute.
The weight of the world has been heavy lately—politics, personal struggles, grief, and everything in between. And it’s easy to feel like joy is a luxury we can’t afford right now. But can I remind you of something? Joy isn’t just for the good times. Joy is ours, even in the hard times.
This week of Advent calls us to lean into that joy, the kind that doesn’t make sense on paper but wells up anyway because of who Jesus is and what His birth means for us.
The Source of Our Joy
When the angel appeared to the shepherds, they were just going about their everyday business—working hard, probably tired, maybe even discouraged. And yet, in the middle of their ordinary night, heaven broke through with a message: “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy.”
That same good news—the birth of Christ—is still for us today. It’s the reminder that no matter how bleak things look, God has not forgotten us. The Savior has come, and His love changes everything.
This joy isn’t about pretending life isn’t hard. It’s about knowing that, in the midst of it all, we have a hope that can never be shaken.
Choosing Joy in Difficult Times
Let’s be real—sometimes joy feels like the last thing we want to choose. But here’s the beauty of joy: it’s not tied to our circumstances. It’s tied to our Savior.
When we look at the world through the lens of our faith, we can find reasons to rejoice, even in the small things. The sound of a child’s laughter, the comfort of a favorite hymn, the warmth of a meal shared with loved ones—all of these are glimpses of God’s goodness.
The Strength of a Joyful Spirit
The Bible says, “The joy of the Lord is your strength” (Nehemiah 8:10). Joy isn’t just a feeling—it’s a source of power. It’s what keeps us going when the world tries to wear us down.
Think about our ancestors, who found joy even in the midst of unimaginable hardship. They sang, they prayed, they danced. Their joy was an act of resistance, a declaration that no amount of oppression could take away their dignity or their faith. That same joy runs in our blood, sis.
Celebrating the Gift of Christ
This Advent, let’s rediscover the joy of Christ’s birth. Light your Advent candle, play your favorite Christmas gospel songs, and let yourself celebrate. Jesus came for you. He came to bring you life, and life more abundantly.
Take time this week to laugh, to sing, to dance. Do something that makes your heart glad, and remember that this joy is a gift from God.
A Prayer for the Week
Lord, thank You for the gift of joy that sustains us even in the toughest times. Teach us to look to You as our source of strength and to find joy in Your presence. Help us to celebrate Your birth with gladness and to share that joy with others. Amen.
This week, let joy be your guide. Let it bubble up in your soul and spill over into your life. Because no matter what, Christ has come—and that is reason enough to rejoice. You are loved, you are seen, and you are held in His joy.
Scripture:“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” — Luke 2:14
Sis, I see you. You’ve been running on empty for far too long. The weight of the world, the never-ending fight, the constant noise—it’s all too much sometimes, isn’t it? If you’re honest, you’re tired. Not just in your body, but in your spirit.
And who wouldn’t be? Black women have been holding it down for generations—raising families, leading movements, speaking truth, and doing it all while carrying the unspoken burden of being the backbone for everyone else. But can I tell you something? Even God rested.
Advent reminds us that peace isn’t something we have to chase or earn. It’s a gift. A divine promise wrapped up in the cry of a newborn baby—the Prince of Peace—who came to bring rest to weary souls like yours and mine.
The Gift of Peace
When the angels sang “peace on earth” to the shepherds, they weren’t talking about the absence of struggle. Let’s be real—Jesus was born into a world full of chaos, oppression, and injustice. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
But the peace they proclaimed was something deeper, something more enduring. It was the assurance that God was stepping into the mess to be with us. Not above it, not around it, but with us.
That’s the kind of peace Christ offers—a peace that doesn’t ignore the storm but holds you steady right in the middle of it. The kind of peace that whispers, “You don’t have to do this on your own.”
Permission to Rest
Sis, if no one else has told you this, let me be the one to say it: You don’t have to be strong all the time. You don’t have to fix everything or hold everyone up. Rest is not weakness. It’s wisdom.
Think about Jesus. Even He took time to step away, to pray, to recharge. And He’s the Savior of the world! If He could pause, so can you.
This Advent season, I want to encourage you to rest—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. Let go of the pressure to carry it all. Lay it down at the feet of the One who said, “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).
Peace as Resistance
Choosing peace in a world that thrives on chaos is a radical act. The systems of this world want you to stay tired, distracted, and defeated because a rested, grounded Black woman is powerful beyond measure.
This week, take time to breathe deeply, to pray, to be still. Light your Advent candle and let its glow remind you of the peace Christ offers—a peace that nothing and no one can take away.
Peace in Community
Sometimes, peace feels hard to find on our own. That’s why we need each other. Call up a friend, join hands with your family, or lean into your church community. Advent reminds us that we’re not meant to walk this journey alone.
And if you’re in a season where community feels distant, know that you’re not forgotten. The same angels who proclaimed peace to those shepherds proclaim it to you. God’s favor rests on you, sis. His peace is for you.
A Prayer for the Week
Lord, in a world that feels so loud and overwhelming, we long for Your peace. Teach us to rest in You, to lay down the burdens we were never meant to carry. Thank You for being our steady anchor in the storm. Help us to embrace the gift of Your peace, not just for ourselves but so we can share it with others. Amen.
This week, give yourself permission to rest. Not because the work isn’t important, but because you are important. Let the Prince of Peace renew your spirit and remind you that even in the chaos, you are held. You’ve got this, and God’s got you.
Scripture:“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.” — Isaiah 9:2
Beloved, let’s be real. It’s been a heavy season. Many of us had high hopes for what this year might bring, especially in the political sphere. We showed up, like we always do, with our ballots in hand and our hearts full of determination. And yet, the results left us questioning—not just the systems we’ve long fought to change but even our place in them. Disillusionment has set in, and I know I’m not the only one feeling it.
For Black women, this moment can feel like yet another blow to our already tender spirits. We’ve carried so much—generations of hope, strength, and sacrifice—yet here we are again, looking around and wondering, Does anybody see us? Does anybody care?
But here’s the thing about Advent: it meets us in our waiting, in our wondering, in the darkest corners of our souls. Advent doesn’t rush us past our pain or tell us to “get over it.” Instead, it calls us to sit in the stillness and remember this truth: A light has dawned.
The Power of a Promised Light
When the prophet Isaiah spoke those words to Israel, they were a people walking in deep darkness—exiled, oppressed, and weary. Sound familiar? Yet God gave them a promise: a Savior was coming, one who would break every chain and restore what was lost. That promise wasn’t just for Israel—it’s for us, too.
The birth of Jesus is the fulfillment of that promise, the reminder that even when it feels like everything around us is crumbling, God is still at work. The world’s systems may fail us, but His kingdom will never fall.
So, when you feel like hope is slipping through your fingers, remember this: the hope we cling to isn’t tied to election results, policies, or even people. It’s tied to a God who stepped into the mess of this world to be with us.
Reclaiming Hope in Our Stories
Sisters, I know it’s tempting to shut down right now. To retreat, to stop caring, to let the weight of it all bury us. But our ancestors didn’t survive on despair—they survived on hope. They carried songs of freedom in their hearts, even while their hands were shackled. They prayed over us, their future generations, believing that the God who parted the Red Sea could still make a way.
We honor them when we choose hope, not the kind that ignores the pain but the kind that stares it in the face and declares, “My God is bigger.”
Hope as Resistance
Let me tell you something: hope is a radical act. In a world that tries to convince us to give up, holding onto hope is a form of resistance. And the beautiful thing about Advent is that it reminds us we’re not hoping alone. We’re joining a chorus that stretches back through the ages, from Mary’s “My soul glorifies the Lord” to the songs we sang in our own pews growing up.
This week, I invite you to light a candle, even if it’s just a small one on your kitchen counter. As that flame flickers, let it remind you that Christ’s light still shines, even in the darkest of times. Pray over it. Cry if you need to. And let yourself feel the weight of His promise: A light has dawned.
A Prayer for the Week
Lord, we come to You weary and worn. We’ve seen so much, carried so much, and sometimes it feels like too much. But we thank You for the promise of Your light. Thank You for seeing us when it feels like the world doesn’t. Help us to root ourselves in the hope of Your coming—not just as a baby in a manger, but as the Savior who will one day make all things new. Teach us to trust You in the waiting. Amen.
This Advent season, let’s lean into hope—not because it’s easy, but because it’s what we’ve been called to do. You are not alone, sis. The light has come, and it is shining for you.
Can I pull up a chair and chat with you for a moment? This season—Advent—is one of my favorite times of year, but I know it might not be familiar to everyone. Whether you’ve been lighting Advent candles since you were a child or you’re just hearing the word for the first time, this series is for you.
Advent is the four weeks leading up to Christmas. It’s a season of waiting, preparation, and reflection as we look forward to celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. The word Advent comes from the Latin word adventus, which means “coming.” It’s all about anticipation—of Christ’s first coming as a baby in Bethlehem and His promised return to make all things new.
Each week of Advent focuses on a different theme: Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love. These are more than words—they’re promises, gifts that God has given us through Jesus. Advent invites us to pause in the middle of the hustle and bustle, to reflect on these gifts, and to make space for them in our lives.
Why This Matters Now
If you’re anything like me, you might be feeling a little weary. The past year has been full of challenges that have left many of us drained—emotionally, mentally, even spiritually. And for Black women especially, it’s been a season of reckoning. We’ve given so much of ourselves to our families, our communities, and our work, only to feel overlooked and undervalued in the spaces where we’ve poured out our hearts.
That’s why Advent is so timely. It reminds us that we don’t have to carry it all. We don’t have to fix everything or have all the answers. Advent gives us permission to slow down, to grieve, to hope, to rest, and to celebrate.
And through it all, it points us back to the one constant in our lives: Jesus.
A Journey Together
Over the next four weeks, I’ll be walking with you through each theme of Advent. Together, we’ll unpack what it means to hold onto hope when the world feels dark, to find peace when our spirits are weary, to rediscover joy in the middle of hard times, and to embrace the kind of love that heals and transforms.
Each post will weave together the timeless truth of Scripture, the lived experiences of Black women, and the beautiful gift of Christ’s coming. I’ll be sharing reflections, prayers, and practical ways to make space for these themes in your life.
So grab your favorite mug, light a candle, and settle in. This is a season for you—to breathe, to reflect, and to remember the profound truth of Christmas: Emmanuel, God with us.
Whether you’re new to Advent or it’s a tradition you’ve celebrated for years, I hope this series will bless you and remind you that you are seen, loved, and held by the One who came just for you. Let’s take this journey together.
11 In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been:- predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will, 12 so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of his glory. 13 In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, 14 who is the guarantee] of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the praise of his glory.
What happens when outside influences make you and I believe that it is all riding on us? What happens when we believe that our health, peace of mind, and our futures all depend on what we can accomplish, perform, or purchase? My stomach is in knots just thinking about carrying such a burden. In Ephesus during the time the letter to the Ephesians was written, the influence of Greek thought and culture colored every aspect of life. Nowhere was that influence more apparent than in the worship of their pagan gods. Artemis, the Greek goddess of fertility and the most worshipped deity in the region, had an enormously spectacular temple dedicated to her in Ephesus. Followers of Artemis sincerely believed that avoiding illness, ensuring a bountiful harvest, completing a voyage safely, getting rich, or attracting a desirable lover depended on what they could do for her. The person needing the goddess to make a move on their behalf would make a vow to pay the goddess back when she gave them favor. I can’t begin to imagine the stress of what it must have felt like when prayers were unanswered. A person might go into debt, endure strange rituals, or work themselves to the bone in order to curry favor with an idol made of silver. People desperate for answers not only looked to Artemis for their daily deliverances, they were also big believers in magic and the occult. Again, we see the people’s attempts to DO something to move the supernatural to work on their behalf.
As I write these words I find myself relating to the Ephesians in that I catch myself from time to time trying to manipulate God and orchestrate life to my liking. I am embarrassed to admit how many times I have wanted God to move in a particular way and was “extra spiritual”, going out of my way to do good works for the Lord. Then later, send up self serving prayers with the hope that my good works would somehow convince God to “hook a sister up.”
It is such an encouragement to my soul that the thing that grants me the immense privilege of a guaranteed heavenly inheritance is as simple as a heartfelt, “yes” to God. Paul writes that when you and I hear the word of truth and believe, we are sealed with the Holy Spirit. The word sealed, or sphragizō in Greek means to be made immediately authentic. This powerful truth of being sealed unto God by a simple act of faith was compelling to the Ephesians who worshipped silver figurines that could neither hear their prayers, nor show compassion. I imagine the guarantee that Christ offers was welcome to those souls burdened with trying to manipulate and maneuver in order to find favor with their gods. No wonder why new converts in Ephesus who once owned books of magic spells burned them publicly as a demonstration of the depth of their new faith (Acts 19). When we believe, and are sealed with the Holy Spirit, it guarantees us an inheritance we did not deserve and could never earn through our own efforts. No magic, no incantations, nor spells are needed. Instantly we belong to the family of faith.
My question for you: How have you experienced relief by knowing you have been sealed with the promised Holy Spirit?
3 For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. 4 The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. – 2 Cor 10:3-5
One morning as I was getting ready for work, I got a text message notification from my husband. ba-ding! I looked down fully expecting it to be a note telling me to make sure the coffee maker is unplugged. He sends the same text every day.
But that morning, his message made my stomach do flips – “The gift looks good on you.”
I was confused at first. Gift? He didn’t give me any gift. What was he talking about??? Then I stopped and stared at my horrified reflection in the mirror.
In my family multiple divorces and extended singlehood among the women were common. I myself struggled with unwanted singlehood until my late 30’s. I thought a generational curse of marital dysfunction and infidelity had followed me into my marriage. I wondered if I had heard God wrong about marrying this man (we were only two years into our marriage at that point). I wondered if my lack of experience and family history had caused me to fail as a wife. Mocking voices began telling me that there are no good men out there, and that my marriage was at risk. So in the stillness of the morning as I stared horrified in the mirror, anger, hurt rage, and betrayal began to bubble up into a hot knot in my throat.
But praise God for the gift of the Holy Spirit who reminds us of scripture. “Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end” – Proverbs 29:11
God reminded me of that 2nd Corinthians passage above to take every thought captive. Every thought. Thoughts of inadequacy. Thoughts of hurt. Thoughts of anger. Everything. Then, we are to demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God. Knowledge that He is good, and that He has a hope and a future for us.
In the passage, Paul was talking about people that were stirring up dissension in the church. In my bathroom that morning, the enemy was trying to stir up dissension in my mind, making me want to doubt God’s blessing on my marriage and in my life. I had to remind myself that I have chosen to break generational curses, and any power they might have over me. I have chosen to join myself to this man. And, most importantly, I have chosen to trust God with my marriage.
So, trusting the Holy Spirit to soothe my soul and keep me sane no matter the outcome. I picked up my phone and texted him back – “Huh?” It was all I could muster.
The minute and a half I waited for his response seemed like an eternity.
His response: “It’s a song, never mind.”
I nearly shouted LIAR!!!!!!!! There is no song like that. I immediately Googled “the gift looks good on you song lyrics.”
You know what I found? A YouTube clip of a cute, upbeat song…
Hallelujah!!!!!!!! My husband wasn’t a philandering, no good piece of dirt. He was a wonderful godly man choosing to edify his wife! Relief poured out of my eyes in big fat tears and I praised God. I praised Him for the Holy Spirit that reminded me to put a check on my feelings and on my tongue.
What if I had flown into a rage and said all kinds of accusatory and hurtful things to him. What if by doing that I actually planted seeds of infidelity in his mind? By taking my thoughts captive, it didn’t mean I ignored my hurt and confusion. I submitted those thoughts to Christ so I could function. Letting Him bear that burden so I could hear Him in the midst of my emotions.
