God, please let me do what you want for my life.
I know I can help.
Please help me fulfill the Calling.
Open doors no (white) MAN can shut. Order my steps, Lord.
Partners who get my vision and empower my leadership in the world.
Build the infrastructure within me as well as in the world for scale, leverage, and sustainability.
Help me to empower us.
Help me do your will.
You would never give me a dream that wasn’t already manifested in the mind of God.
I feel you pulsating in my chest.
In the tears I cry for Tory.
In the joy of seeming my clients get free to make their mark.
In the speed with which you bring me Black men, personal and professional, to tend to the scars left by the absence of my father.
Heal me Lord.
Heal me so completely all the bloodshed spilled for over 400 years to get me here was worth every drop.
Please Jesus, do what I can’t see.
What I can’t pray for.
Do a work in me that releases the genius you have cultivated me as from pissy mattresses to mansions.
I’m willing Lord.
You say jump, I say how high?
You say peace, I be still.
You say praise, I scream a hallelujah.
Just say the word Lord.
Call the shot.
And I will put my all in that shot.
You are my God.
If you need me to step out on the sea of faith, I will burn the fuckin’ ships so I can’t go back.
I can only win.
In Jesus’s name all that is holy,
So be it.
So it is.
Win or Die.
By Dr. Venus Opal Reese