Who I Am…
Light, wind, air, energy, effervescence…I live and breathe words. The word is LIFE and HEALING.
I am Kisha: A child of God, a wife, a mother, a lover, a friend, a daughter, a poet, a nerd, a reader, a writer, a pianist, a teacher, a problem solver, a helper, a listener, a visionary, a believer.
I grew up in Bogue Chitto, MS, a small one exit town off of Hwy 55 on the south side of Jackson, MS. Between here and there, I experienced much! All of those experiences have made my current life worthwhile and I am an example of the fact that your latter can be greater than your first, and that the end of thing is better than its beginning.
If you know anything about me, you know I LOVE to write–and this blog is a piece of that with a real passion to connect with others in a meaningful way. I am no expert, just qualified by God to say what I know.
Why I Write…
Memories are not pure entities; rather, memories connected to emotion and reaction are very often crystallized into fact when really all they represent are the emotions that you felt held together by your perspective.
As I grow into myself and my ministry, I recognize that those things that I remember cannot be called the truth: they can only be called my truths. I respect that, and I hope that those who know me and who may tell these stories from multiple perspectives respect that as well. What I want each reader to come away with each time they read is the truth at which I have now arrived as I work out my salvation.
So please don’t get caught up on the story, because (as my principal always says) I don’t aim to TEACH the story; my aim is to teach the skill using the story. And if you don’t get it with this story then I’m going to try again with the next one (shout out to all the teachers at Bright Elementary!).
What are those skills? Well, I am of the belief that the Bible is NOT a collection of stories and poems and allegories. I believe that it is a practical guide to living life every day. As I grow older, each time the word of God presents itself to me, I receive some new revelation about a thing in my past, about myself inside every single (and there were many) storm. I just want to share those revelations, pass them on to some little girl somewhere who doesn’t have to falter the way that I have.
Enough of that! Bon A Petit!