By Tracey L. Roberts
Hey, dear God, it’s not Margaret, it’s me, Tracey. Can I holler at you for a moment, bend your ear?
I grew up reading Margaret’s Conversation with God and it was an absolutely brilliant depiction of going to the source of all sources, to get answers by having a conversation. I need that conversation. I need it now. I need to work out and work through some difficult situations. It’s weighing heavy on my heart, so I’m coming to you, the all-knowing source, hoping you will finally give me answers; so let me start. Lord, I’m tired. Like the old folks say, I’m really tired. Why is it that black folks have to endure so much; was slavery not enough? From Jim Crow, Civil Rights, poverty, economic and systematic racism. Civil unrest, they’re killing us in these streets, there is No Justice, No Peace.
At every turn, we pick ourselves up, rebuild what’s broken, heal our trauma, pray away the pain hoping for a better tomorrow. Seems like every time we pull it together this world finds another way to knock us down, make life just a bit more unbearable, make us do the unthinkable, question you, God.
Why so much on us? We’ve had enough. Why do we have to wait until the next lifetime to have promised salvation? Can we have a bit of that now? God, why can’t we be seen as equals, we have so much to offer, just like all people. God, help us change the narrative of us being less than, please, we just want the world to know we’re just like them, even more so. Tell me who can walk in our shoes, endure what we’ve been through and find a way to smile through the pain, and be the best at everything. God, it’s Tracey this time, not Margaret, and I’m tired. Let’s have a conversation.
About Our New Series – Tracey will be writing a Series for Reel Urban News, featuring her Conversations with God, from the black perspective, and hopefully the Series will be embraced by everyone. Tracey and God have much to discuss and just maybe, Tracey, can figure out this thing called life and spark more conversations with God.
