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That Crystal Stair


"Life for me aint been no crystal stair," according to Langston Hughes' epic poem, Mother to Son. I used to wonder what kinds of experiences the mother had had that brought her to the well of strength from which she now drank and offered a cup to her son. As I think about the characteristics of a crystal staircase, I imagine it belongs in a house where there is massive wealth and finery is plentiful. But here is this mom who has had a life filled with tacks, splinters, and torn up boards telling her son, that because she didn't give up, neither could he.


Regardless of where you are in life on today, realize that there is someone else who has travelled along your road and they have made it through. Because they have already paved the rocky road, you and I will do good to follow after them. Our elders always talk to us from their graves, admonishing us to live lives better than theirs.


And, for us, there is yet another audience awaiting our applause! Our Cheers! YOU CAN DO IT BECAUSE I DID IT AND YOU CAN DO IT BETTER THAN ME! Hebrews 12:1 says, "... since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked for us."


Today, as you are contemplating giving in or giving up, I am your witness...RUN BABY, RUN! You can make it through whatever you are facing and you will thrive when you do! But this storm was meant to overwhelm you in the natural, but in the spirit, it was designed to compel and propel you into destiny! Don't quit! You're almost on the other side of through!

To hear this poem, click the link below:

https://youtu.be/wv2ikZzOTF4

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