That Mustard Seed Faith

I left the DMV a few days ago to come home. I knew that returning to NY would be a gamble, a distraction from a lot of pressing things, including my employment mission, but I really just wanted to come home.

Since getting here it's been great just to be with family. Waking up in the house with my mom and siblings, getting to sit front-row like a proud auntie at my nieces' school performance, taking in a Brooklyn-style, free Mos-Def (excuse me...Yasiin Bey) & Brooklyn Philharmonic concert with my big sister, having girl talk with my little sister, eating my brother's home cooking, going to my home church, and getting to spend some time with Lawrence have all comforted my spirit. I needed this break.

While here, however, I had not forgotten about my worries from the last post or my pending exams; I was present to all of that, but chose to not be consumed. As I described last week, even in the midst of some concern, there was a very present sense of faith; confidence that everything was going to be all right.

Well, yesterday morning, before I could officially get the crust out of my eyes, I read my daily devotional and then switched to my gmail account for the rest of my morning routine. I saw an unfamiliar name at the top of my inbox, but caught a glimpse of the greeting; it said: "Hello Zuleka, Congratulations on your selection to receive...". It could have been spam, it could have been another message from the Obama campaign...but, it wasn't.

The remainder of the email caused a slow motion drop to the floor in prayer position; If, I had ten thousand tongues, I could not have said thank you enough. My Council on Social Work Education Minority Fellowship came through!

God is MORE than AWESOME #period

#soooooograteful
#keepbelieving
#itsalreadydone