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Accepting Christ is like getting an invitation to give your heart away, open up your mind, and expose the softness of your spirit. To release your heaviest responsibilities into the lightness of a Man without an individual body.

Wherever you go, wherever you turn, you can rest assured that you're taken care of, watched over, loved.

Some people roam the earth looking, searching, pleading for a taste, even if it's just a slice, a crumb, an iota, a touch of heaven, a touch of love of this caliber. You can't buy it, you can't earn it, and you can't socialize your way into it. You can only submit to it. Let it take a hold of you. Accept. Release. Follow.

And so a journey begins, a searching soul, ready to begin soul searching walks into a local church.

What happens next?

They meet you. God leaves a map in their spirit with directions to His Body, and it’s the church. The Church is you. You’re the sacred Body of Christ.

What happens next is up to you, Christians. Some may say, “that’s not my problem.”

“That’s between them and God.”

“I don’t know.”

But it’s important to remember that you’re a lot of people’s first interaction and experience with God. What will they learn about the Almighty Father through you?

Whether you believe it or not, your calling is huge. You can be considered a divine diplomat, representing heaven on earth.

If you feel a little pressure, don’t worry. It’s the responsibility of the cross we take up and bear everyday we decide to live for Christ. You can do it.

God sent his Holy Spirit to enable us to do the supernatural — to love in atmospheres of hate, to give when it looks like we’re going to run out, to forgive when it feels like we’ve been taken away from.

You can do it, by God’s grace. I believe in you.

Yes, you! You don’t have to fabricate light, all you have to do is open yourself up to be a transparent vessel, through which the Son shines.

Show your humanity. It’s part of your testimony, and it shows others how normal human beings can be used by a supernatural God.

I believe in you, and some people will believe in Him, because of you.

May God light your journey into leadership.

“so we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another.”

~Ephesians 12:5

With Love,

Monet

The idea came from a combination of a few silly memories. The first was my freshman year of college. We had an open-door policy. That basically means, any Joe Blow with an ID could walk into your dorm room and say things like, “PG people like to party.” The second was the driver of this nostalgic series, my time at Suitland High School, which in itself holds so many sub-memories of community, black excellence and culture.

The curiosity surrounding a place where my everyday life existed, a place that I called home made me laugh. It made my think, and it made me grateful. I wanted to share what I had learned from being away was a unique life experience. But even more than that, I wanted to share what had been instilled into me by my parents from the time I was a child, self-love and community pride.

Though many surprisingly look at where I come from as this mystical, far-off cultural dreamland, many also believe stereotypes. Stereotypes that I had heard my entire life. Stereotypes that I had learned to look through with x-ray vision to see the root of. It was always either ignorance or intimidation.

I wrote this for the urban girls, like me. The men, women and children who aren’t just puns, or abstract concepts you discuss in your urban studies class, but real people. I wrote this so that you could be reminded of your distinction, your resilience, the little things you say and do that you don’t even think about, because it’s your culture. The culture that many want to copy, but less want to respect. The culture that you create everyday you wake up and live.

I wrote this for the black millennials. The ones that I watched lead the second civil rights movement from my dorm room. The ones whose faces were laughed in for demanding basic human rights. The one’s who will go down in history.

I wrote this for anybody who was willing to listen with an open mind, as I opened my mind and my heart, and grabbed precious memories, priceless lessons and powerful truths.

I wrote this for you, and now I want to give you something else.

Today, the outlier of all unashamedintrovertishgirl.blogspot.com series has been read hundreds of times by readers across the globe, and this is just the beginning. The series is not ending, it’s evolving.

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“12 Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.”

-Philippians 3:12

When I was in college, I worked as an intern for two different campaigns in two different areas of local government. It was my job to familiarize myself with the goals that each candidate had for their respective communities and convey that, sometimes through writing and sometimes by directly speaking to the public.

It was then that I realized something that people don’t really seem to speak much about and don’t really understand. The truth watered my passion for social justice that had been growing over the years and tied many loose ends regarding social issues together in my mind.

The truth is, local politicians can have an even greater impact on the inner workings of our everyday lives than the

president. They make decisions about how to spend your tax payer dollars, the best ways to utilize and handle the resources in your city and enact policies that merge those two factors.

The first day of my second campaign,
I was out going door to door.

Their decisions impact the quality of the schools you attend, some of the major organizations and infrastructure that pops up in your neighborhood, public programs, such as transportation, and so much more.

They are sometimes called public servants. So basically, you pick the woman or man you want to do the job based on whether or not you like how they choose to do it, you pay a portion of their salary with your taxpayer dollars, (unless they are an unpaid volunteer or from a small town where only a small stipend is offered) and they do what you as a community collectively ask. Our elected officials, whether we voted for them or not, are supposed to work for us.

It’s almost like you’re the CEO of your own community. If you see something you don’t like, you can change it. If you discover something you want to add, go do that. That’s how democracy works.

What’s disturbing is the fact that many communities don’t seem to fully understand this fact. You don’t have to accept what’s handed to you, you go and respectfully demand what you want to see.

I encourage you to demand the absolute best quality of life for yourself and your community. Many of the communities that people describe as “so nice” and “top notch” have the most active and demanding citizens.

I want us all to be able to describe our communities as “so nice” and “top notch” or whatever more hip terminology you like to use.

Don’t wait for things to get better. Get up and go get better. The power is in your hands.

Go get what you want. Go get what you deserve.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”

~2 Timothy 1:7

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1. President Obama Flew Past My House

On an almost weekly basis, the presidential helicopter would fly past my home. As a little girl, I loved being able to point toward the sun roof of my parents’ cars and say, “there goes the president.” It was special to be walking my little Maltese and be halted by the sound of wind slicing propellers from the row of helicopters that would escort the president of the United States.

2. Crazy Metro Story

When I was about three or four years old, my paternal grandmother, two of the kids she babysat, and I got trapped on an out of service metro train. It was during the day, when many were at work, so it wasn’t like it was easy to tell that the train was out of service. The doors opened and the lights were on so we boarded the train. After a few minutes, we realized we were on a out of service train. We frantically pushed the emergency help button and shortly after a staticky voice came through the speaker. An attendant came a few moments later by walking through the doors that connected each train to manually let us off. I remember being so afraid that I closed my eyes, bowed my head and started praying.

We're Nat's fans.

3. Our Music: GoGo

So I started listening to GoGo Music (somewhat) seriously in tenth grade. I guess I shouldn’t say really seriously. I wasn’t a “GoGo Head” or anything. I feel really old using that term. I’m resisting the urge to say, “oops now I’m showing my age.” Anyway, in high school, gogo music was all over the place. I used to love when they would play it over the cafeteria speaker at lunch, and sometimes let people get up and chop or just dance. I remember when I was on the dance team, during my first pep rally performance, we danced to a mix, with a popular GoGo song in it. I really wish I had a clip. I feel like I have very little footage of my high school dancing days. I stopped listening to most mainstream music shortly after, so I wasn’t up to date with the latest trends in GoGo.

Interestingly enough, during my sophomore year of college, I was reintroduced to Gospel GoGo at an event and have been listening to it ever since. Whenever I was a little home sick, or in need of encouragement, I would blast it through my headphones or my little black Bose speaker.

There was a spacesuit behind my desk.

4.Opportunities

Being so close to the nation’s capital provides many unique learning, employment and general experiential opportunities. I remember visiting the White House in preschool, walking the steps of the monument in elementary school and interning at the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum in college. Sure, you can travel here and receive those same opportunities, but I think it’s really cool and convenient to live so close. Those are just a few of the opportunities and experiences that I’ve been blessed to enjoy. There’s many more I could name, but even with those on my list, there’s still a lot of places I haven’t been that I would like to explore in the near future.

5. Social Justice Events/Marches/Notable Figures

In the same light, there were also plenty of opportunities to participate in social justice oriented events such as marches and rallies. One of my greatest memories is being pulled out of school early in 5th grade to participate in an annual Black Rights Awareness march and rally and walking alongside several notable and everyday African Americans who were concerned about their communities. That stuck with me, and helped shape how I view myself and the world.

If you look very closely you can see Stevie Wonder.

Another great event was Dr. King Day during the era of Former President Obama, the first black president. As you can imagine, and probably remember, that was a very significant and special time in history. My mom and I went out to do community service that day and several celebrities of all kinds were in town. I feel like I’m mixing up two different days now, but that’s okay. If I am, they were around the same time. I remember ending either that day, or another day, singing Happy Birthday, Ribbon in the Sky or both along with Stevie Wonder, behind a few hundred other people.

6. Proximity

Okay, I’m going to say this, and don’t get mad, but the DMV has experienced tremendous geographic growth over the last few years, and no the earth didn’t expand. Butttt, I’ve seen a lot of hardcore arguments on social media and I don’t want to incite anything, so I’m going to leave that alone (shade). But, on a serious note, it’s cool to be so close to D.C., Northern Virginia and Maryland. I think it was originally called the DMV because all of D.C., some parts of Maryland and Northern Virginia are all connected. That was the little area that people referred to as the DMV, I thought. But if you’re from either of the two states or D.C., today, you most likely consider yourself a part of the DMV, and I’m all for unity and local pride, so hello everyone out there with those three letters in your Twitter bio.

Here is a beautiful view of "that hill" from my old dorm.

7. Weather

So it’s true what they say. We get all four seasons here and at anytime, any one of those seasons can be very dramatic. Sometimes we get blizzards. Some of my favorite were the blizzard of 2010 where we got two weeks off of school. (If you don’t remember that you’re too young.) And, there was a big one my freshman year of college where we got a little over a week off. I lived in a huge dorm with a big hill in front of it. I remember hearing buzz about people sneaking trays out of the cafeteria to use as sleds, then looking out of my window watching people risk their lives and slide prostrate down the hill on a tray that I had probably used to carry a piece of pizza on a few weeks earlier. Sometimes we get severe storms. Every once in a while there is a very small tornado touch down. I remember one major hurricane and a “derecho” that was a pretty big deal. We get small Earth quakes every once in a while too, and no, I didn’t feel that last one. I was on the metro.

8. People

Finally, what’s any experience without good people? I appreciate and admire you the people of the DMV. We’re kind of like a mix between busy, straightforward New Yorkers, and deep Southerners, but not as nice (even though we’re technically considered the South, nobody here considers themselves a Southerner, except maybe some deep VA, eastern MD people). What I’m really trying to say is that you guys are alright.

Stay tuned for a surprise at the end of this series!

9 But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;

~1Peter 2:9

Here's one of my fav Gogo songs:

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