Every morning I woke up and went through the motions, floundering from devotional to devotional. Why? Because that’s what good girls do, right? I read my Bible, searching for something that I could practically apply to my life.  As the years went on, I grew more frustrated with my walk with the Lord. 

I felt like He had left me, which made me even more hurt and sad. I wanted to give up, but I kept trying, hoping I could someone make the Lord not angry at me. Because that must have been why I wasn’t hearing His voice daily.

One day I was scrolling through Instagram and stumbled across a post about something called DGroup. I read about how they have accountability, curriculum, scripture memory and prayer partners. But that seemed to “hardcore” and quite honestly scared me. 

I held the remote in my hand and scrolled through the new releases on Netflix. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and I had just woke up from a nap. I shuffled through the mediocre list of movies until I saw the image of a man with a giant afro standing at a canvas.

The night air was cool against my face as I escaped the hotel. Each step took me further away from the loud laughter and the yellow glow of outdoor tiki bar below the hotel. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coat and widened my stride trying to catch up to my sister and her boyfriend .