As we approach Father’s Day, I feel the weight and warmth of memory.

This time of year is layered for me.
My father passed when I was nine.
June brings the holiday.
July holds his birthday.
And August marks his transition.

Each month asks something different of me — to grieve, to remember, to reflect, and to heal.

So this week, I’m moving slowly and intentionally. I’m choosing to honor the Black men who have poured into our lives — whether they were fathers, stepfathers, uncles, teachers, mentors, or friends.

Because provision doesn’t always come in a biological package.
Sometimes it comes in quiet wisdom.
Sometimes it looks like presence, protection, or showing up when no one else did.

And while we’re telling the truth — we must remember:

When a Black man steps outside his home, he steps into a world that too often labels him as a threat.
Public enemy number one.

And I believe, now more than ever, it is our divine calling as Black women to undergird, protect, love, and bring peace to our Black men — even as they’re learning how to be, how to feel, how to lead, and how to heal.

This is not about ignoring pain or avoiding accountability.
This is about restoration.
About returning our men to their rightful place — as protectors, providers, sacred partners, and sons of God.

So join me.

• As I honor them.
• As I love them.
• As I hand clap for them.
• As I forgive them.
• And as I ask Spirit to give me the vision to see them clearly — so I can love them deeply and support them righteously.

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Now, with this heart posture, we enter Week 3’s offering…
A meditation on fire, fatherhood, provision, and the sacred masculine in all its forms.