Thank you Mama Africana for the past 12 years. I would not change it for anything. The girls and mentors have been my life. So many lessons learned, so many memories made, so many smiles imprinted on my heart. I was nervous when I was first asked to be a mentor, but there was something about our girls that sparked joy within me! Their stories, their resiliency, and their smiles are all priceless! Mama Africana has taught me what true sisterhood looks like. While on this journey of empowering little brown girls, I also learned to love myself and to trust Jesus more and more. I will miss my girls and the mentors, but we are a family and that makes this transition a little sweeter. I have faith that our girls will be successful and will know that they are seen and loved because He first loved us. I pray that Psalms 139 continues to play and replay in the hearts of past, present and future girls and mentors of Mama Africana. Thank you for loving me.
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book, before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts,God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would out number the grains of sand when I awake, I am still with you.