Praxis, a fancy word that means skill. When confronted with the trials of life, we have choice. We have agency. Through Praxis, a weekly blog, Dr. Helms Pickett’s transparency will give you clarity. You will learn tools to engage despite your present circumstances. Praxis offers Biblical application to daily life. Just as the Lord told Moses, “Why are you crying out to me? Tell the Israelites to move on.” (Exodus 14:15) Praxis admonishes you to “move on” and onward to what God has ordained for your life. Start your Monday off with the boost you need without the added caffeine!

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Tracking His Timing

Tracking His Timing

I’m not employed by any GPS navigation company, yet somehow I still believe (or at least attempt) to think that I can track the timing of God. I know, you are thinking, “bless her heart.” Truth is, as crazy as it sounds, I know that I am not in the club by myself. We receive a word of confirmation from…

Ain’t Nobody Coming To See You!

Ain’t Nobody Coming To See You!

One of my favorite movies is the Temptations mini series. It chronicles the narrative of one of the most influential music groups in history. Comprised of many famous “one liners,” one that I find ways to incorporate often in conversation is that of David Ruffin when he utters, “Ain’t nobody coming to see you Otis!” I holler every time. Essentially,…

Find Yourself in Worship

Find Yourself in Worship

Last Sunday a glorious thing happened! My dear friend was ordained as a Minister. I was so excited and blessed to be in the number to witness the public acknowledgement of such an enormous responsibility. I was adorned in a dance garment because I was to minister in dance. As I sat in the sanctuary considering that on more occasions…

God Is My Hod

God Is My Hod

The most curious thing continues to happen. Each time I attempt to type God on my phone or tablet, the autocorrect kicks in and replaces God with Hod. At first it was only a minor inconvenience, but after a while, it become seriously annoying – such to the extent, I paused, reflected and realized that perhaps the Holy Spirit, who…

The King Who Knocked

The King Who Knocked

Anything in the book of Revelation was scary to me as a kid (low key I’m still a little shaken). I am a visual learner, so the imagery in the book was enough to cause me concern. Yet, one verse always gave me comfort. It was Revelation 3:20, ““Look at me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you…

Keep On Living

Keep On Living

The elders would often say, “Keep on living.” I had no clue as to what it meant – actually I had no clue to many of their euphemisms. I failed to understand their meaning, and if I’m honest, I often assumed whatever they said didn’t pertain to me, and was leftover language from the land before time (y’all remember that…

This Heat Right Here

This Heat Right Here

My mother detests heat. She grew up in rural Arkansas, so she’s definitely familiar with it, but seriously miss her when the temps hit high. She has to go inside. Funny enough, I’m quite the opposite. I spend so much time being cold that I appreciate the warmth of outside. I don’t like to necessarily perform activity in the heat,…

Say It Again For the People in the Back!

Say It Again For the People in the Back!

Growing up, I liked sitting in the back of the bus. Sidebar: I know, it’s what Sister Rosa fought against, but the fun happened at the back of the bus, on field trips, on the way to Lindblom (#SWOOP) to pom pon competitions and other events. While sitting in the back provided entertainment, one also missed out on critical information…

Preparing for the Plans

Preparing for the Plans

Have you ever gotten the plans of God confused with the preparation in God? I know, we’re off to a quick start here. But tis true – at least for me. I hear the voice of God providing His syllabus but I skip over the details to seeking the last date of class – missing the assignments, pop quizzes, papers…

Scribble Scrabble

Scribble Scrabble

I am uncertain as to how much handwriting I did prior to COVID, but it appears as though I didn’t do any. Even when others couldn’t understand my “unique” script, I could. I mean, my handwriting was definitely something yet to be desired, but now I cannot even read my own handwriting. It looks like what we used to call,…