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My great love

Deuteronomy‬ 5:9‬ ‭ says “….for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God….” Growing up in Sunday school I heard this often. But it wasn’t until recently that I understood it. You see, my entire life revolved around spirituality. Some people call it intuition. I call it the Holy Spirit! Since I was a kid, the Lord has been watching over me. I’ve been very aware of his presence. Unfortunately, I can’t count how many times I’ve rejected his love and counsel, but like a good shepherd he always comes back for me. Searching to find his lost little sheep. That’s the God I want to devote my life to. For as long as I can remember, I’ve known I was born to be in ministry! I had no idea what that would look like for someone like me. Heck, I still don’t know!! Sometimes I wonder if the Lord just has the most hilarious sense of humor. Because, I’m gonna be completely honest with you, Nissi Salazar is the farthest thing from perfect! In fact, allow me to tell you a little bit abo...
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Concussion

The easiest part about having a concussion is getting a concussion. 2 AM, half awake, I reluctantly called out to my mom.  Half asleep herself,she settled me on the ivory throne to do my business. A few minutes later, I told her I was done. “OK,”she yelled from the other room. Hearing footsteps, I assumed she was in front of me. With my eyes still closed, I leaned forward, thinking she was standing there to catch me. She wasn’t! Instead of landing on mom like I do every single day of my life, I became one with the floor, the tub, and the wall. The shock jolted me more than the actual impact. For several seconds, I tried to make my mind understand what just happened. When I finally realized, I began to frantically laugh and cry. My mom sprang into action, feeling around my body making sure nothing was broken. Satisfied, she picked me up and carried me to bed. “Mama,...my head...my head.” Without missing a beat, she placed an ice pack on my head. I fell asleep to my mom ...
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My Momma, The OX

A few years ago I had a wonderful opportunity to hear the story of my birth from my auntie Chloe. A story I’ve been told countless times by my mom and dad. But you see, I was born at home with the help of my mom's midwife, Auntie Chloe. So, my aunt’s perspective was just remarkable to me. As I’m writing this, it makes me smile remembering how animated my aunt was explaining the different positions my mom assumed preparing for the arrival of her baby(s). I absolutely loved hearing my lively Jamaican Auntie Chloe explain how my beautiful sister and I came into this world. But something stood out as my aunt unraveled  the story. She said that no matter what happened my mom didn’t scream, even though my mom didn’t have any pain medicine, she refused to give in to the pain. She refused to let it control her. Why am I not surprised by this revelation...of course my mom didn’t cry! She’s my mom! She’s an ox. At least, that’s what she’s called herself my whole life. She’s raised...
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Yosemite!!!!

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Tired, cold and hormonal! A very bad combination. I could tell my sisters and mom were getting tired of my bad behavior. You know that saying, “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Well, I was biting - and hard! I had only slept for about 45 minutes the night before we arrived in California. Not to mention, I almost fell out of bed many times in our hotel room the following night. To say I was upset that my sisters were going to go climb these wonderful mountains while I was stuck in the valley (Yosemite Village) with my mom would be pretty accurate. I’m a firm believer in having a positive attitude. Bad behavior is a choice. And I was making all the wrong choices, driving up to Yosemite National Park . From the very beginning, my sister adamantly reminded me that she wanted to go climb the mountains. “Is that OK with you?” she asked. Like a dummy I kept saying, “Yeah. Sure. No problem,”  when clearly that was a lie. I wanted to be so selfish and for some ...
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