I am Christian who believes in Magic

I posted a really fantastic photo of my little gymnast on her Instagram account, and one of the many hashtags I chose to cluster beneath it was #BlackGirlMagic.

Everyone knows that I love Jesus and that I am pretty consistent in following what the Bible commands of me, to the best of my ability. But, I was a bit bewildered when someone replied, speaking directly to my little girl, who often reads the comments beneath the photos on her Instagram account for encouragement and support.

The comment read, “#BLACKGIRLSROCK but we don’t believe in magic!”

I thought, “Well someone doesn’t really get the metaphoric meaning behind the #BlackGirlMagic movement or maybe it’s just me!”

Of course, as a Christian I don’t want anything to do with witchcraft, healing crystals and Magic 8 Balls for that matter! Nor do I subscribe to horoscopes anymore. I teach my little girl to love every ounce of her being and that her confidence is in the God in her, NOT some super power that ONLY Black girls possess!


Not to create a divide between our little girls or to incite the race war that we never thought we’d see in our country again!  As a writer and educator I take the use of words very literally! I use to read the dictionary for sport! The word magic has more than one definition and lets be clear, Black girls don’t or shouldn’t think they have power to influence anyone or events by using mysterious forces!

The color of our skin and conditions in our country seem to have made the term minority synonymous with African American for many years (we can revisit the dynamics of the term minority in 2025 when the US Census predicts for that trend to shift).  It’s a fact that even my 9 year old niece picked up on as she cheered on her cousin at a gymnastics competition; citing that my daughter, who goes by Little Gymnast A was the only brown girl competing that day. She asked, “Auntie why?”

So yes, she’s magic!

She has a quality that makes her seemed removed from the everyday lives of her counterparts.  Effortlessly, she causes eyes to be on her, simply by being. At the first meet of the season, a lady came up to us and said, “I looked for her every time she got on the floor (I am sure she was easy to spot being the only brown girl competing), balance beam and uneven bars! There’s something about her; I couldn’t get enough of watching her!”

My little girl giggled and humbly said, “Thank you!” After the kind lady walked away, I whispered, “See, the God in you shines!”

Magic, something that has a quality that seems removed from everyday life, especially in a way that gives delight!

Mainstream media sometimes makes a brilliantly, gifted African American woman seem mythical; as if a once in a blue moon type of occurrence. I am thankful for the recent gymnastics “SHE-ros”, Simone Biles and Gabby Douglas. My little girl found these gymnast and began to research them on her own; so in her eyes, a girl like her competing in this arena is typical.

I can’t ignore the fact that we live in a world where a few people don’t like her or see her as NOT enough, simply because she’s African American. There maybe a time that she will encounter such foolishness, especially with the most recent hateful white supremacist rallies being so widely publicized.  I watched several American’s equate hateful words and descriptions with being African American. I watched some American families profess that people who look like her, even children her age, should be exterminated.  So yes, I do think there’s a need to for me to encourage and build  her up and reference her skin color from time to time.


On our way to gymnastics training 4 years ago after hearing a brief news story about recent protest and brutality against African Americans this sentence rang from the backseat of the car, “Mommy I don’t want to be Black anymore!” I was heartbroken because she was heartbroken!

There was such hate and turmoil surrounding the color of her skin in the moments that we found ourselves in at the time. So, I see it as a necessity to remind her that she is beautiful and that her dark brown skin is cause to feel like the magical princesses she identifies with.

Mommy wants her to know that yes, you are black and yes you are beautiful and what makes you magical is the fact that you are wonderful and exciting even when some people don’t think “your type” are capable of such.

When she runs off the floor with medals jingling from her neck, I think, Black Girl Magic because her execution is remarkable and effective. The acceleration of her accomplishments blow my mind. Not comparing her to anyone else; just instilling confidence and a love in the fact that she will always be brown and that there’s an undying self love that she should experience in the skin that she is in.

So to some, she is magic. She’s the unexpected greatness; that pop of color that always brings a magical experience to each moment she’s a part of.

We will forever give God the Glory. He knew her before she was formed in my womb. That in itself is magical. No Hocus Pocus, still magical.

Black girls are magic because we continue to break barriers and show up in places where we were never expected to be.

Black girls are magic because some think we should shrink and hide but, we manage to shine when some think our God given lights should be dimmer because our skin is darker.

Black girls are magic because we create wonder and bring excitement in arenas we weren’t allowed to show up in about 60 years ago.

Black girls are magic because we are capable of producing results even when the odds have been stacked against us in some instances.

Black girls are magic even when some tried to remove our existence from the great moments in history we still manage to make an appearance.

Black girls are magic because we are capable of moving, changing and creating moments that shift the perspectives of who we truly are overnight. Let’s not continue to deny that perspectives about who we are, still need to be shifted even in 2017!

I am a Christian who believes Black girls are magic. #NoHocusPocus

To God be the Glory! We shine too!


Prayer for our girls:

Dear Heavenly Father, 

I pray that as our children grow Lord, that they will always look to you for their identity. Father I asked that you remind our girls that you knew them before they were formed in their mother’s womb and that they are made in your image. I thank you for winning our battles and handing us the victory over everything and person that tries to come against your children. Thank you for loving them in such a way that we can not fathom nor begin to completely understand. Father, I pray that when the world tries to bruise them or chip their “crowns” that they will always come to you for healing and recovery of what seems as if it were stolen. I ask that you heal the hurt that discrimination may have already caused in some of our girls. I pray that they always come to you to fulfill their heart’s desires Lord, God! I ask that if we lack wisdom and understanding in any area, Father that you would discipline us quickly with such love that only you can give. Show us how to speak life into our girls. Give us witty inventions and strategies to continue to hone their gifts and talents for your your glory! 


In Jesus name I pray,



Sherrie Wilkins is a published author & devoted educator who believes that God designed each one of us uniquely and in His image! It just takes some longer than others to realize that fact. Order your copy of Selah, Stop & Think today and be challenged to think outside of the realms of your daily life. Write on the pages of your Selah, Stop & Think journal until your heart is content.

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