I know most of you reading this is curious to know what this blog post is all about, and what I’m crying about now. Well, today marks two years since I lost my dad. Yep… it’s one of those posts. The sad and sympathetic one. The one people probably tired of reading. I’ll admit, I’m […]Read More Two Year Anniversary
“To honor God is a privilege. Yet, we still find ourselves battling with this right. To know righteousness in the midst of our sin Oh—why does sin feels so good Temporal satisfactions. Momentary indulgences. Sweet whispers of deceit forcing its bliss to taste so good To know ourselves is an advantage Yet, we blame ourselves […]Read More Privileged Reality
“Sweet sympathy i need your time Sweet sympathy give me sight Awake in me— borrowed eyes Awake in me— desperate lines Be thy comfort keep me alive Be thy comfort tell me a lie Oh— sweet sympathy where should I hide Oh— sweet sympathy keep me inside”Read More Sweet Sympathy
It’s a NEW YEAR, it’s a NEW WAVE. I am sure most people are ready to begin this year off thinking that they have everything ready for a supernatural reset. From one night to another, everything has changed. Well… we know that’s not really the case, but the world seems to run with this concept […]Read More 2019 Wave – Grab Ya Boards.
It has been a long time since I have decided to sit down and write a blog. Not much has happened since my last blog post, but I can honestly say that I miss the liberty of decluttering my brain over time. This weekend I received a random text from one of my dear sisters […]Read More When Community Meets Purpose
Crazy Pen is a series where I will use my creative license to write freely and creatively on random topics. With this series, rules don’t apply. Enjoy my Freedom. ISSA SEASON Have you ever been in a season in your life where you feel like nothing can go right? Do you understand what I mean? […]Read More Crazy Pen: Issa Season
When life seems to pull open crane doors, and shower down pounds of despair I will reach with ache, and grab on to hope When life seems to push me into revolving doors, and cause stumbling misdirection I will gaze upon still waters, where there is no rafting When life seems to pack me into […]Read More Fight, Oh My Soul.