If I can be honest, I struggled writing this week’s Sunday Sermon. I struggled because I kept trying to make something work that just wasn’t working. I worked it and reworked it and almost posted it but felt like it lacked integrity to share something inauthentic. So I came back to the drawing board and … Continue reading Rest: A Sunday Sermon
A few years ago I decided to take my first solo trip. I wanted to go to the beach, for three days, alone. I told my husband I was going, booked my place on the beach, and started packing. My husband and I weren’t on the best of terms but I took his shrug and … Continue reading Stalling: A Sunday Sermon
The sun, the moon, the stars, and the air, were all here. Always here. they came here like us; unknowingly. We have theories and thoughts that pertain to how and why but time, time knows no bounds and neither should we. We know not why we’re here. We just know, we are here. We’re here. … Continue reading To Be Beauty: A Sunday Sermon
For a while now, I’ve been wanting to use my gift of spiritual connection for good. I’ve been wanting to share my heart and whatever I feel God is saying. I’ve been wanting to give of myself in new ways. If you identify and it resonates, Amen - if not, maybe next time? So here … Continue reading Choose: A Sunday Sermon.
I am a writer. There is venom behind my pen. Courage within my words, I Inflict poison into mindsets of old degenerates seeking to create missiles with our pain. I am a writer. My speech and my cure are one in in the same. My mind goes on plane trips to grant the absolve. … Continue reading I Am A Writer.
I woke from two, strange, heavy dreams this morning. In one, I was sidetracked by a friend in need and never found my car after hours and hours of search. The second, I had several people in my house - all of them from middle and high school. People I've known for twenty years. I … Continue reading All The Bright Places Are Within.
At the Helm Of Resistance, Is Change. We grew up together. Me, young, blinded by love and quite conquered by failures of the past. You were ambitious. Following a year of triumph, you slowed down a bit. All the way down. You led me here. We manifested destiny together. Attended conferences filled with old Christians … Continue reading A Letter to 2019
It's been a month since I’ve worn makeup. Mostly because I left my makeup bag at my parents house and the 45 minute drive just hasn't felt worth it. I did my hair at 2am, tweezed my eyebrows in between blogs and put on 99cent lip gloss. I have bumps on my face because I … Continue reading Pretty Face.
Getting older is scary. Not because we’re closer to old age, but because the weight of responsibilities that sit on our shoulders seem to get heavier and heavier with each year. At least that’s how I felt. I felt like getting older meant you needed to know more, be better, do better, have more answers, … Continue reading thirty.
I handed myself a resume the other day. One I thought was really, really good. I was praising myself and giving myself all the accolades. I was stern in my thoughts and abilities. I knew my skills. I knew what I had to offer any job that I came across. And then the next minute, … Continue reading You Are A Good Thing, No Matter What They Say
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