Today’s rundown… it’s been one mentally engaging one. Before bed, my intention was to make today productive. Well, that definitely was the game plan and it was achieved. Morning coffee and quiet. Woke up tired so I don’t even turn on a tv or anything, only brewed a K-cup and sat at the bar. AfterContinue reading “Rundown”
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Prayer 08-27
It’s in these early mornings where sleep has been a myth and the need for provisions cloud my thinking that I take it to God in prayer. By allowing faith to lead, I make my requests known. These parched lands are seeking overflow. I stand humble and ready for the harvest. Giving thanks in advance
But Why…
John legend says the “world is beating you down”. Each line of that song felt to the core. How do the authentic and humble protect against abusers of truth, love and integrity? How do you breathe when air isn’t valued by those you want to breathe into the most? And where do you find peaceContinue reading “But Why…”
Thank you for another day of life
As I lay here, my heart runs over with love and gratitude. There’s a power greater than me that’s watching over me. Today was another day that God guided me safely, wisely, and lovingly. You know what, everything is going to be all right. I express my gratitude.
My Mic, You’re Off Talks
Just a moment to stand at the mic…. I’m sick and tired of being the recipient of anything other than kindness, love, support, and help. No more of the wayward comments and unmet portions of people not being their best and most positive. And before the “no one is perfect” argument, I understand that andContinue reading “My Mic, You’re Off Talks”
Released and Made New
I give it all to Him. There’s healing, love, and wholeness that only He can provide. Never have I claimed to be flawless, but I’m always giving and doing my best. Released in prayer and praise. May humility continue to lead. May brokenness be healed and made new. May that Glory beam from my heartContinue reading “Released and Made New”
Space between pen and paper
Never underestimate the space between a writer’s pen and the surface of release Usually what’s birthed isn’t your peace but the author’s ability to bleed out, to cry out, to maneuver the internal seasons There’re times when the scenes are stenciled with smiles and celebrations, a logging of an occasion Then there’re clouds that rainContinue reading “Space between pen and paper”
