Success = Obedience

I couldn’t get ahead in life because well I was trying too hard to get ahead in life. Now that my definition of success is obedience I realize that I am already in the Promised Land. My motives have been purified and I am free to just be. No more laborious toil in vain, no…

Color Me Uninfluenced

From the onset of her morning sickness, my identity was already being shaped The room doused in pink because that’s just how things are done Children are born every minute with very little stake in who they’ll be Wooden blocks of primary colors amid the tiny little fingers So much of our identity is formed…

Absenteeism

I used to ask where were you, but I knew that already Absent, not present, the heartbeat of neglect is steady With each pulse, I’m reminded that I never had a father figure So, with each pulse, I strived to make men gawk at my figure Substituting sex with a stranger to compensate for an…

On The Fence

  I’m at the point in my life where I desire to build lasting relationships with worthy people. Yet, I am on the fence that was made by my shame. I’ve been rejected so many times that the fence is not only cemented in the ground of my heart, it also has barbed wire. Escaping…

Why God?

A friend and I were discussing trusting the Lord when you don’t know why. In fact, she stated that I shouldn’t try to understand why but rather continue to believe if not increase in believing. Some situations in life provoke a knee-jerk reaction of “why God?” Why this divorce, why this trauma, why this financial…

A Command to Rest

Sometimes caregivers get into the habit of feeling that they always have to be “on”. They may be riddled with feeling that if they take a break for one quick moment trouble will ensue. I am one of those kinds of caregivers. We are usually burned out, a tad resentful to be honest, and most…

A Caregivers Confession- Create The Door LLC

The Lord has been dealing with me about creating an organization to support people who are struggling like me. I’m not sure if you know it but my son is severely Autistic. When I was in ministerial training, I had to choose between ministry, employment, and my son. His behavior and symptoms are so extreme…

Cinderella’s Shame

That twelve-year-old dined in the latrine. They bullied her out of the cafeteria, past the principal’s office, all the way to the grimy lavatory. How could a pudgy, intellect overcome such torment? What made her so unworthy? This wasn’t David against Goliath, this was David against Goliath and his three brothers who were just as…