Cascading Laughter

I laughed. As the tears threatened to flee my eyes. I blinked them away because strong people don’t cry. To hide my insecurities, To cover up my self uncertainty, I laughed. Masked by a sense of humor, I hastened to the punchline, As the tears threatened to flee my eyes. By and by a release…

The Cult of Followers

I haven’t been writing as steadily on my blog as of late. While I could (and have) used the excuse that I “don’t feel led“, the truth is I have recently fallen victim to the social media era in which we currently live. We pretend that our blogs, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat accounts are for…

27 Years Begins My Origin

Discover Challenge: Origin Story A few days short of 20 weeks pregnant, my husband rushes me to the hospital. I trapse between the emergency department and labor and delivery, each trying to pass the responsibility to the other. My condition a nuisance and an inconvenience to them. When I’m finally accepted into the ER, an…

Muhammad Ali

One Word Prompt: Smooth Remember him not as poetry made manifest in a boxing ring. Remember him not for the graceful flutter of butterfly wings while simultaneously landing punches with his words, the pain of a bee sting. Muhammad Ali was as smooth as he was aggressive. His fights like the sweet taste of butter…

Geographical Power

The week before Memorial Day, I travelled to Myrtle Beach, in the southern part of the states  (for those of you unfamiliar). I had high hopes of relaxation, reading, the ultimate repose; however, my hopes  were soon discovered to be fiction when  I was met with an experience that left me only with my plans’ contradiction….

iWrite

I write for the missed opportunity, the times I refrained from exercising my ability to speak freely. I write because nobody listens. I write because it gives me a voice which is not filtered through anyone’s perception but merely through my own choice. I write because I’m free  to think, to live,  to love, to…

Identity Crisis

I’m troubled today. I’m troubled because I am constantly confronted by the identity crisis that plagues the church. It wraps around the neck and mind of the Believer and chokes out their purpose. Who are you? Who is God? Who is He to you? If, when you ponder these questions, your responses center around your…

Back to You

I’m not waiting for validation that may never come From a stranger I may never meet. My circumstances may lead me down a certain path But they certainly don’t define my identity. I’m not waiting to be noticed By a crowd whose praise swiftly turns to ridicule. Everything I am, everything I could be, You…

The Light of Midnight

In my darkest hour I looked about for God I found tears In my darkest hour I looked about for God I found fear In my darkest hour I looked within for God Within He was  In my darkest hour He dwelled in the place I hadn’t sought In my darkest hour I think God’s…

Vantage Point

From whose vantage point do you view yourself and your life? I was skimming my followed sites, and I stopped at a post at Beauty Beyond Bones, a fabulous blog about a young woman’s journey of deliverance from anorexia. She wrote about the same thing I had been reflecting on in deepening the wound. We focus too…

Deepening the Wound

Have you ever thought you were healed only for something to be said or done that brings an emotion, one you can’t even quite name, rushing back to you as if the levees of your feelings opened only to meet with your capacity to feel? I have talked to God openly an honestly about my…