Some say it is not an option. But I believe it is. It is the foundation of success. It is the building block of our future. It is stepping stones to greatness. If we failed. Then we tried. Risk getting up again. And trying again. Until you get. To where you want. To be. […]
We wait. For a land that seems distant. But the promise is already here. In our hearts. If we believe!
I have come. To the river many times. Expecting. To open. The doors of my heart. The river. Has been waiting. For the corridors. Of my heart to respond. To the arrhythmia. Of life. Like a groom. Waiting for his bride. The river. Awaits my invitation.
Do I have the capacity? To love. To travel the unknown. To speak truth. To write. Yes. I was designed for this. Created. To hold the fullness of Him. My blueprint. Dialed in my DNA. I have the capacity. To just be!
College. Career. Marriage. House. 2.5 Kids. Family Vacations. The American Dream. But is it my dream? No wonder. I am empty. I have been chasing. After someone else’s story. My dreams. Have been shattered. Buried. Underneath yours.
Brown Skin. Why does it offend some? From birth. To now. Why has my skin been shaped in iniquity? My skin. Is not sin! It is colour. That paints a portrait. Of a beautiful people. Peculiar. But Human. Kissed. With melanin. A hue. That shapes the world.
The fire of His love. Burns away the past. I am still holding on. He is waiting for my ashes. To give me beauty. It is in the ashes. That lies my history. I am afraid. To let go. To begin. A new beginning. Change is hard. It takes courage. To leave the ashes behind. […]