My life is a book in which God daily writes the chapters according to His table of contents. Story after story point to his unending faithfulness. A spiritual journey…trailed to an island off the coast of Venezuela. Born to island parents and dedicated in a small church on the island of Trinidad. Church was my niche and comfort zone. I spent years nuzzled on my mother’s lap drifting into sweet slumber while the minister proclaimed the good news. My peers enlisted me as the vice president of the “pew warming” ministry branding me as the enigma of docile Christianity. Despite my apparent slumber and aversion to the pastor’s monotone voice, God’s word was being firmly rooted into the depths of my heart. One day my life catapulted into a series of events that would forever change my ambitions. Read more
As I sit here in the midst of invoices, I have an urge to speak up. It’s a deep seeded desire to speak up for those who are in the midst of storms in their lives. It’s the need to encourage those who feel like they have no voice. It’s for those who have lost their voices due to daily cries for help. You may be in a storm — the kind where you feel like you only have two choices 1.) let the current from the waves move you to the unknown of your present situation or 2.) sink into the abyss of nothingness – the numb feeling of succumbing to a fate you have tried for so long to avoid but it becomes that menace. You know the parasite that is hard to get rid of.
Where ever you go it seems like problems pursue you. You long for peace from the headache, the heart ache, and the hurt. You long for escape from the broken promises and unmet expectations….from the times you said you would not do it again only to find your self mingled in a toxic cocktail of sin and secrets.
It seems as each year begins, I make decisions to do better, to live better, to be better. My heart and mind are consumed with best practices—you know– the things you “should” be doing. If you are like me, you sit down with pen and paper – Some with the fancy- smancy glitter metallic inks pens while others use a basic No. 2 lead pencil. You devise a plan – be it idealistic or realistic. You are determined to make a change.
BUT I WANT YOU TO STOP
Before we enter 2015 with grandiose plans, let’s take time to look back and evaluate 2014. Read more
Happy New Year! Hope you gals and guys had a wonderful Christmas Season. It’s been over a week since I have taken time to write. While away, my intention was to spend treasured time with family and for so much needed introspection. Both of which were accomplished. The latter went in a direction, I did not expect. More on that later.
Waking early one morning, I unearthed the digital copy of my 2014 goals eager to see what I had accomplished. To my dismay, many of these lofty goals had gone undone. I had plans but failed to complete what I set out to do. I felt a sense of defeat and found myself throwing a mini-pity party where I was the chief celebrant rousing the popular chorus of “Woe is Me.”. In the midst of the ugly face and my pouted lips, God decided to rain on my parade. Read more