It’s been 21 years since my father passed away yet I felt from the time I was born I never knew him. I had his initials and his last name but not his heart nor his attention. Truth is: I have always wanted to be a Daddy’s girl. This has been a very sore spot in my heart that I have tried to suppress it for such a long time until now because it’s been on my mind since last night. I am furious and saddened but I must first acknowledge it before I let it go. Read more
God is a grace giver. Yet we find it oh so hard to receive this grace. Not because of Him but because of us. Our ego, broken hearts, disbelief, shame, failures, guilt, rejection, self-hatred, inhibit us from truly receiving this divine gift of grace that chases and outruns us. Read more
God has always had His special way of getting my attention when He desires it and this year, I must say, is no different. It seems like we started the year playing hide and seek. Let me explain… Read more
For the past few weeks, I have seen this verse posted multiple times in my news feed by some well meaning people in response to what is happening around the world:
“Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land.” – 2 Chronicles 7:14
The Truth is – if our motives were to be exposed before this scripture, what is implied is this: ‘‘Ya’ll Need to Repent. America needs to repent. Folks need to repent. We need to repent.” But very rarely do we mean – “I need to repent.” We hide under the cloak of collectivism and plurals when God wants to deal with us as individuals. We deflect blame to another and become defensive when we are offended. You see, we are all responsible for the ills that we face because we have failed to take the time to deal with the “I”.
Systems are broken because they have been developed by broken people. Yes…You are I are those broken people. Broken people mess up consistently.
It is so easy to miss the blind spot in our lives while focusing on the wrongs in another. I understand that repentance takes vulnerability, transparency, and humility and it is downright hard. It is admitting that ‘I am wrong’ and seeking to choose another way– a better way, God’s way! It is only when we deal with “I” that the “We” and the “Ya’ll” can be forgiven. I need to repent daily because I have been wrong daily.
‘If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.’ – 1 Corinthians 13: 1-3Read more
Love is releasing what is good for God’s best. It is believing no plan you have concocted for you and those you love is superior to His ways. It is reminding your soul to constantly put your hope in Jesus even when you heart is truly aching. It is the ability to grasp onto to Joy for strength when all you want to do is curl up in the fetal position and cry your eyes out. I knew this day would come, I hoped it would be 20 more years from now.
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.
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
I am sure that today many of you are in the throes of Christmas preparations. The tantalizing aromas coming from your oven can be smelled all over your kitchen. Your legs are falling asleep as you count the sporadic road signs on your way to grandma’s house. The kids keep asking when Santa is going to arrive and their excitement level is on 100. You make a promise to yourself that you are not going to go all out like you did this year. Well, I give you full permission to take a moment to relax and indulge yourself in some reading pleasure as I share with you my favorite Christmas poem.