He shepherded me out of a broken career and into the light of the writing-life I was born to live, so of course, many of my best stories were about him.
My Divine Familiar
Sabbath. Warfare. Balance.
Dancing With Myself
You can Try to Bury Power, but it Won’t Stay There.
I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
Broken I Came to the Cross (A Repost, but Still Relevant)
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
Arriving at Myself (a Metaphor for Owning Your Life with Grace, Which may not be for Everyone)
The key to this game of life is loving all of yourself, even as you continually evolve. Yeah, not only am I a grown woman, I am a grown-ass African-descended Queen, beloved of an Omnipotent God.
I’m Over My Stubborn Faith-A Lenten Devotional
I truly wish that I was a more trusting child. Sadly, I am not. I'm going to require a little extra work, but I know You. I fully understand that I am just a moment in Your Eternity, and that You can be patient with me.
Heart’s Desire
..whereas I was asking God to open the door if that was God's Will; God burned the house down, eliminating the door.
Yes, I Saw That. No, I Won’t Forget
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
31 Days of Liminality
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
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