A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
Broken I Came to the Cross (A Repost, but Still Relevant)
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.
31 Days of Liminality
Because I know that God is faithful, that God's love is unyielding, I test it all the time. it takes me forever to submit to uncertainty. I know that God is sovereign, but nothing frightens me more than the notion of taking my hands off the wheel.
31 Days of Liminality
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
31 Days of Liminality
"when you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy."
Once Again I am Breathing through Hot Water
Don’t tell me not to be angry. I’m not accusing anyone of anything, so don’t, as my mama says, “get your butt up on your shoulders.” If it’s not your shame, don’t take it on.
Chelle A Wilson 
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