My #Evolution is beginning to make sense

I attended a retreat this weekend. God prepared my heart in the weeks and days before, laying waste to my pride, casting out both my plans and my expectations, tilling the soil. I awoke that morning, expecting. These words bubbled up, remembered wisdom. Have you ever heard the sun come out in the morning? Did …

My censored prayers

I find myself so frustrated by the dearth of Grace practice by so-called Christians, that I'm inclined to profess my humanity on the regular. We are forgiven y'all, not perfect. (and you wonder why I wanna cuss?)

yes. I know it’s 2018. I’ve moved on, but I’m still a little salty…

I'm probably begging for trouble, but as I often tell friends, I'd have to borrow an F to give one. I am making my declaration. I may very well be "ghost" on social media tomorrow, the 2018 celebration of the life and legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It's been a week, and …

In a Sunday sermon, I heard the following… “When we turn to God, we are made whole.”

That's when I understood. This part of my life is now complete. I am evolved, and I am not alone. I am emboldened by the tribe that surrounds me. My OneWord did not choose me, it birthed me.