October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month! How I wish we didn't need this special time of remembrance and revelation, but we must continue to remind people of the devastation that domestic violence brings into the lives of its victims, a form of Hell that destroys and kills. I wrote this poem in honor of... Continue Reading →
According to the words in the Bible, The womb is where our life callings originate, Before we were formed in our mother’s wombs, God had set us apart and determined our fate. The passion for teaching consumed me early, As young as age eleven or, maybe, I was twelve. I would gather my cousins on... Continue Reading →
My feet were held to the fire, By someone I thought I could trust. When I could no longer bear the pain, I knew my life I needed to adjust. So, I called out to my Creator, Lord, this is not the love I sought. He answered and saved my life, For by His blood... Continue Reading →
Last week was one of the most difficult of my life. I was glad to see Monday come, and that is an anomaly! It started with the death of my best friend on Wednesday, then on Thursday, I happened to check my bank statement, and I saw a discrepancy. Someone had stolen checks that I... Continue Reading →
Dare to hope today. Forget twisted words of doubt. Remember the Cross! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, August 12, 2019: Twisted and Cross.
I am still here, living and breathing, dreaming, packing, healing, and now writing on my blog again! I am excited just to be alive at this moment, watching as my life takes new turns. I am thrilled at how Abba, our heavenly Father is moving in our lives. I have missed writing, but Douglas and... Continue Reading →
Keep your dreams alive. Easy for life to dash them. Believe you can win. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: hope and dash.
I once thought the boogie man was a figment of Mama's imagination. I was scared of every sound at night, huddled in my bed sheets until Morning came with the light that saved me and made me feel safe. But, one day I found out that the boogie man was all too real. Mama had... Continue Reading →
Guilt and shame are like cages, Holding us hostages by their lies, Making us believe we cannot change, No matter how hard we have tried. But, let's look in our mirrors, Forgiving ourselves for past sins. Then the doors of our cages will open, Freeing us to live our best lives again. (277 characters) Written... Continue Reading →