I have been blessed to have found an outlet for the current of life, in my friendships. These women have adopted me into their hearts and named me their sister. They say the word so effortlessly and fill it with a grace that smooths out my broken edges and difficult ways. They have been the very sponges to polish my jarring weaknesses. They have been God’s hands to uphold me in the midst of trauma, loss, heartbreak, and pain.
We are whole. We do not bleed from childhood brokenness and trauma that traveled with us into the season of adulthood. They were halted at the onset of puberty. Or better yet, at the creation in the womb.
Is it better to wait knowingly, when it’s hard and the anxiety and uncertainty of the future is your companion, but the fruit of the waiting is that your desire is adequately fulfilled in the very best possible way?
Being an only child has its pluses and minuses. Plus: You learn to play on your own. Minus: You usually hate to share. Plus: You usually have your physical needs met. Minus: You can be (maybe a little 🤣) spoiled/self centered. Plus: You have a strong sense of self. Minus: You can be stubborn/bossy. (And… Continue reading Like Father, Like Daughter
I was standing near her grave feeling a little awkward because he was standing there too. Never could you have told me we would be in this position (on speaking terms, let alone at her grave). I had come there a little early with a friend so I could have alone time to think about… Continue reading New Beginnings: Miracles In the Mundane
I’m in Arizona right now visiting friends. The same friend I was maid of honor to just last year. The same friend who has relentlessly pursued me in the course of my grief and devastation. When I learned my mom passed away she flew in from Haiti within days. 1,633 miles. She was on a… Continue reading The Beautiful Challenge
Today is my 36th birthday. When I look back on my life journey these 35 years (and 1 day) I have lots of thoughts and feelings. I am in awe of how the Father manifested Himself to me as a 19-year-old. Even though I believed since I was a child, it wasn’t until college that… Continue reading A Sunny Day
There are memories now. They catch me off guard when they make their way from subconscious to consciousness. From the recesses and dark crevices of my mind. From back then to now as if now were just minutes from then, instead of years. The memories consist of her and I, always alone. And though the… Continue reading I Wish That God Would (Just) Say Yes
I can’t believe it’s been a year. More than a year. I have to remember the tingling in my mind. The needles in my brain. Stabbing. Stabbing. Giving me no peace. No rest. No time to be. There was a hand gripping my heart. A very large hand, and I woke up in the middle… Continue reading Overcoming Anxiety (Poem)
Tis the season for transition. For moving. For meeting new people. God is opening my heart. He is opening me like a flower that is blooming. The season is changing. There are lots of prophecies coming forth. Lots of confirming words. Lots of things to look forward to. I share my struggles with my sisters. With my… Continue reading Beginning to Bloom