I heard the Lord whisper to me “There is Purity after Sexual abuse”. The words sparked me because I never thought I would be able to see myself as pure with such a dirty and dark past. Continue reading
At the age of 14, I could pretty much name every self-help book out there. Its fair to say since I was younger I’ve been trying to fix myself. The mirror has always reflected brokenness to me. If you would have ask me if I could have anything in the world what would it be ?I would have blurted out FREEDOM. Continue reading
Great Post to read about pruning 🙂
The other day I came home and my 2 little girls were playing in the TV/Family room. I love to come home and play with them after a long day of work. my oldest daughter tells me “mommy I wanna go out” she loves going outside to the backyard, especially now that she has sophia or pia as she tends to call her (her little sister) I didn’t hesitate much and outside I went with them. As I approach my backyard which by the way I haven’t been out there much this spring/summer I see my rose-bush, now I know that my bush had been infected and it had a lot of bad dead branches. I never pruned the bush in the fall to allow the branches to breathe well and do whatever it is that needs to do during the cold months in NYC. SO anyway I of course turned…
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I think this post has to be one of my rawest posts thus far. I have cried, prayed, got mad and became extremely transparent and vulnerable about my battle with rejection. This post is about the confession of a needy friend. I didn’t know I was that person until God begin to take me through a process
At the end of the day when everything fades away your left to see the problem wasn’t anyone or anything but everything inside. The battles you fought and thought you won weren’t won they were just covered with distractions and tasks. All that busyness didn’t even count to the lord it was all for the flesh and those around you. For others to think your the best when in reality your life is a mess. This false identity you wear is like an extra layer of makeup with concealer hiding every impurity with a hint of pink blush or should I just say deception.
My two-year-old niece began learning the word “NO” and using it firmly. They say practice makes perfect well, my niece has a full understanding of the word and the different styles of using it. As I watch her march around the house using her new favorite word I began the journey of finding ” NO” myself. She challenged me to begin to evaluate my life Continue reading
I didn’t plan on staying late for work, but it happened. This left me running to the bus out of breath like a crazy girl, I found a seat looked up and there he was.