• Life Lessons

    Accepting the Voice

    The voice. What a phenomenal instrument we as human beings carry.  When researched, the Merriam- Webster dictionary highlights various meanings, but one that stands out to me is: The voice is an expiration of air with vocal cords drawn close so as to vibrate audibly. Although we are blessed with this unique source of sound, at times it can be hard to use, find, receive and accept. With Christmas only a few hours away, I can only imagine how Mary was feeling around this time as she prepared to conceive the Son of God. After hearing word from the angel Gabriel that she would give birth to him, instead of…

  • Guest Bloggers

    What’s in Your Hands?

    It’s wonderful how GOD speaks to us in the simplest ways and get our attention to move with HIM. We sometimes get frustrated in our situation and ask (beg) how long must we endure and when are things gonna change? We look up (as if God is in the ceiling) to say please change my situation. In one of my times of desperation,I cried out to God and He answered. Not in an audible voice but in a message. This message did not come from the depth of my heart but one that I heard and will share with you. The Message: God is always with you. You are not…

  • True Life Tuesday

    A Sprinkle of Hope

    Have you had your coming to Jesus moment yet? You know the time you decide you’re going to be “real” with God forreal forreal? Although you’ve already given your life to God by repeating the sinner’s prayer, you feel this sudden nudge in your body to announce to God you’re serious this time.  If you have, no worries—we all have… it’s just something we don’t always admit. Well I’ll be one to say it is okay, however don’t be shocked when you find yourself standing in the prayer line once again. How can you be so sure, you might ask? We’ll I’ve been there, done that and I was seeking…

  • Life Lessons

    Come Out of Hiding

    Airplane flights have a supernatural effect on me. When high in the sky, away from the horrific sounds of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks, I feel in tune with God. As if we are having a one-on-one in-depth conversation. However, when I exit the plane, that once vivid feeling of connectivity is gone and I feel  further away from my Father. My spirit urges to connect back with the Spirit of the Holy One that was there moments ago, however, my body and soul is interested in examining what is around me physically. After a few tugs and words of deception, the flesh wins this round. Although my spirit is…