I’m here because I’m flawed, I drop the ball, the screw up, and I fail at times. But I’m gifted, beautiful, loved, confident and God has given me the ability to get back up again. Because I have a voice. Because I want to use it for His purpose. So I write. And I speak. And I pour out a little bit to the world hoping it will make a difference in someone’s life. I pray that He will use me and this blog to impact people; that He will let it be a lighthouse.
Sometimes, God moves you like the clouds. Some are moving conspicuously fast, while others seem to not move at all. But no cloud stays in the same place forever. Some clouds move so slowly that you forget about them, assuming that they will be there forever. Stagnant. Useless. But eventually, you look up and the… Continue reading Move Like the Clouds
So I’ve been hearing God talk about “light” for so long now through scriptures, and people and sermons and even His voice on the inside. Finally, yesterday I asked Him, “How?” How do I shine. What does that actually mean? The gist of it is this – making vision possible for others by making your… Continue reading Let Your Light So Shine
What if what you have or who you are is the answer to some’s prayers. What if you are a generation changer? What if the thing (s) you have in your hand was put in your hand specifically for you to make an impact, to be a lighthouse? Yet there you stand waiting for enough… Continue reading You Are Someone’s Lighthouse
I’ve been contemplating the problem with strength. Yes, the problem with strength. Seems silly doesn’t it? How can strength be a problem? How can an asset be issue? Simply put, strength draws and strength reveals. When strong people are bold in their strength, it can rub “weaker” people the wrong way. It can be perceived… Continue reading The Strength Problem: Mountains Don’t Bow
Time and time again I’ve found myself stuffed uncomfortably in to corners that I pray my way out of. Corners of time, “I forgot”, and “I don’t really want to be here”. Corners of self-doubt, frustration, and expecting the worst. I’ve been there more times than I care to recount, but I believe that we… Continue reading The Stuff That Books Are Made Of