Shame is like mold

For years I allowed the shame of my past to rob me of my vitality. I was disappointed with what I had allowed my life to become and unwilling to forgive myself for it. In retrospect I realize I should have sought counsel and accountability. Instead I chose isolation and self-loathing. I stepped back from … Continue reading Shame is like mold

Freedom from the pain of judgment

The good book tells us to stay away from every kind of evil (1 These 5:22). Knowing this, it is important for us to recognize that evil also comes in the form of accusations, judgment, and unforgiveness. Your past may include a multitude of poor decisions and mishaps made on your part. Nevertheless, those were … Continue reading Freedom from the pain of judgment

11 personal sins that I choose to confess and renounce

What you find below is my confession to a bundle of personal practices that have caused many pain and heartache. So here it goes……

Why my 7 hour drive was worth it….

Approximately three years ago, I found myself dragging my soul through the darkest corridor I’ve ever traveled through. It didn’t help that I created this mess myself. Somewhere along the line of trying to navigate life outside of my calling....

It’s my blogiversary!!!

This morning started off like all other mornings. I was prepared to jump right into my regular morning ritual which involves coffee, my gratitude journal, bible reading, and prayer. As a habit, I make sure that each of these is complete before I dive into my daily dose of social media. However, today I drove … Continue reading It’s my blogiversary!!!

The holy hands of a drunk man

It’s not everyday that I find an inebriated man laying his hands on me, and praying over me. Nevertheless, this was the exact situation that I found myself in while on a business trip in Farmington, NM.

Shame, and why I absolutely hate it

All six of them stood before us, that day, all in a row. We all knew what was coming and it wasn’t good. I hated these moments and had witnessed them one-too-many times. I never understood why the congregants allowed this archaic practice to take place.  Were all of them too fearful to stand up and do something about it?

How to create a powerful circle of influence

I found my strength increasing when I surrounded myself with people who inspired me. The strength didn’t come from people doing things for me, but rather from conversation.