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
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
What you find below is my confession to a bundle of personal practices that have caused many pain and heartache. So here it goes……
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....
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. Colossians 4:6 NIV
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!!!
I posted a video on my Instagram TV that I'd like to share with you. I recognize that it is geared to my Instagram audience. However, I shared a message that I think is valuable for all.
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.
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?
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.