It wasn’t my own strong arm that gave me the victory,
It was your right hand and a strong arm that gave me the victory.
And the blinding light from your face that helped me for you loved me.
But I couldn’t see that.
Relationships are what really matters in life; our relationship to God, with our spouse, children, extended family members, friends, and others within our communities, yet all too often,
I am ever silent before you; I promise I won’t say a word,
But please stop striking me!
I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
How can I start over again, I’m I not too old? Life might have ridden your boat, you probably have no family of your own, no child, no husband, you feel purposeless. You feel like giving up already; read this before you quit. This is the thought of most people, they are afraid to start again, to start a new…
Brokenness is an absolutely appropriate response to sin. Do you feel broken? Don’t know how to get out of the mess? People have looked at you like you’re crazy? Many have said you’re impatient and don’t fit? Do you feel like no one understands you or where you are coming from? Are you screaming yet no one can hear you?…
If you get jealous and critical, your attitude will trap you right where you are. Learn to celebrate other people’s victories:
There once lived a man in a dense forest. Deep in the forest where no one could reach or hear him. No one knows who he was, and how ended up living there. He did not even remember his name. He never smiled or cried or talked. He strayed in the…
Yes, we’ve got to wake up with our dreams every morning. Understand that we are not supposed to go to bed and forget our dreams. We’re not supposed to tuck our dreams in the pillow when we get up in the morning. We’re not supposed to leave them at home and go fulfil somebody’s else’s dream. We’re not…
What do you when no one is watching? It truly matters and I guarantee you, you’ll be doing it when everyone else is watching. My goal has always been that if there is anyone who can turn things around, change my world, affect lives positively, is ME. If I can get through to doing things that I hate…
This world is anticipating my toll on survival, Fidgeting through new ways to punish me. Why, just ’cause I beg to differ? Just ’cause I was born a different mind? I don’t know. And I’m sorry; sorry that I thought I could change something, anything that is gulping this world down its sore, prickly throat. To make a difference, which…