From June, 2017

My Grandmother’s Weakness

I stood before the mirror and took a deep look at myself. I noticed the black circles forming under my eyes. The “way back” forehead that made me the brunt of many jokes as a child. The defined cheek bones that run deeply in my roots. The beautifully darkened skin that speaks of my strength and dignity. “I look like my grandmother,” I thought. Our resemblance is uncanny. Throughout life people often times thought I was her daughter. My resemblance of her doesn’t take a halt at my face and bone structure. Our resemblance lies within our character. She was…

In the Silence…

Mark 15:5 But, Jesus said nothing, much to Pilates surprise. Jesus was under arrest. He boldly declares His deity when Pilate asked if He was the King of the Jews, but remained silent when His character was questioned. When the people questioned His actions, He was silent and calm. All to often, I find myself standing before Pilate. The “Pilates” of this world are humans who so want to see the truth, yet ignore the truth that stands before them. Pilate had the Truth in his presence and could not see it. Pilate questioned the authenticity of Christ because of…

Beauty For Ashes

I had rough year last year. Like some people, I was thrilled at midnight of December 31, 2016. The year was over. I wished away the sadness of that year as the clock struck 12! We all know that wishing away anything doesn’t work, nevertheless I tried. It was a year full of sad surprises that took my heart by storm. It was a year that forced me to take a painful look at my life and to accept the realities therein. The year was full of heart wrenching confessions from those I love, backstabbing from those I had helped the…

Do You SOAP?

I found these cute journals at Sams Club a few weeks ago. They are simply pleasant. I needed something to get my girls excited about spending time in God’s word. It’s time for them to develop their own walks with Christ and to know Him for themselves. So, when I saw the journals on sale, I knew exactly what to do! A fellow pastor’s wife that I highly respect led me to SOAP while she visited HOPE Mountain. She was preparing for her women’s group and I asked for advice in leading my groups of ladies. She directed me to…

Coffee and Memories

Its 2 o’clock in the afternoon. The hammocks swing in the breeze and a small group of ladies lay around the pool. The gentle hum of the washing machine assures me that I’m not behind with my laundry. The guys just ran off to work on the land. I can slightly hear the wavering cry of the goats from a distance. Birds chirp and the river softly flows. This feels like a perfect moment to have a cup of coffee. I confess. I’m an addict. I am addicted to coffee.  I’m not sure if its the robust taste. I think…

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A Mountain of HOPE

There is a sensation that accompanies me while on HOPE Mountain. A feeling that embodies peace and tranquility in my soul. It’s an escape from the despair that resides outside my iron gate. A vacation of sorts from the turmoil that invades the city. It takes me away from my reality, from a place of…