Essence

We are changing, No one stays the same. But God does.  He is as Emmanuel now as He was then Sometimes, I am more more aware of Him But it doesn’t change the fact that He never leaves.  He is always there, peering into the room and asking to come in Never forcing open the…

Jar of Clay

From dust to life Your breath made the difference From despair to hope Your love changed everything From lumps of clay to vessel Your hands are molding me I’m a jar of clay Molded by Your hands Revived by Your breath Equipped by Your Spirit Empowered by Your word As I walk in step with…

Happy New Year!

At the end of the day, nobody wants to live a purposeless existence. 2020 was a good year, all things considered. It was challenging with a ton of surprises and unexpected events, but at the end of the day, through the grace and mercy of God we made it!

Consecration

Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy. 1 Peter 1:16 KJV Consecration! What a big word in the days that we live in. The things that used to matter such as family values, no longer do to the society at large. It seems that things are changing faster than we can…

A Nation Bleeds

A nation bleeds  Her people groan Heads bowed Knees aground   Her cries for help are not in vain But she despairs too easily  Forgetting the victories of years gone by   If it was not the Lord who has been on her side? She would have been desolate, and empty Begging for the crumbs…

There is a Country

My heart is heavy as I write this. I have pondered for days on how to respond to what my dear country is going through. What do I write? What do I say? What strategies can I put in place for these precarious times? How can I guard my heart and stay sensitive to the…

Grace

I came to understand that when my body was missing a necessary nutrient, it would crave for sugar,

Wonder

What could be more important than spending time with the One who gave me life?

Prisoner of Hope-A Poem

Who am I that He is mindful of me? Why does my heart drum wildly in His presence? Why do I hope for tomorrow even in the midst of a painful present, And the distant echo of a sour past As though I were a prisoner chained to hope. Why bother to explain something that…