Welcome. These letters are personal reflections, perspectives, and witness from the depths of my heart on pertinent things along my pilgrimage.
You are welcome to browse upon my heart. As you do, consider that you saunter on holy ground, therefore, tread gently with much grace.
What is the greatest injury someone can commit that ripples infectiously to their core thereafter seeping outward into the lives of others? I propose that unforgiveness is the greatest injury we commit against ourselves and neighbors whose infection ripples to our core, resulting in a world of…
His gaze fixed on her shapely figure emerging like a nymph from the crystal clear pool. He envied, yes even loathed the drops of water on her smooth olive skin; he fantasized about his hot wet mouth drying them off and in their place emerging sweet sweat…
“Keep it secret. Keep it safe.” This strange line from Peter Jackson’s rendition of J.R.R Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings is a favorite of mine. For a long while, I felt silly that I cherished this peculiar poetry until its wisdom unraveled in my meditation on…
Do you like being wrong? Even if you said you do or don’t mind it, the truth is that no one likes being wrong. We are inherently narcissistic, egotistic, and detestably haughty. The mortal danger of this lethal concoction is that it presents itself as an innocent…
Is this you? “…like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.” Maybe it’s just me. But in the splendid event that you can relate to what I am about to share,…
For many days I’ve been laying in this spot in the fetal position. Until a few days ago, I purposely made sure to control the world around me with precision, whatever the means. Now as I lay here I am resembling the least in-control life stage of…
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. Emily Jane Bronte // Wuthering Heights When I encountered Emily Bronte’s words, I initially ascribed them to…
Kingdom Purposed Daughter 