So… I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. During my primary school years – around age 9 or 10, one of the most anticipated events at the end of the school day was the ice cream man. As my mind shifted from the joy of not being the last one to be let out of the classroom (everything was a competition when I was younger … Continue reading Are you having a pity party?
I spent most of my teenage years in rebellion. Against what, I’m not really sure. I still recall being pushed out of the pews by my cousin, I must have been around 10 years old. In good will, she encouraged me to answer the church altar call. But sadly that is all I remember from that memory, I don’t recall any on-going conversations to help … Continue reading Why I started hearing God
Picture this image. A raucous scene, a battlefield, contention on every side. Bodies throw against one another. Who but who will surrender? Who will stand? And there in the midst of it all, one stands, a solace surrounding him. In the chaos, the quiet abides with him. Soon they notice, the tranquil site on the battlefield. He holds a sword, but this will not stop them … Continue reading The Armour of God