Do you ever notice that anytime you step out in public looking disheveled, you will run into every single person you know? It seems to almost be a proven fact – at least that is what I am going with. During one of my frequent trips to Target, I thought I saw an old friend in the parking lot as I began to walk inside. Before I could make out whether or not it was her, I quickly diverted eye contact by pulling out my phone so that I would not be noticed. My hair was dirty and a
“I don’t want to strive for your love anymore God.
I am so sick and tired of wanting you to be proud of me because of my actions.
Am I doing a good job?
Maybe if I could stop being such a screw up, you’d love me.” This was me less than a month ago gushing out my heart in bewilderment to God. I had a commitment to share for a ministry in less than two days, and I felt as though I was literally about to lose my mind. Why you may ask? The answer is simple I felt inadequate
Do you remember back in your childhood days, when you were just learning how to color? Wasn’t it fun to scribble all over that white paper and make whatever your little heart so desired? But then, all of sudden, you accidentally pushed down on that crayon a little too hard and maybe a little too fast. Then pop, your crayon breaks, and man are you bummed. You’re a smart kid so you ask for some tape and voila, the crayon is back to its former “whole” self. Or, maybe you don’t h
Back in my journalism days, it was not uncommon for some people to be unhappy with the copy we published in our newspaper. This man just happened to be more passionate than most. He confronted me right before a public meeting and chewed me out for close to 15 minutes. I just let him yell with hopes I could hold the tears in until he was finished with his rant. It turned out, he had not even read the article and had to come apologize to me hours later for yelling at me without