This year has delivered a colorful palette of progress, growth and accomplishments. Even with the low points, there is plenty to be thankful for and I thank God for giving me the vision to recognize many of my blessings.
Grace in the crossroads of life is a blog of essays, articles and poetry that highlights the grace that is sometimes hard to see clearly. Sometimes the process of dealing with our issues must be addressed so we can heal and appreciate the grace shown to us.
All in Reflections
This year has delivered a colorful palette of progress, growth and accomplishments. Even with the low points, there is plenty to be thankful for and I thank God for giving me the vision to recognize many of my blessings.
Advent season is here! Reflect, give thanks, celebrate and rejoice in the blessings headed your way.
Not only did God’s sufficient grace allow me to share my testimony in front of an audience, but God gave me a peaceful joy in doing so. Writing your experience is one thing, sharing it verbally is a whole different vibe.
As a woman, discomfort becomes a regular part of life to which we learn to adapt. If I had to demonstrate the silver lining every story is supposed to have, it would have to be growth.
It’s no secret that the heart and soul of black women is infused into America’s DNA from all the nursing, nurturing and faith that exudes from such great creatives.
It is imperative for the sake of everyone’s well being that we are responsible in our actions. So here we are fighting to live while living to die because the stress of life is too hard to face sober.
If you struggle with contentment, grace and patience, take a moment to watch God's creations.
Celebrating holidays without your loved ones hurts, but there is still something to be grateful for.
Sometimes the simple things in life can offer us grace as an opportunity to show compassion to others.
Sometimes the gift of grace presents itself as a stranger until we can accept it for what it is, God's love manifested.
The light of love can conquer the evils of the world but you have to choose what spirit you will submit to. The heart of a person dictates their actions.
I needed an outlet. A method of coping. Drugs and alcohol were not viable options. Writing was my vice.