• African American

    Guilt

    This morning God spoke to me and it’s been a long time coming. Waking from my stupor, it dawned on me that I could still realize my dreams.  In this past year,  I have watched God prove himself to me time and again. I’d grown accustomed to drowning in my guilt.  Believing within myself that I was undeserving of answered prayers.   But then I realized that Guilt is not of God.  Perhaps instead of letting the Devil convince me I couldn’t change, I should instead be giving God praise for his everlasting mercy and grace.   And as reticent as I’ve been,  I’ve found more opportunities to utter the Lord’s praises…

  • African American

    I’m off to zumba to my hearts content. I’m always awkward about going to the gym though.  sometimes I feel like it’s a fashion show. I  mean who has time to impress folks when you’re sweating puddles?