God didn’t give me a story
He gave me a life
“I” chose the story
the words
the sentences
the punctuation
the paragraphs
the chapters
my actions gave Him the titles
my reactions made up the turmoil
the plot
the climax
at the end of my story
I met Him
which left the door open
for a whole new series
about His story
played out through me
Day: November 9, 2015
“Mystory”
my story
isn’t
a mystery
to me
Laura’s Lanes
The other day, I was coming from Santee and knew the freeways were jammed, so I decided to take the streets, and, in doing so, passed by some memory lanes.
You know, some people suggest to never visit your past, but I tell you what: I’ve found victory in it.
As I was going down a road in El Cajon, I drove by a storage place. My friend and her boyfriend used to live in one of the spaces. I remembered it well: it’s where we used drugs, bought drugs, etc. That was back in my dancing days.
This is where people may say, “That’s not you. You’re a new creation. Don’t even mention it!” I disagree. Continue reading
“Listening Without Hearing”
sometimes my call to write
is louder than
my desire to make flags
my desire to love
my desire to meet
encourage
invite
develop
there’re just words that want
to come out
feelings that need
to be expressed
aloud Continue reading
“Never Forced”
love’s not lost
if you wait for it to be found
love won’t die
if you let it grow
love will last
if you don’t waste it
love stays real
if you never pretend
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 