“No Strings Attached”

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


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