Sexual Misconduct

With everything going on in the news, it’s made me wonder: why haven’t “I” ever come forward with the names of those who hurt me?

The only reason I’ve come up with is that it’s because I’ve been healed from everything, but still, many things happened…many.

Like the time I was sixteen, when the manager at Burger King told me to sleep with him or I’d be out of a job, I lost my job.

Or when shortly after that, a forty year old man seduced me for months…I didn’t know any better. If you aren’t raised right, chances are, you’re not going to choose right. Anyway, there’s more. Continue reading

FREEDOM (written 1/13)

[written on Friday, January 13, 2017]

Last night (Thursday, January 12) was amazing, but it was more than that because of certain things leading up to it.

Since last month, I’d been planning to dance with my flags at Poetry Night at The Prelude, but then, last week, something happened, and my desire to dance seemed crushed. Continue reading


[written 10/17/16]

there aren’t many people
who’d beat their spouse
in front of company

there aren’t many bullies
who’d pick on kids
in front of teachers

there aren’t many parents
who’d toss their kids
in public

yet so many times
people trust
a smile
an attitude
a picture

when behind the scenes
behind closed doors
people are worn
to nothingness

and yet they
and act
and pose
to mask the pain

let’s wake up
to those around us

instead of guessing
what’s behind the curtain
get to know the cast
and be part of their solution

Pass it On

Sometimes, kids are terrified to grow up and become like their parents, but when they realize they don’t have to…when they realize they have a choice to become like Jesus, the peace in their eyes speaks louder than words.

Locking Your Own Chains

Do you ever have those moments where something enters your thoughts, your heart, and you have to do something or else you’ll explode?

That was me about twenty minutes ago, and you’re lucky I didn’t write then. I’ve calmed down some. I’ve spent time with God and still can’t contain what’s going on inside me, so I’m writing it out.

I don’t understand unforgiveness within the church, and I refuse to try to. Continue reading

Time Redeemed in a Dance

Yesterday, I went to Beach Chapel to deliver some flags and to creep up on Henry (hee hee hee). Both of those things were accomplished, but God had way bigger things in store for me.

“…in store for me”…I can’t even imagine all that God has stored up for me in heaven that He’ll be releasing. It’s astonishing!

Anyway, as I was dancing with flags, I felt the desire to go up on stage but wasn’t sure if I had that favor, so I stayed where I was. Before communion, we sat to pray, and at that moment, Henry motioned for me to come up on stage, so I went. Continue reading