Sometimes, You Just Need a Platform

For some strange reason, when I came back from Texas, I figured I’d have chances to share with different groups the miraculous things God’d done in my heart concerning Scott, but to my surprise, doors have remained shut for that, and it’s made me wonder why. Continue reading

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