“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” – 1 Peter 5:7 I received a revelation recently, that whatever is supposed to go with you on the journey that God has created, he will make sure it gets there; there is no need to carry it “to make sure” it gets there.Continue reading “You Do Not Have To Carry It”
Author Archives: Summer
Tired Soul
A tired soul bleeds agony. A tired soul bleeds mischief. A tired soul bleeds restless nights. Nothing to give. Nothing to say. Wanting to write words but not knowing how. Wanting to write a love story but I can’t cast you as a character. Wanting to find you, but you leave me. Wanting to ,Continue reading “Tired Soul”
The Beauty in Death
I recently lost a dear friend of mine. Honestly, I struggled with what hurt most, knowing he was gone or the way I found out. Before his death, we were in an awkward space, navigating our relationship. After talking to him briefly throughout January of 2022, I texted him on January 29, 2022, checking onContinue reading “The Beauty in Death”
Go Away
Newness,— The thing we all hate but need. The thing that carries fear in her breasts and ask us to desire her. The thing that trickles softly across our fingertips of emotions, Breathing heavily into our current state of mind. Approaches—my future as if she owns it. Knows it. I am lost,— Am I talkingContinue reading “Go Away”
Enough For You?
Love in the form of heartbreak, knocking at my door, leaving me hopeless. Love in the form of disinterest. Fleeting feelings, only to come and go. Love in the form of my past. I am wanting you but grieving it. Why wasn’t I enough? Were my imperfections too many? Of course, I could’ve done better—Continue reading “Enough For You?”
Perfectly Imperfect
The language of my lips and the stutter of my tongue. The worries in my mind, and the battles of my heart. The thought processes of my broken heart. The thickness of my thighs— The glory in my eyes, awaiting the roads to the prize of who I am. The fear in my soul, plaguedContinue reading “Perfectly Imperfect”
Messy Messiah
I have come to the conclusion that my life’s a mess and a masterpiece simultaneously. I can not remember what precisely God and I were discussing but, I vividly remember Him giving me the revelation that Jesus, his son, my bro, is a Messy Messiah. That he saves those of us, who are the messiest.Continue reading “Messy Messiah”
Home
Tired of having to fight to love youI’m tired of having to fight for love.Fight for a hug.Fight for your sight.Fight for your might and will to love- me.But it should be you.If you don’t love you who am I?But it hurts mama. The selfishness in your inability to love you, for your family.When didContinue reading “Home”
Discerning The Counterfeit
My dating life use to feel like an abstract painting, filled with random lines and colors, then left to interpretation. Recently, I learned that my dating life is a masterpiece drawn by God, filled with His vision and intentionality. An abstract painting has no intention or vision in-mind, but masterpieces, are thought out–perfected. For theContinue reading “Discerning The Counterfeit”
Faith While Waiting
We hear so many references about faith, like “faith without works is dead,” and we also hear many references pertaining to waiting or patience. But why does it seem like the two are rarely used simultaneously? When I think of faith, I think of it in conjunction with an action. I need to have enoughContinue reading “Faith While Waiting”
Too Sweet For You..
Too sweet for you,The child with a bitter tongueThe man with a troubled heart.Too sweet for you,A daughter who is now a mother,Who has yet to heal,The one whose flesh speaks louder than your words, who doesn’t understand why I fly with the birds, higher and higher I go.Too sweet for a patriarchal society.Too sweetContinue reading “Too Sweet For You..”
I Am Not My Job
For the first time in my life I felt accepted. Not accepted because of “forced” or close proximity, but because of who I am. If you told me that this acceptance would come through co-workers at a part-time retail job I was too ashamed to have as a college graduate, I would not believe you.Continue reading “I Am Not My Job”
A Journey to Summer 