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Finding Humility

I found Humility at a party of all places. I was invited to a grand party, a huge celebration, an elite gathering. I was so excited for the event, buying elaborate and lavish clothes and accessories. But when I arrived at the party, I started feeling like I didn’t really fit in. I tried to dance, I tried to eat, I tried to be merry and celebrate with all the people there, but it didn’t feel right. The more I tried to socialize, the more I tried to make it seem like I was important and belonged there, the more…

I Am A Tree

Strong and true, it stands there in the meadowThe mightiest of oaksIts branches tall and mighty, growing high into the heavensIts leaves green and vibrant, full of life, covering every inch of the treeIts roots, unseen, grow down deep into an unseen water sourceRoots growing further than the reach of its branches in the seen world. This tree has stood the test of time, growing strong despite the winds and rainWhile starting so small as the tiniest of seeds,its roots sprouted and trunk formed, as year after year it grew taller and strongerCircles upon circles of rings adding upon themselves,…

In the Potter’s Hands

I sit on my shelf in the potter’s shop and I look down to realize I must have fallen because I discover a crack in the middle of me.  I don’t remember falling nor do I remember how it got there. One thing I know is that I didn’t start out this way, I must have been created before this crack had formed. But there I sit on my shelf with this crack. But the old potter comes and looks me over. It’s as if I want to scream, do you see my crack?! Did you put it there? Can you fix…

Back to the Beginning

Tearing down my roots, you say it’s time to rebuild Let’s go back to the beginning, the beginning of all things  Back to the dirt, back to the mess, back to when You said let it be and it was  No more building Babel towers  No more pride, deception or blame  Going back to the beginning  Means being brought back to innocence  It means being brought back to the dirt from where I began, the dirt where all life began. Back to the place I realize I first met my Creator.  When I go back to the dirt, I go…

Filled Up and Running Over

I was lost in the forest, or at least so I thought. I was traveling without a trail, on a mission I didn’t fully understand. My mission and purpose had become foggy as I had been traveling for so long. My days were dragging together as I traveled the sloping terrain of the wooded forest.  I had been traveling towards what I thought was north but the tree cover had become so dense, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I saw the sun during the morning and the faint glimmer of the moon at night. But that was all that there…

The Day I Met Creativity

This particular story I wrote recently, actually as a breakthrough for releasing this blog as a platform to continue writing. For so long, as others may have experienced, I felt a block in my creativity because I kept comparing myself to others creativity. It wasn’t until I realized that I had an expression of my own to release to the world that I was fully able to embrace my creativity. Approx. 3 min read The Day I Met Creativity I met Creativity the other day on my way out. I didn’t actually recognize her at first. She was dressed, how…

Love Is

Inspired by 1 Corinthians 13 Love is patient and kind      It grows slow and generously Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude, it does not demand its own way      As it grows, it never forces or pushes things out of the way. It grows around and through and makes the things in the way more beautiful. Love is not irritable and keeps no record of being wrong.      It grows consistently day in and day out.      It grows whether or not it is cared for by man because the rain…

Paul’s Conversion

This short story might be the most personal stories I’ve ever written. I wrote this back in 2019 out of a personal encounter I had with God. I felt like I had a moment like Paul did where I met Jesus suddenly while I was on my way to somewhere else. And just like Paul, it changed my life. Even going back to this story now moves me to tears as I reflect on my own personal moment of salvation, how I experienced those scales in heaven weighing out my guilt and then falling away—of being declared innocent. It changed…