The King’s Prison

Joseph sat there, as he did most mornings. Sat there in the dark, sat there in the cold and wet. He looked around him at the dismal abode he had called home for many years. The prison walls were dark and cold, with no real light to shine in, other than the dimly lit torches in the…

Up the Mountain

I wrote this story a few months ago after facing some discouragement where I felt like a life of faith and sacrifice and following the narrow path would only ever be hard, long and difficult. After speaking to a mentor about this discouragement, a Word from God came to me, where He told me to…

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…