Most of our strength lies in our scars. Every time I look down at my scars, I am reminded of how brave, strong, courageous, and beautiful I am. My scars… Continue reading @ https://whitneyibeblog.com/most-of-our-strength-lies-in-our-scars/
Today, a part of me became the stranger I met. Hi,” his deep macho voice echoed to me. I flashed a fake smile, As he smiled back, muttering more words. I did not pay attention to the words he uttered, For a stranger, he was. He moved forward to give me a hug, With the…… Continue reading The Perfect Stranger..
You Are Not Broken. My life is directed by many values. Values that have shaped my beliefs, customs and strength. As I grew older, I have come to understand nothing has shaped me more than knowing that I am not broken for anyone to fix. As a counselor, mother, educator, the first thing I tell…… Continue reading You Are Not Broken For Any Man To Fix
“Are you a good man or a righteous man?” This is the question that kept echoing in my head as I journeyed to work this morning. This morning on my way to work I was forced to listen to two lovely men argue over how good they were. What led to this argument?…… Continue reading The Good Man Vs The Righteous Man
Relationships are what really matters in life; our relationship to God, with our spouse, children, extended family members, friends, and others within our communities, yet all too often..
I said to myself,” I will watch what I do, what I say, where I go” I said I won’t sin in what I say. I will hold my tongue When life mistakes and challenges overwhelm me, When ungodly men are around me. But as I stood there in silence I couldn’t speak of…… Continue reading Memoirs Of A Traveller!
It’s easy to nitpick and find fault, but our goal Is to bring out the best in people. Our job is to encourage, build up, to challenge people to rise higher.
I sit and watch
Blurred lines everywhere
As the rain pours down and cascades through my bruised skin
You’ve got a unique purpose in this world and that is what I want you to run with today. God has given every one of us a gift. There’s never a soul, he creates without giving them a gift.
Recalling my childhood is always fun, especially when I remember the mischiefs and the antics of my siblings and I. Even though I was more of the shy and reserved type, “bookworm” as my friends would call me, I think I still had my fair share of childish mischief and one of those led…… Continue reading Learning To Push Through The Pains