A Daily Dose of Freedom

As the hinges hang half hazardously on the remains of this dilapidated dwelling, the Holy Spirit enters this place to offer rest. Rest from yesterday’s troubles. Rest from present day trials.  Rest for tomorrow’s journey. Last night, I slept like a baby. There was a sweet peace that fell over my mind, my heart and my soul. Finally, it was truly well within my soul—a complete night’s rest of total submission. Somewhere sandwiched between exhaustion and perseverance, lay this physically present body eager to close my eyes in God’s presence but estatic to wake the deferred dreams. As I drifted asleep, my mind traveled pass complacency and straight to the mountain top of undeniable joy. I could smell the dreams manifested. I could hear bells from heaven, my dad cheering me on. I could see the tears of passion reigning over every hurt, mistake and detour. This wasn’t an illusion of victory. This was a lifetime of blood, sweat and tears in the making. This was growing pains of su...

For the past couple of weeks, seems like I’ve been on the receiving end of some brutal spiritual warfare. My flesh-subjected to excruciating migraines and ongoing inflammation that literally had me reaching for a Goody powder multiple times throughout the day just to function at mediocre.  I knew I was “stressed,” but I refused to utter that truth out of my mouth. I wasn’t about to claim it and more determined not to fold under the pressure. I wasn’t a stranger to discomfort, so I knew this attack would soon pass. God had brought me out of worst and I trusted Him to do the same. I flinched but I didn’t fall. I kept praying on the matter. God kept showing me the “culprit,” but I did everything in my power to resist the truth. I could see the problem plain as day but I kept going, trying to ignore what I knew to be true.  Sometimes we consider “disappointments” as personal failures that crush our ego, bruise our hands and leave a slight stain on our heart that resemble an old...

I’ve always been an analytical thinker for as long as I can remember. Growing up, I was very inquisitive. I needed to know the “why” behind most everything I participated in. Although most times, I had to settle for the short answer, “because I said so,” or pick my teeth up off the floor. I chose to quietly settle in contempt to keep me teeth perfectly fixated. Learning to accept that the adults in my life ran their households as dictatorships without question of authority didn’t suit me well but I learned to go with the flow to appease others. I wasn’t about to be subjected to spankings for allowing my inquisitiveness to get the best of me. Pretty much, the same thing, jobs refer to as insubordination, families refer to as disrespect, so I remained quiet, hidden and afraid. Subsequently, my relationship with God has mirrored those same attributes. It’s all I rightfully knew. No wonder, I’d been seeking refuge in the valley, my foundation was planted on a rock of tradition that no long...

I woke up to a strong rumbling noise around 3 am that sounded like a force of nature, trying to rip the top off the house. It literally sounded as if the metal rooftop was about to peel back and expose the inner dwelling. I immediately thought, “What would a life “without a covering” look like?” Exposed. Vulnerable to every attack. Overcome by voids. Susceptible to catastrophic events. Subject to excruciating pain. Hopeless. Helpless. Blind. Wavering in faith. Complete chaos! However, don’t be moved by the “strong winds” in your life that show up as disappointment, hurt, loss, grief and heartaches. The Bible clearly warns us that the enemy comes to kill, steal and destroy. Don’t allow the “windstorm” to shift your foundation. Don’t fold under winds of opposition. Don’t doubt God’s hand of protection. Don’t be alarmed by the loud rumbling. Don’t be moved by the overpowering wind. STAND in faith by His perfect peace and supreme power. Suit up in His amour. You have the resolve to “stand”...