ReFLEXion: Find Time To Shine

Your uniqueness is the very glitter of a fleck of flint. Each fleck, collaborative in forming something useful to catch fire. Each fleck, looks the same — small and insignificant, like they are one. But, the very essence of what makes them unique creates friction and spits fire, just slightly enough to sparkle. But that is enough to

Unknown-2ignite the whole area. It’s beauty, together, create breathtaking awe, in the simplicity of wonder — God’s wonder.

God’s wonder-ful. Wonderful-ly exclusive, elusive. Only those who believe, receive the truthful perception — an all-consuming direction. It’s not a straight path to a destination. Not limiting but liberating. Free, not fate but destiny. His atmosphere is the fuel we need to succeed. Purpose. Perplexing, when seen only through eyes. Read between the lines, the senses, have faith, and grab at the confusion. Only then, it’s not an illusion.

Breathe in and open your eyes.


ReFLEXion: Moment of Silence

In the moments of silence for humankind, the power, in its brevity, can raise a multitude. Heaviness fills the lungs for all who look at the crowd. Swimming in a sea of eyes — strokes of different colors. They all meld, as you drift in the current, feeling the waves of emotions. Some eyes are recognized, but most are only familiar by the expression of disbelief and confusion, all searching for something. In the gathering, it’s found. Familiarity — comfort. The moment lingers as your eyes close. Head drops, but you’re lifted up. Eyes shut, but your feet no longer touch. Wrapped in oneness, you feel the heart beat of each body — a unified pulse of sorrow and submission, of peace and love. Guided from above. For that moment there is no understanding, no logical thought being comprehended, but a feeling. A consuming, bittersweet atmosphere that sweeps you up and seep inside, grows, and slides down your eyes.

HAPPY SUNDAY: Wash me Clean

He sees the truth that lies in your depths, disguised — even from you.

He sees, you are free.

From the fear of resentment or blemish.

From the fear of tasty temptations.

From the fear of unforgiving, pessimistic intolerance —

Little – minded eyes designed to blind.

The truth. pushing you farther away from you.

God’s own design.


Say, “I’m embraced in grace. Wrapped, Encased. Fears are chased.

Truth is within. I know where to begin. My eyes set on Him.

Only then, I can win!

I am sin and His water, a fountain.

Rushes again and again over me.

I am made clean.”


Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. 2 Corinthians 5:17

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9

In that day a fountain will be opened for the house of David and for the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin and for impurity. Zechariah 13:1

Hand-in-Hand, We Stand

The power to shape a multitude of minds needs to go to the hands of the Almighty and his followers. It’s time to stand up and shout the truth. We are all among the same. And we all want one thing — to love and be loved. As long as each of us represent love as our embodiment, we are protected by God.


If we were to all join hands, with this same goal, we could all reach our potential. Don’t leave it to fate, the sneaking hand that wipes a shadow through your lighted path, to decide. And, don’t leave it to your choices — we make mistakes. We are man and imperfect.
Fate and destiny are two separate things. 


Fate becomes reality when someone else interferes. Your life was not “destined” to be that way; but, because someone decide to swing so off course, he momentarily landed in your “light to guide your path,” you hit a piece of their problem. If you were soaring right along heading in the highway because you were on track, well, sometimes it’s a fatal crash. A tragic loss.
Destiny is where you are heading. You have a lighted, narrow path waiting to lead you to your destiny; but, you have to find it. In order to find it, you must look. This path has plenty of branches that rub or occasionally hit you. Do not turn away from this path; because eventually, it finds the higher road that sees the sun every day.
Choices are Our Paths
There are times we must all face choices — some are easy, some are hard. Sometimes, the lesson has to be learned the hard way. Choices are paths; they determine how long it will take to get somewhere. Sometimes, they block things from ever occurring. But by our choices, we become who we are in the present. This moment was made by those choices so we should see our mistakes and pick the positive out of them. It will be tools to help you along the repaired road — because God always gives us another chance.
He nurtures you so that you may grow. He prunes you so that you may produce. But he also gives you a passion to use as a channel to reach your highest.

A Present State-of-Mind: The fine line between Strength and Weakness

Nothing gives me insight more than not finding time to write down my thoughts. They get so jammed up; I feel like I will explode! At the first chance, it comes pouring out. .

. .I am one big walking fortune cookie. I have this wisdom and foresight, most of the time, I have to clue what to do with. I tend to put people off when I speak. It’s like a different language to most; and, for some reason, I can’t shut it off.

I function like an alien. I tend to think with my eyes in a virtual reality of the ideal. When I see a problem as it stands, I am designed to search for a solution.

My perception is insulting to the natural manner of most. Some tend to think I am correcting their behavior. I am learning to only give my input if asked; but, it seems unfair. I AM JUST TRYING TO HELP! 😛

Nothing makes me question my purpose/existence more than being surrounded by those who don’t understand me, who question my motives, or who need an explanation for my reasoning. After constant explaining, with little to no approval, it starts to eat away my confidence. Confidence that I, so patiently, built my foundation on.

If I’m surrounded by those who can’t accept or don’t understand how I am, I feel trapped in a life of seclusion and consuming fear of rejection. I put a great effort in fitting in; but, it just seems to kink up my insides. A problem easily fixed by support of others; but, if the people who surround my daily life seem to lack the capability to support me, my purpose and existence break down with my foundation.

For those who take these things out of context or see my words as judgment and ridicule, my “solutions” can be weary and draining. Therefore, soar straight over their heads — a classic case of misunderstanding. Motivation, positivity, and encouragement can only be empowering to those who seek it to be.

It has been a reoccurring issue in my life and I am starting to wonder if it’s because I have issues that personally need to be ironed out. What better way to adjust my focal point than to be in a room full of people who have a different view on life. Standing in a bubble of isolation forces me to analyze the reasons I was put there in the first place.

ReFLEXion: How will you be Remembered?

How will you be remembered? — For the ones shaped around what you leave behind. For the ones who desperately cling to something to hold onto.

Who will remember you? Being remembered only matters to them; because, when you are gone, you exist no more on Earth. When your journey is complete, you are only a memory — distant and blowing in the wind — the whispers of sweet and touching times. They matter greatly to those still on Earth; but, for you, existing has a whole new meaning.

How do you want to be remembered? Not for the legacy, but for the others who continue on this earth. It’s okay to be forgotten. Don’t be afraid of life’s ambiguity. If you seek to be immortalized, none will have really known you.

Leave a thought or comment —  I would love to hear them! 🙂

Lafayette Strong

This is beautifully written about two beautiful souls tragically torn from us. Mayci was my cousin and she will be greatly missed. Both had a tremendous influence on so many during their shortened lives; it only seems appropriate that they have an impact from their death. Let their love live on. And continue to pray for the families. #Lafayettestrong #livelovelaf


imagePouring through article after article I cannot find solace. I wanted to write my own article and I’m not even sure why. Maybe I’m writing this to help myself process it all better. Maybe I’m writing this just so that I can look back and remember this exact moment. I’m not sure. It’s gotten to the point where all my emotions are masked by something stronger… A sense of bewilderment. I’ve felt complete and utter despair. I’ve felt rage towards the ignorance and evil that has made itself known. I’ve felt fear and panic during the hours when things were still up in air. I’ve even felt my blood boiling towards my own peers that are seemingly ok. Typically these emotions would be very powerful, but the sense of shock keeps watering them down.

Last Thursday, July 23rd, tragedy struck my little city. The security blanket that Lafayette had been…

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