The Trust of Silence

The Trust of Silence

My hair loves nothing better than a good stripping. Thick and curly, shampoo and conditioner quickly weigh down my ebony tresses, pulling out the curl and giving me enough frizz to make me wonder if I’m related to a lion (some days, our manes would be comparable). Tea tree oil shampoo and apple cider vinegar become…

When Your Disappointment May be a Divine Opportunity
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When Your Disappointment May be a Divine Opportunity

It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying, but this airplane, with all my worldly belongings crammed into the luggage compartment below me, symbolized the death of my dreams. I’d scored a job as an editor on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., but a 3:00 AM trip to the ER had changed everything. Now suddenly I was on my way home to California minus my health, car, and job. I looked out the window as my dream life vanished beneath me.

Stop working so hard to produce the grace and just be the vessel it flows through.

How to Live in Freedom

Sometimes you just don’t know how bound you are until you have a moment of exhilarating freedom and you think to yourself, “This is what it means to be free”. And it feels so good. Fresh. Wholesome. Alive. And you promise yourself you will never go back to regulations and expectations. But somehow you do….

a different sort of princess

a different sort of princess

Friday, 29th April, 2011 was a never-to-be-forgotten day. I wasn’t interested in the media reports of Miss Middleton’s relationship with Prince William. The royal wedding, however, was different. I was deeply interested and (to my surprise) deeply moved. I was fascinated as I watched an ordinary girl, Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, become Princess William of Wales:…

Getting Grace on @KindredGrace by @RachelleRea

Getting Grace

I used to not get grace. I didn’t understand it and therefore couldn’t appreciate it. I used to read dictionaries, but somehow I never read the definition of grace. In my mind, the word grace conjured something rather obscure, on a rung higher than forgiveness but below love. Whenever I heard the word used in…

The End.

The End.