GUESS WHOSE BACK…(I know what an irritating title).

This is an extremely weird start but here goes, I like order. The feeling dropped on me that maybe this is a problem, or further than that, it could be one of things were if we are made in his image maybe we’re all supposed to be slight control freaks. Woow, I’m still here I thought those words would have me struck by lightening…

I kind of know the answers to my own thoughts the bible constantly says to give our worries and anxieties on to him. This is not to say that we are not participants to our own destiny’s, God intends for us to cultivate virtues that will make us more independent meaning less dependant on sin and human flesh (we should cultivate Galatians 5: Fruits of the spirit) and by doing that we become holy, and that’s how we become more like him.

This is me talking to myself if anything. A lot of this may sound like Christianese but I ask you to hold on to this ride called a blog…and the words I have to say… (I love writing I can get away with saying the cheesiest things!) Remember a while back I told you about that guy? Well it’s a distant dream so distant that I’ve completely eradicated the memory out of mind. He’s still in the same area as me, but it’s crazy how God can take you so far. I’m kind of doing a mini reflection as it is the end of the year…
I’ve grown so much, and it’s gotten to the stage were God has cleaned up the aftermath that felt like a murder scene to me. I felt like I got away but I got away clipped, and with a limp. But God has restored my walk, I know walk with pride (a good one…I hope). I feel I am changing for the better; smarter and wiser and more valuable than ever. I even started to recognise myself as a woman now. So this part of the blog is saying that God is a restorer. This is why I love God, he was my ice cream through every struggle I faced; rejection, heartache, health scares, bad friends and disappointment through it all he remained constant. So I feel that anything less than serving him would be a dishonour to the both of us…serving him is being in relationship for me. I can never run tired of serving my superman, that’s why I get so frustrated when I allow life to get between my daily interaction with him. Couldn’t you honestly sympathise? I know half the prayers I pray would have people running in the other direction…I can talk to God because he knows me more than I know myself. And has restoration waiting in his arms.

Alrighty, *dries eyes*

Have you ever considered that any celebration may just be a glorified mood swing that a large majority of people decide to take part in all at once? You know how you get those people who say; “Every day should be______” (fill in the blank). Well it’s true! Your supposed to love your wife every day! Your supposed to remember the salvation Jesus came to bring every day. And that’s another thing…why is Jesus missing from his own birthday party?? It’s like me going to a pizza shop and being told about everything else, apart from what should be the main item. Just saying…if shops really wanted to sell capitalise your own day like that crazy shopping day called Black Friday and go mad. Rather than play with the little religious sentiment the world has, and exploit them to the max. And I used the term mood swing we all see that after the festive period people return to being bitter old sods (excuse my french). Don’t like one decorated with probably no real substance remove the beauty of all the other days you have to enjoy.



I have touched on this topic before, when describing how laughter can be used to reach a satisfying equilibrium. You laugh so much you, you forget everything; up to the point where you forget the reason for your laughter. Laughter is an interesting thing. Folklore tells us, it makes you younger, but I want to look deeper into this enchanting reaction. A reaction that can captivate, seduce, horrify as well as articulate so much about one’s character. We can see someone and take them for what they present, but have you ever thought that someone’s true laughter can reveal the identity of their soul? The soul is often defined as the animation of an individual. Come on everyone knows how the joker sounds??

The soul is an emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, we can see this to be revealed in a work of art or an imaginative performance). Laughter is that joy bursting out of the soul.

BUT. The whole purpose of this blog in particular is to get to the nitty gritty. I have been observing laughter recently, and I feel laughter is rarely about joy anymore. With an upcoming culture where everything is twisted, sick and let’s face it; abysmal. It seems to be that everyone finds the negative to be quite funny.

For Example:

Mr Todd Life has a big stick, and Mr Peter Doesn’t stand a chance is subject to a repeated prodding with this stick. It gets sooo much, that this is all Peter knows. What used to make Peter cry himself to sleep has now one day evolved into laughter. Having previously been bawling his eyes out, snot flowing his nose, he begins to incur a wave of chokes inspired from his own saliva. And then this brilliant noise begins to spark, it sounds like a glorious birth. Gurgles and burbles emerge, and then a splattered, crumbled up blazon of noise! It goes up, down, up, down; and then a frequency hits in. And By God! That’s your sound! Peter Doesn’t Stand Chance now births a nation (one of it’s names being slapstick!); where if it hurts now, just wait. It will eventually poop through and rise into comedy gold. Quite comforting no??

But that’s basically my reason as to why things are no longer funny. We’ve been raised to find cute, wholesome stuff pathetic, and have traded up our tears and dismay at horrible things with laughter. And it’s nice that we’re laughing more and more (the bad seems to be getting plentiful!) but I hope you’ll think to reserve your heavenly sound for things that correspond. Joy comes from Jesus, therefore a joyful noise should be all things he promoted as good. Not, someone getting murdered in a fictional sitcom or even dirty and violent jokes.

And if you find this piece upsetting I’d like to ask; where’s your sense of humour? 😉
God Bless.


This is an unplanned blog, as most of my recent posts have been. But I’m thriving off what my contemporaries call; writers vomit. As opposed to writer’s block, this process involves a lot of crazy things going on in your life where your too busy to write. Then all of a sudden an up chuck of creative mess, for which liberated prisoners can understand to be brilliance! Haha, when I said contemporaries I was really referring to my self… I would hope I don’t relate to anyone too much though. I’ve accepted that I am weirdo, and love it too much for someone to say that we were exactly alike. I’d literally feel like I’d been duped by God, he says I’m fearfully and wonderfully made so that’s great.

No really, imagine God as a painter, with a really snazzy moustache and beret. And he’s literally trembling whilst holding his paint brush like “Dang I’m good.”
I one day hope to meet a fellow freak of nature, that’d be so cool, but he’d have to be weird in his own way.

Sooo any ways, I spent most of the day relaxing and watching basketball videos. Being 6 foot tall, I thought it’d be of relevance. I was just so inspired by their motivation and drive. I truly understand why Michael Jordan is called the greatest, that crazy work ethic is remarkable. A lot of people work hard but I would call his mind frame insanity. It seems like today everyone is mediocre. People say they want to be comfortable in life…this gives the impression that they just want the basics. But that’s definitely not true, the meaning of a “comfortable” life style changes every second in a world where you have to keep up with new models of everything.

People consume like crazy, and are extremely self-indulgent. Instagram, twitter and facebook “posts” and “likes” say it all. Rather the correct term is you wish to be “sustained.” There is more food on the table you just don’t want to eat it. And that’s fine because some people can’t stomach it all of that (you like the metaphor), but I think it’s time to stop lying to ourselves that we enjoy being limited, when clearly we yearn to be our best, as we still attempt to craft abundance from whatever we can. I’m not promoting a greed incentive, I’m promoting a dream incentive…and I hope you never “wake up.”

A written form of Worship.

I really don’t understand who the devil thinks he is. He attempts to place so much doubt in me, so many insecurities. But when I stare in the mirror, I’m greeted with pure confusion. Where does the devil get his angle from? Lower levels that’s where. If we give into his thoughts and make them our own, we trade the God’s motivating high steam (found in the word) for the low steam of the devil. This is how we get low self-esteem and feel sluggish about ourselves and life in general. You know the devil’s an idiot when he comes at you with your terrible at maths, you then apply yourself and get a good grade. All of a sudden he changes ammunition, tries to pick at something else. If we begin to truly understand that we were called to a higher purpose which is God’s plan for us, we wouldn’t be entertained by the enemy’s sweet talk. I call it sweet talk because you apply his empty whispers to your life, but as for God who you should have relations with you shy away from his firm proposals scared of a challenge…commitment. For me it’s constantly reminding myself that I am fearfully and wonderfully made… I can’t help but seek the approval of demi-Gods. It’s definitely gotten better, my ultimate God has definitely thrown a few spanners in the works to prove that the opinions of others are irrelevant.  I’ve always attempted to run from things I knew were bad for me, so minor things like taking selfies and getting hooked on social media have never been a thing for me. I know it sounds mad, but I have had a few experiences whereby the compulsions that I did allow were lethal. I guess when it boils down to it, it’s a matter of trust. Do you trust yourself? Trusting yourself allows room for self-confidence and the kicking out of self-doubt. When you set goals do you find yourself aiming below your full on abilities? Do you see yourself as a bad, unliveable person so just run with it? You try and imagine your hearts core, and just see pure black, this belief is assisted by the dodgy thought you have once in a while. Nope that’s not you. Romans 5:5 says; “And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.” I really love Kiera Sheard’s version of Indescribable: “You see the depths of my heart and you love me the same.” At least trust me, if God sees something in you worth keeping on this earth you are of worth. You have the capability to be Christ-like his voice and guidance lives inside you. Think of it like an app. You are busy using the cheap “boost” system of the enemy when the Almighty God has paid and pre-packaged for an up-to-date and ethical software giving you confirmation on every aspect of your life. I just want to point out that yourself means trusting God, now please don’t take this out of context and put yourself in compromising situations. Matthew 26:41; “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”


picture intimidation

1 Peter 5:8 ESV

Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

It’s really easy to get intimidated in this day and age. It always seems like someone out there is bigger, and better than you. A better singer, dancer, writer and even better looking. Sometimes we can’t help but feel like a lesser of the best. But that thought pattern is messed up. Only if we copy someone else are we a lesser imitation.

For Example, Clive is a Michael Jackson impersonator and can do the moon walk faster, and slicker than Michael himself. However, one fact remains clear, he is not the originator. If anyone else wanted to be a Michael Jackson impressionist, they would not look to Clive (the best in the field), they would look to Michael (Clive’s source). Regardless of whether Clive’s moves are polished or not, no one will ever possess the same authenticity Michael.  So that blue cheesecake that you can never get the recipe down for (and it always ends up gloopy). Or that the lazy eye you have, that has fewer eye lashes than the other…Whatever it may be, embrace your difference! In every conformity like for example a literature exam; you will have a different perspective to everyone else’s. And just because you got the same mark as everyone else (we are all equal in God’s eyes) doesn’t mean that you are in fact the same.

 James 1:1-27 ESV

James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, To the twelve tribes in the Dispersion: Greetings. Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him.

Be confident that from God’s image, you were each made in a unique and succinct way to fill out his many purposes of glory. God’s favour does not stop at Rochelle’s voice. Have you ever thought that at times we determine our ability? Whether that be to absolutely nothing, or we just attempt the most popular gifting of the time and then wonder why it’s a hit and miss?

And how do you know, whether you were the one to create that new field of surgery, or an entirely new sport?? (You never will, will you?) It’s because we’d rather feel intimidated by others and have a physical restriction, than intimidate ourselves and have no restriction. We like excuses like “that’s just not for me”, but that’s beside the point. You choose to restrain yourself to a dead end coffin. “That” is still a restrictive term because it concedes that we have to choose from what’s on display.

It’s like going to a Chinese Buffet, (which to you only has mediocre food) and forcing yourself to eat it! But have you honestly ever thought of enquiring if you could go for a different option, and have something made specifically for you? Instead you sit there mopping whilst everyone else has a good time.

Possessing the fear of standing out and what others will say can really affect our spiritual life. For example, I had found a really great church in the area that I’m studying. My friends that also went there had pretty much agreed that it was a sound church. This is until we went to visit another local church. After having serviced at the other church, one friend felt that, that was the church she now wanted to go to. So it was a majority now going to this new church but I didn’t care. I was fully prepared to go to church by myself if needed, because I knew that my faith would not and should not be determined by the masses. I actually find that situation similar to that of Ruth and Naomi. I had learned so much from that church already that I was adamant I would not move despite how much more money the other church had and even how cooler they seemed. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great church, but it just wasn’t where I was supposed to be.

Ruth 1:16  New International Version

But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.

We can roughly estimate how much to give, to get an apportioned amount out. However we tend to constantly store our lives away in SAFE, never putting anything at stake in order to rightfully gain. And if you think of that’s a concept of risky business, look at what Christ did for you. He chose to die on a cross for a people he knew could not fully rely on. But he did so anyway because he knew that the few that would come back, in his eyes would be worth it all.

Analogies aside, I hope you get the general gist of what this message is about. Persevere! Do not allow any prospect of something being too good or generally bad, deter you from what you were intended for. I was inspired to write this when travelling through central London. Everywhere around me were important looking men and women, dressed head to toe in designer attire. Automatically an average Joe (I hate that term) will feel lesser. But I had to stop for a second and think the only reason we respect such people, (and rightly so) is because they worked to their status. Many being hard work and a dash of good fortune, now instead of me lowering myself why don’t I seek to increase myself also? Hard work is down to me and as for good fortune well I have an awesome God 😉

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”, Ch. 7, Section 3 (1992), p. 190.

Ooh and one last thing! I have this thing were I hate to upset people so will intentionally lower myself (I think it’s being humble) but there should definitely be a middle ground, where as long as your walking in your excellence in a just way then do not care about another’s hurt or bitterness. They feel that the only way you both can be equal is that if you were both miserable, rather than taking inspiration from you.

2 Timothy 2:15 ESV

Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.

Stay blessed!

Poetry Time: In His Riches and Glory


In his riches and glory; she bathes, rinses, and repeats.

Self-contained in paradisal vertigo shaped like a diamond

Her heart responds to a beat of beams some call glory.

Too bright for her eyes woman docks a pair of Ray’s

To ban the brightness that seeks her face.

Woman says it’s to protect from the prospects of blindness

She really doesn’t want love again, she’ll only get burnt.



But he doesn’t care, parts of glory comes down in the form of man,

And his attire is pursuit.

He only speak truths accompanied with light style dialect.

He slowly but surely begins to engrave love and faithfulness on the tablet of her heart.

He stands there as shade (with a love like a king), whilst being her connection to the sun (nothing dangerous about that).

He remains a point of reference,

Her hands coupled over her soul gates,

Whilst contemplating whether this could be gateway to a peaceful eternity.



Her previous lusts had resulted in first degree burns.

Her back turned on glory,

She had been irritated by what had been delicate heated kisses.

Her attempts to single handily turn it around were greeted with a percussion of repercussions.

She became dressed head to toe from a whipping of heated lashes.

Unbeknown to her, she was passing the preliminary stages back to glory’s grace.

But woman’s protector stands confused, had she just called his name

His payments would have covered every Bill.



Other pursuers had babbled on like boisterous Babylonians,

But woman was not impressed with capture lines everyone knew.

Glory proposed to honour her temple, and to only teach her the utterance of tongues

A secret language no enemy could forge.

She had forgotten the charge of staying up all night past God’s hours

For Lucien has a self-benefiting contract.

She now stares down the man who would minimise his minutes on earth just to gain her back.



Glory disregards every life line, mother and father left behind,

This may seem extreme from someone she’s just met

But woman needs to understand that glory has been scoping her from the get.

He’s counted every hair on her head, coming and going

She wasn’t a pit stop in the long line of options down the beach front

Woman is predestined, chosen and set apart.



Woman is the core to the apple in his eye,

The fruit he first fell face down for before he considered catching.

With this established, woman walks up to the waters and,

Submerges herself fully.

She bathes, rinses and repeats,

Taking an oath on that day,

To be eternally bound with the one that washed her sins away.



More Money More Problems?

So I am faced with a dilemma. I’ve been applying for jobs and have come to realise come that all my replies thus far have been from seedy employers.

The first job was for an agency who made me fill-in “standard forms” then requested that I pay a training fee…(interesting). I couldn’t help but think, hadn’t I shown enough dedication by paying all those crazy transport fees and making more effort (dress wise)  than the actual interviewer??

Cool, so the next one was for a company (sounds snazzy huh?)  that dealt  with sales. Despite having promised myself I would steer clear from any job that involved rein-acting the freedom walk in British weather… I greeted Mr Compromise with arms wide open. I really think it had a lot to do with the employers keenness, and the array of people in the waiting room. My grateful mind was thinking: ” Oooh look at this tall, skinny, fat, lots of effort, no effort.” We were all one! Literally, come to think of it that we all got in.

It was a speech from a team manager that submerged my whispering doubts. If Martin Luther King, Al Capone and Gordon Gekkoo were to have a baby, it’s first discourse would have been identical to the words of that team manager.

Sitting at a restaurant table on a warm summers day, we perched around him as he explained the concept wages. He put forward that, if an employee were to give their absolute all, they’d be on a set income. If another employee was to do a standard job, they’d be given the exact same wage. He told us of a time where he had gone to a different coffee shop, (as opposed to his usual). The way the service works, is that the server will write your name on your cup, his name is complicated so he asked the girl to write his name’s meaning (King). As she had been so polite he decided to return again. Upon his arrival he was greeted as King, and the girl had remembered his order. He was very impressed and felt brilliant workers like this needed to be paid according to their efforts.

He did however, fail to mention that the job was commission only and that pay was really reliant on how good of mood a potential customer was in. I’m not going to lie, I was sold . I felt on top of the world this one lunch meeting had my mind latched on his concept that I would never have to save. People only save because their money source is limited. So that they can have “more money”, they save so that when it does come time to spend it, they can…and then start saving all over again. This way, they can pretend that all those accumulated trimmings of their actual wages were the extra bonus’s they needed or deserved. That blowed my mind. Access to a life without money problems?? Yes please!

Now I won’t lie I didn’t come to this realisation by myself, it was with the help of curious parents and a sound friend. But my excitement was honestly adrenaline, I had a desire for comfort and carelessness with money. It reminds me of when Jesus was tempted by the devil in the wilderness…..

Matthew 4 (NIV)

Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.”

Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”


Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. “All this I will give you,” he said, “if you will bow down and worship me.”

10 Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’

This has definitely been a learning curve. In school, a teacher will ask a child what would you do if you won the lottery? Primary school answers would probably be more honest; “I’d buy Mc Donald’s and go to Toys R US. The higher up the education system, the sweeter the lies; “I’d make sure poverty was eradicated.” Hmmm, when your currently not even signed up to giving 2 pence a day. It’s nice to think up principles, and only consider things hypothetically, but are we actually ready to implement our principles?

Note to self: I beseech you, stop with the holier than thou act…now.

Have you ever considered that restrictive spirits in life’s promotions could be in response to God’s vision of our hearts? With his gifts there’s a possibility of temptation. Women, Men, Money, Jobs and Houses. At this point in time, your confused,  and crying out to God claiming you are ready to receive. But God can see ahead. How do you know that if you were to get your future partner, (for your current self) you’d actually act in the correct way?

Be diligent and affirm your faith with actions, as opposed to just thoughts. God will never dish out a blessing, for it to purposefully result in a curse.  So let’s first get trained before we get employed.

God Bless.



Tip: If you want to be happy believe it and breathe it, fake it till you make it. Begin  a sequence of laughter till your spoilt rotten in positive tears, a euphoria of hysterics not based on the duration of those brand new loafers. But in that zone just because you can be.   WARNING: You must understand that happiness is a self-imposed wish that is subject to a varied expiration date.

Right now I feel extremely happy and I don’t know why. It’s not much of a reflection on the last post, but a mere expression of effortless gratitude.  I’m in my room right now,  and buzzing. The windows are open, and fresh air’s coming in with equally fresh thoughts. My heart feels lighter…I feel both peace and joy, I feel like crying.

Proverbs 16:20 He that handles a matter wisely shall find good: and whoever trusts in the LORD, happy is he.

I’d say I’ve dealt with things wisely thus far, yes I must admit today was a lazy day, but I really needed this “down time.” I had good rest, healthy (and tasty food), listened to sermons and interacted in the way I wanted to. I must admit the name of my blog is no mistake. I like being different. However, at times this trait can be a detrimental. For example  I have this thing were I don’t want to stay on Facebook too long in fear that I’ll turn into a mainstream self obsessed zombie (same goes with twitter and don’t get me started on instagram!) Yup that’s one aspect of how my brain works, so when considering on whether to upload a new selfie…I simply didn’t care.

I also made a post that I wanted to make. As mundane as that sounds I’m quite a thinker, and have seen and experienced how another’s opinion of you can unfortunately effect the rest of the day. That will no longer be a worry for me, I need to let go of  the idea that if I follow suite I’ll end up conceited. This may  very well be a possibility but I need to stop over calculating basic things. This is not to say you have to conform, but as long as you are truly right with yourself, you’ll know what’s best.

So back to the thought of happiness, I’m realising it’s truly about being yourself and going beyond the limits of another’s opinion. It’s feeding and submersing yourself with what makes you happy as well as what’s good for you. An old memory used to ask me “are you happy?” because I’d always have a smile on my face. I later corrected that person by saying what you should start asking me is do I have joy?

1 Peter 1:8-9

Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,  for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
I have a love that I can always run back to, a void in my heart that’s been filled…sometimes I honestly forget that that love is there. But he constantly replenishes my fire and let’s himself be known in the simplest of things. So in human terms that’s what makes me happy, but in spiritual terms I have access to jewel locked safely away in my heart. And the cool thing is that his golden crown is always there to adorn.x


At the moment I can’t believe a whole nine months of my life has gone. It seems like yesterday I was freaking out over actually getting to University. This involved crazy prayer sessions  and sleepless nights. I was so eager to be unleashed into adulthood, tired of rules and  demands, and exhausted of restrictions.

Getting to University I didn’t know where to turn my head, there was so much going on. I had lost so much weight over the summer, cut off the my relaxed ends of my hair…and had gotten closer to God. This last change really did have an impact on my Uni experience and I’d say for the better. I was at a certain point in my faith, it was a cool and relaxed place because I was spiritual but relatively naive. I always had my bible around but I read what I wanted to read. I held such strong philosophies that I would reason around the word of God, and even my convictions.

Everything started off peachy; the friendship groups were solid, where I could just about tolerate everyone. That’s until the good impression season faded and all lot of personalities were unveiled. I would say I was only hurt by a few, and even in the few they were never direct actions, but more carelessness. I guess I’d say that I’ve learnt early on in life, that when folk effortlessly mistreat you, they never valued you in the first place. It’s easy for a person to say “woe is me!” and feel bad, (I won’t lie my healing process did have aspects of that) but you owe it to yourself to get back up again. Either cut those people out of your life or just simply reassert your boundaries and protect your heart.

You do not want to be in the same situation of being twice played. Like I’ve leant that when someone shows you their true colours believe them. I kept trying to give people second chances who did not want change for themselves. A vital experience ranger was a compulsive liar and flirt, but I let potential outweigh what he refused to change. Walking away was hard, but to then look back and see another girl in his latch, being drained and even disrespected made me realise how much I had achieved, escaped as well as what I had looked like.

“For if I had turned around in want and envy, Genesis 19 would be my end.

(BUT Matthew 5:13 helps me to understand):

that to know my worth, to be on top of  the earth,

I’m Yahweh’s most faithful friend.”

It’s daunting not knowing what’s out there for you, but that’s where faith comes in. Just trusting in God to see you through, when you can’t see much for yourself. Nights, filled with fear, upset and hurt were always covered with prayer, the word of God and worship. People may not want to believe in Jesus Christ as Lord and a personal Saviour, but he literally filled up my every crack and was a brilliant replacement therapy for HIM. Someone I had placed on to high of a standard, trusted way too much when he could do none of the above for himself. Jesus Christ truly is love limitless and I’m getting deeper and deeper in love everyday. I might add that hope is definitely the best tasting ice-cream to fill any wound incurred plus, no physical weight is added!

That’s my growing up process in a nutshell! (Well so far). I’ll be breaking down a lot of life stuff, my views and most importantly Christ’s position. Feel free to ask any questions and I love to know how you guys deal with new encounters and everything else discussed.

The chronicles of a coming of age black kid, living off a five times daily dosage of: "Your weird."-Enjoy