Freedom. No Longer a Slave to People.

About a year ago I realized I was a slave to people. I wasn’t being true to myself and I surely was not being true to my God. By placing other peoples’ priorities, needs, and opinions of me ahead of mine, I was indeed a slave to people. I originally realized this unhealthy relationship with…

Reaching Hearts is Wise

When I was in middle school we had to memorize poems and recite them in front of the class. Maya Angleou was my mother’s favorite poet and by default at the  tender age of thirteen she became my favorite poet too. So I memorized Weekend Glory, which I still remember today. Some ditchy  folks don’t…