Sometimes a word from the Lord feels like a hug and a push at the same time. Becoming a disciple of Jesus is dying to your flesh daily.

This poem, written on Resurrection Sunday, reflects on the Resurrected King.

This piece reflects on a quick visit to Frugal Bookstore.

This poem remembers my great grandmother and her legacy.

Honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and remembering Jesus is the ultimate source of love and justice

This piece speaks on Princeton University's ties to racism and the institution's "efforts" to bettering itself.

This story reflects on how God has always shown up for me and been right on time.

This poem reflects the process of trusting in and relying on God to direct our path.