River rise: rise from deep within me and water the dry, thirsty grounds. Rise and swell within the banks, bursting at the seams. Flow proud and strong like the force of the Mississippi and stretch long to the Delta of my soul. River rise from within me, quench my fertile soil. Rise that my bowl…
: “God does not demand that I be successful. God demands that I be faithful.” – Mother Teresa
My greatest challenges come from the experiences that touch my core and bring me face to face with my humanity: every episode of my life’s drama that reveals the cracks and flaws in my armor – every time my lips kissed the ground from falling flat on my face; every moment my head was bowed…
The Orator. That was the title one of my best friends gave me. This is the same best friend who knew for years that behind the smiles and charisma, underneath the “floetic” orations that I often gave, was a young woman who had not found her voice. How ironic!