Brokenness: Be The Clay

I remember it, so vividly. The night that I broke down in tears. I finally had succumbed to the forces of brokenness. I was tired of living the lie. I was tired of pretending it was ok. With my bible study leader reaching out her hand. I snatched it.

I had avoided this for such a long time. I had played it off, as if it were nothing. That I could make it on my own. I knew the life I was living, was not pleasing to the Lord. I was a child of God, who had strayed away for far too long. I believed, I just didn't want to commit. That moment plays through my head on many occasions. But why? Why is it so, life changing?

A lot of us, relate tears, losing our composure, not sure what to do. We see it, as sign of weakness. The masses say, get up and suck it up. This is why being broken, being so genuinely and completely broken is a beautiful thing. When people realize that they are not enough. That they must change something in their lives.

Brokenness is a necessary thing. It helps us, realize how far we are from perfection. That perfection will never be attained. This is why the brokenness process is so effective. We must let ourselves be vulnerable, to leave our comfort at the door, allowing God to slip in and mold us.

That's what I did that night. I finally allowed God to mold me. God is still molding me and will continue to do so, until I leave this world. I will always remember that night, as the night that I said, change me Lord!

I've had my ups and downs. But the Lord has been faithful. It started with brokenness and in many ways, it may end that way too.

Be the clay.

Why I Blog

Since I've started blogging. I have had several unique experiences to share in the blog sphere. Friday was one of those days. I was typing out a blog. Then.

A older woman from one my classes. Came to say hi and see how life was going? She saw what I was doing and asked, if she could read the blog. I said sure, gave her the link, she got right on in the computer lab. She began to navigate through all my entries. She came across one and started to cry.

She looked at me and asked " What if someone you love, asked why you love them?" I was little surprised by the question. Has I attempted to answer the question. She started to cry even more, I realized God was behind this situation. I barley knew her, but it didn't stop her from venting her frustrations, anger, and fear. She was juggling her job, being a mother, and feeling alone in this dark world.

Long story, short I got to pray with her and gave her encouragement. As I was trying to digest the whole deal. I realized, it was my words, that I typed that sparked the breakdown. That my blogging, indeed made a difference, it reminder her of the promises of God.

I don't need a comment to feel good about what I posted. That there may be several others who have read, that have been impacted. That Friday, I finally realize why I blog.

Words are powerful, especially if they are for someone else.
Blogging for HIS glory!

Victims Of

We are, or at least think we are, victims of something. We all have been or felt abused, taken for granted, or felt unimportant. We all believe that we are victims of something. We victimize ourselves, to believe we are victims. We want people to throw a pity party for us. We want the attention of a person, who will vent with us.

I'm not saying, that being a victim is bad. There are plenty of legitimate victims such as, rape victims, victims of war, poverty. On the flip side people begin to take advantage of being victim. They find a way to distort anything, so others will feel ill of their demise.

What is bothering, is that for most people. We allow ourselves to victimize ourselves. We take time to find the bad. So that we can feel bad about ourselves. I have seen plenty of the people be victims of horrendous things.They could have chosen to let those actions defeat them. But they rose to the occasion and conquered it.

We go, as far as we allow ourselves. Most of us, have support from all sorts of venues. But ultimately, we must take the initiative to rise. We can't do it alone. But we must not be lazy about it.

Victims we are, but isn't being a victim a choice?

We choose to have that label. Again, nothing is wrong with that word. But it does, become a detriment when we allow it to dictate our lives. Being a victim is not a permanent state. If anything, we can learn to overcome the difficulties, of what we call life.

So are you a victim of something?

If so, what are you going to do about it?

My Life

My life... what will it amount too?

My life.... what I am doing here?

My life.... am I making a difference?

Your life ....


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Behold! The Power Of Coffee

The cool looking future, the music echoing in the background. The distinct good smelling aroma in your face. People engaging in conversation, that vary from catching up, to politics, to sports. Let's not forget the lone individuals who are enjoying a good book, cramming for a midterm, or simply reading the New York Times.


Coffee shops have a very unique mystique to them. You can spend hours on in, without even noticing it. It seems there is no time in a coffee shop. People use them as a rendezvous. But the shops are great, with all the CD's, newspapers, and advertisement for helping poor African kids.

But that's not what brings people in. I think its, the coffee. Not because its amazing, but because, of what spawns from it. Conversations. It's funny you need to talk, you go to a coffee shop and enjoy a cup of coffee. It seems like some kind of therapy center. A place to vent and cry your eyes out. A place where you can smile and have a good time.

Even better if, you don't like coffee you can order a variety of things. That I'm sure one will agree with your taste buds. Better yet, you feel adventurous and try something new.

Regardless, coffee shops are a great place to converse. Everyone knows that. I've have had some of the best conversations in a coffee shop. Why? I don't know, but coffee has the ability to bring people together. Whether family, friends, or someone of interest. It's the coffee.


The coffee is good

The conversation is better.