A poetically moving testimony of how God can take the pain of sexual and domestic violence and bring complete healing by the unconditional love of God’s grace.

The inspiration for this poem came from a godly man from Okahola Baptist Church in Hattiesburg, MS. He made a comment about the rapture and said it might just be raining tennis shoes that day. So I thought it would be fun to explore that in poetry.

I long for your touch but you’re out of reach…

It was the night before Christmas…

June 2008 has been a very trying month for me and my family. My father became terminally ill unexpectedly and went home to be with Jesus on June 11. It was a horrific illness called necrotizing fasciitis (or flesh eating bacteria), which I personally believe, is just another confirmation that the end times are upon us. We are already experiencing the beginnings of trouble, with nation coming against nation, and land against land: and a great lack of food, and deadly diseases, and natural disasters, in many different places. These are hard times to be sure, but they aren’t without the grace of Almighty God.

Yahweh, You are the great I Am. Let the righteous hear Your Lamb.

This is a unique feminist approach to a gender-neutral paraphrase of the Holy Bible by Sis. Kimberly M. Hartfield, which uses the true name of Yahweh God and of Yeshua, the Christ, rather than the traditional man made form of Jehovah. It is a work in progress, so these are excerpts in a continuing series.

About miscarriage or the loss of a child.

Just a little note to say get well.

Just a little thank you note.