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  • Broke

    “Before God could bring me to this place, He broke me a thousand times. I have wept, I have groaned, I have travailed many a night until God broke me” – Smith Wigglesworth.

  • Forgot

    I forgot, oh I forgotMy First Love. The sweetness of Your presence.I forgot, oh I forgotHow blessedly fun it is to spend time with You.I forgot, oh I forgotThe adventure that comes with surrender, abandon.I forgot, oh I forgotWhat it was to put You first. Why did I choose to wake up in the early […]

  • M.I.A

    “I tried calling you last week but I was unable to reach you.” “Iyanu! I tried calling you.” “Hi Iyanu, I hope all is okay. Please get back to me. I am really worried that you are not responding.” These are some of the messages I found on my phone upon my return. I hear […]

  • Who am I?

    My story is marred with trauma, with pain, with tears. Having been sexually assaulted by multiple men and verbally assaulted in many ways, I did not want to accept those parts of my story. I wanted to believe that those experiences happened to someone else, a different me. I never wanted to associate that person with the person I thought I needed to be. I did not want to be a victim. I was terrified. But, who am I without my experiences?

  • Wisdom & Understanding

    The battle rages within. What I want to do versus what I ought to do. Through these lenses of war I make decisions. Daily choices, that determine the outcome of life and living.

  • The Power of authenticity

    The Power of authenticity

    Imagine a world where I am me, and you are you. A world where me being me does not take away from you being you.

  • The Dichotomy

    The Dichotomy

    This Dichotomy, where logic makes no sense at all. Where instead of running parallel, all things intersect. A place where Last is First, and Surrender is Honor. This place where Death became Life.

  • Motive

    What is my motive for that which I say I believe? What is my motive for following Him? What is my motive for all that I do “for Him”? Do I even know ‘what I believe and why I believe it’?

  • Stumble & Fall

    I stumble. I fall. I bruise myself, and sometimes I bleed. I stumble, I fall. I battle mind against Spirit, body against heart. I stumble, I fall. It all seems too much, what would it mean to give up? I stumble, I fall. Over and over it seems.

  • The Process of Letting Go

    “If you have never begged God to help you let go of someone, you have never truly loved”… I push myself to release, and each time I try, it is like trying to kill a part of me in many ways. You are a part of me.

  • Running

    Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped. 

  • BLACK

    Our stories are unique in their similarities, different in their commonalities, and heartbreaking in the reality of this modern world. This is the call to action, a BATTLE CRY that rings out, that will mark this generation. Will you heed the call?

  • ‘While I Wait…’

    “The Waiting Place for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting”

  • My First Winter

    My First Winter

    I thought that this was a curse I would have to learn to live with for the rest of my life. So, I began to deal. I learned how to live life with the emptiness, the brokenness, the pain. I learned how to smile even when everything inside of me was weeping. There was no light at the end of this never-ending tunnel.