Experiencing Him with every sense of my being. — “Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!” (Psalm 46:10 ESV) I am STILL Yet, my eyes are rapidly moving, side to side and up and down. Desperately, wanting to capture everything. Viewing with endless wonder as I gaze at the exquisite brushstrokes painted on the sunset sky. Vibrant colors of red, orange, and purple, gracefully merging into one another. A breathtaking collage…

About acceptance and love — I hate to admit this, but I loathed you as a child. You turned my stomach. I have vivid memories of my mom preparing and glorifying you. Her praises of affection made my skin crawl. No matter how hard she tried, I did not fall in love with you. Your appearance revolted me. As I grew older, I completely distanced myself from you. I compare my…

Without the guilt — I miss being oblivious. When I was a little girl, I fondly remember my mom baking up a storm during the Christmas season. Sugar cookies rolled and cut into bell and Christmas tree shapes, sprinkled with ruby red and emerald green sugar. Snowball cookies, filled with a plethora of finely…

To a special needs parent’s question — Why God Why? This question took possession of me. Daily tears in a rageful flow, like a volcano wildly spewing toxicity. I cried out to God, why are you punishing my child? He doesn’t deserve this, he should be perfect. Two fists locked with resentment, eyes glaring and fixated toward Heaven. My family’s plans for the future thrown off its axis and targeted…

Shelter in a storm — I remember that fateful day. My friend Lydia and I met at a coffee shop to chitchat. During our monthly breakfasts, I have always enjoyed listening to updates about her twenty-something son Brian, an aspiring journalist who lives in a nearby town. …

Thoughts from a girl — When I was young I fully embraced my femininity parading around wearing my mommy’s high heels playing dress-up and never feeling perplexed or questioning why I was born a girl. If I had entered this world as a boy would I have yearned to play a charade throughout the parade…

Not wanting to skip one beat. — This morning with a coffee mug in hand, I began to read inspiring stories published on Medium. One of them was written by one of Middle-Pause’s editors, Marilyn Flower. Her piece focused on the thought that everyone has a theme song. A theme song resonates at the soul level. It…

A woman’s celebration of embracing the next season of life. — I have been a supportive spectator clapping and cheering always yearning to participate in the race. Unfortunately, life’s circumstance suppressed and hindered dimmed and extinguished the passionate flame within. Preventing me from exploring and finding opportunities to showcase my God-given talent. A mother’s unconditional love diligence and sacrifice loyalty and…