It dawned on me like the 4th of July shooting firecrackers over an open field. It was obvious, loud and very beautiful. It’s time to kill the Racer in me. It felt like a gong going off in my head, resonating loudly over a loud speaker. Kill the racer. Kill the racer. Kill the racer. … Continue reading I had to kill the World Racer
Isn’t it ironic how freedom can be as simple as a makeup less face and greasy hair? I told Johnny a couple days ago to quit playing with my mane because it was making it messy and greasy. Uh. Ok? I felt myself get insecure at a trendy store so I didn’t smile or really … Continue reading Hiding behind the face in the mirror
(Editor’s note: This is an excerpt from my time in Malaysia during Month 6 of The World Race. I’m currently still in the field beginning Month 9) I came to Malaysia to ATL the month and win souls for the gospel. I was convinced we would see signs and miracles. I had a feeling we … Continue reading We broke up…It’s not you, it’s me
It is well with my soul. I was reading an email about how whatever happens, God’s still good and He’s still God…I was smiling thinking how true those words were when I saw Emily standing beside me. She told me she needed to talk but I was busy. I was responding to an email, my … Continue reading My Baby is Gone
