The Battle in My Mind

There are seasons in life where everything feels still—quiet, even painfully so. It can feel like nothing is happening, like dreams are fading, and prayers are being ignored. But don’t confuse silence with absence. Don’t mistake stillness for stagnation. You are not buried… you are planted. In the soil, a seed looks lifeless. It is hidden from view, covered by darkness, and disconnected from the light it once knew. But beneath that surface, a transformation is happening. Slowly. Quietly. With purpose. The Silent Test Ever notice how the teacher is quiet during the test? That silence isn’t punishment, it’s an invitation to apply what you’ve already learned. In our spiritual and emotional lives, there are “test seasons” where we don’t feel divine direction, where clarity doesn’t come easily, and where reassurance feels distant. But this silence doesn’t mean you’re alone. It’s part of your growth. It’s where you learn to reflect, not react… and then determine whether a response is even ne...

My dearly beloved parents, I fracture my mind trying to find ways to ever repay y'all for everything you've been to me and done for me. Because I have yet to be clever or creative enough to come up with a process of reciprocation it stresses me out. I know you all don't expect anything materialistic but even then I don't know what I could purchase that would show my appreciation. I realize I will be forever indebted to y'all. All of the life's lessons you taught me, encouragement, support and even discipline has instilled morals and values in me that I wouldn't have otherwise. Because all the money in the world could never repay you I decided to show you how much you mean to me via written expression.  Daddy, Remember the broken shoulder after you told me not to run back and forth across the street going to the trampoline when I was in 8th grade? Or the whooping after I moved the car up on Shreck when you went in the back yard and told me not to? Wh...