Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces… I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.

I don’t know what more to say… I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could… Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.

Only Jesus can complete.

Like my loved one, I am convinced that we all have critical conditions. Battles that we undertake behind the hospitals, in lonely alleys, secret locations and sometimes public places that are out of reach to...

I could smell the food fill up my hunger before the order was even placed.

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

I found that when it hurt, sometimes the most effective response was to feel the pain rather than wish it away or pretend it was not there.

This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

The point of departure is a lack of explanations.

amen”.

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of...

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

This book attempts to record a journey to restoration that applies to ordinary people like you and I. It is a shot towards healing. A step headed for a new consciousness. It emerges from a...

We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each...

I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!