"Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised." Proverbs 31:30 When I was a little girl I remember watching Wonder Woman. Somewhat like Superman but more feminine. Changing into her custom at the hint of danger; fighting evil for the sake of justice but she was make believe. Then I heard of a woman who did not change into spandex; a woman that was real, who took an entire city in the presence of a cruel ruler. Deborah was a prophetess and a judge in Israel; who interceded for a nation for a word from the Lord. Prior to her heroic act the...
"Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised." Proverbs 31:30 When I was a little girl I reme...
When loving you is wrong sometimes things don't turn out right. "I never thought I would be confronted by a man about a man," my fist clinched; what mirrored Stephanie was a father of children, a childhood friend she had accepted when others shunned him. He, Stephen, or aka "Stank" had befriended her encouraging 'girl talk' sessions over glasses of wine to vent. For the past 12 years they had shared the same lover. At that moment a sickness came over her, regret seemed to materialize into tears. His words solicited confrontation but the sheer pain of knowing how in the dark she was compelled...
When loving you is wrong sometimes things don't turn out right. "I never thought I would be confronted by a man about a man," my fist clinched; what m...
Tamara made her way down the hall; she knew he'd do it again, her high heels echoing a gate of sorrow. Memories of her husband's infidelity seemed to evade her thoughts. The first lady of Mt. Zion's Peace Baptist Church sought solace in each movement, an uncommon peace in a pace of surrender. How would she explain to her husband that she couldn't love him or forgive him anymore and why did she care. How would she tell the ladies in the church that she no longer desired to be first lady? Michael, or Pastor Stevens, had lied on so many levels; from the pulpit to the bedroom of almost every...
Tamara made her way down the hall; she knew he'd do it again, her high heels echoing a gate of sorrow. Memories of her husband's infidelity seemed to ...