Remembering that I am made from dust feels good to me. It’s not that I am inconsequential or insignificant, but there is a rightness about realizing that I am not God and I don’t carry his responsibilities.
Growing up, prayers were introduced to me as rote memorized words that were repeated regularly to God. Some were recited daily, like grace before meals. Others were generally reserved for our corporate weekly gatherings and
It seriously took A LOT of guts for me to write and post on social media. I was scared. Scared of being judged. Scared of being not liked. Scared of what people might say. But you know what!? I was also excited.