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April 25, 2021

What is a Georgia peach if not first a seed?

What is a beautifully glazed vase if not first a lump of clay on a potter’s wheel?

What is a fully grown human with tastes, desires, and enjoyments if not first a beating heart pounding in the womb of a woman?

This is the mysterious juxtaposition I find myself settled in

As I sit in reeling from the last 72 hours I just encountered.

Settled. Watered.

I am this sweet Georgia peach, yes – but first a hard seed buried for days, months, maybe even years before my first green sprout stretched its way through the red dirt that’s mixed with the blood, sweat, and tears of my former self. If understand correctly, Georgia peaches can turn to auburn whiskey making the reserved unabashed with the corners of their mouths turned in delight. If I remember correctly, sweet Georgia peaches make the best southern peach cobbler, paired nicely with a scoop of old fashion vanilla ice cream.

I am this beautifully, oblong shaped vase, yes – but first I was hardened clay being spun on a wheel of mundane motion as I tried to fit the mold of what all of me should look like, or be. If I understand correctly, a vase is used to house bouquets of creation’s gifts, tantalizing us with their fragrance while the bees are found wanting. So too, I want to be this vase which holds the created for the sole purpose of giving a flower a place to stand.

I am a fully grown woman with tastes, desires, and enjoyments, yes- but first, I was a beating heart in the womb of my mother. No body told her I would be this evolving creature, ever changing, ever advancing, and ever progressing towards something new and different. First, a needy suckling babe, now woman struggling not to behave in a predictable way. I’d say, I’ve only started this quick change illusion, but come back after intermission and you might see the full story.

And where am I on this spectrum of growth, or change? Somewhere between letting myself be and letting myself die for the sake of transformation.


The Shepherd, the Light, and Hoping in the Dark

We tend to think the winter solstice happens over a period of time because of the length of time our days appear to be shorter and colder. The opposite is actually true. The winter solstice event only takes place for a moment, specifically when…

December 23, 2020
Christian Hedonmism

Fierce Boat Rides

The day began like any other day for the twelve disciples as they followed Jesus from town to town; probably taking short cuts through bodies of water. For goodness sake, most of them were fishermen by trade. Surely they could navigate the waters with…

September 19, 2020
Failure Grief Lament Mental Health Repentance

World Suicide Prevention Day

It has been nearly 11 months since my last suicidal thought. Other than the occasional teenage angst, I had never experienced the mental and soul wrenching turmoil some individuals, including Christians, are consistently inflicted by on a daily basis previous to the summer of…

September 11, 2020

The Church and Her Soil

I only went because I’m an addict to adventure. But, after my experience with The Little Grand Canyon, or Providence Canyon, in South Georgia, I can now speak of the greater metaphor it holds. Providence Canyon, or as the locals call it, The Little…

July 6, 2020
Grace in the Mundane

Walking in Mystery

With every blinding flash, a loud boom swiftly followed. With every loud boom there followed rattling windows. Summer thunderstorms in Florida will shake you to your core if you haven’t yet lived through at least one season of them. In the middle of my…

July 6, 2020
Discipleship- Pauls and Timothys Ministry Musings


She called me her mentor tonight. Fear immediately seized me as I sat frozen while replaying the word in my head. Mentor, mentor, mentor. The moments where I failed to model the character of Christ flickered in my mind over and over again as…

June 27, 2020

The Advocate for Those in Alcatraz

A little over a mile off the coast of the San Fransisco bay stands the Alcatraz Prison on a small, singular island. The prison was notorious for being the penitentiary for the worst of the worst criminals during its hay day between the late…

May 25, 2020