​There are reasons to express gratitude every day.
I wake up grateful to God and give Him all the praise–
for even the basic things…

Just to open my eyes, breathing one more time
and be in my right mind–
is often taken for granted, but certainly not guaranteed.

You see, my mom lost memory and language skills
when she awoke with a stroke in February 2014.
Yet, she is still alive at 75,
and I am grateful she’s fully mobile
​and at home with me.

​What shall I render unto the Lord
For all His benefits towards me?
In the presence of all His people,
I vow a committed life to ministry.

God has graced me with second chances;
​He’s brought me full circle to face life anew.
His unconditional love heals me, as it nurtures;
I vow trials and transitions I will endure.

Walls of separation exist
in the midst of everyone’s life,
and some relationships are grievously affected,
even those within the body of Jesus Christ.
​
If we, as God’s children,
won’t set the example and get along,
bearing ill-treatment while sharing Christ’s sufferings;
yet, respond in love and still stand strong.

​I am striving to live a sinless life,
sinning less with each new day.
With an open heart through my tests and trials, 
“Lord, help me learn the lessons quickly,” is what I pray.

During a recurring respiratory illness
that had flared up every few years,
God shed fresh light on some behavioral patterns 
​that was critical for me to perceive and hear.

​Psalm 91 describes the benefits of living in the secret place of God. It is a place of refuge where we can experience unconditional love, supernatural protection, security, deliverance, grace and power.  The following inspirational poem is my creative expression of Psalm 91:

GOD’S PROTECTION 

We, who dwell in the secret place
of El Elyon (the God Most High),
Shall abide in protection and security
beneath the shadow of God Almighty (El Shaddai).
 
The Lord is our refuge and our fortress,
our God in whom we can confidently trust.
He will deliver us from entrapment and disease;
He will shelter us from dangers and things unjust.

This healing thing is a process
that takes place over a period of time;
I’ve learned that in order to heal the body 
the journey must first begin in the mind.

I was not usually eager to step
into the path that was necessary.
Before facing my emotional baggage,
I entered my own garden of Gethsemane.
​
Issues stemming from my childhood 
enveloped me in deep-rooted, binding fear.
Due to prior medical traumas experienced, 
​I used to deny illness and run scared.

​Hear, O Lord, this prayer
I offer in this consecrated place:
May you impart a spirit of unity
To inhabit the people of our Black race.
​
May you allow us to experience
How wonderful and pleasant it can be
For Black people to live together
​In bless-ed harmony.