Reflecting on my daily life, I often wonder if my actions exemplify Christ. Obviously there is no aura orbiting my curls, so what sets me apart? Does my behavior wordlessly express my dedication to a Savior, or am I just another body polluting the planet? Sadly, because I exist cloaked in a garment of flesh, Read More
Shredded Heart
Ominous clouds hover, threatening torrential onslaught Melancholy swarms, seeking a perch to rest Pain, closely guarded, carefully concealed, erupts toward the surface Tear slips unbidden from it’s duct, evidence of emotional betrayal Unrealized dreams, misplaced hopes twist; a cacophony piercing the soul Artfully fabricated fascade cracks under circumstance’s relentess compression Strength fails, courage fades, despondency Read More
A Runner’s Purpose
April 2010 marked the beginning of my competitive running career. In the last sixteen months, I’ve competed in seventeen races; one 5K obstacle course, ten regular 5K’s, two 4 Milers, two 10K’s and two half marathons. Not only are the races fun and a great workout, but proceeds from the registrations fees go to support Read More
Joy in the Mourning
Twenty one years ago today, William Harry Maddison III, affectionately known as Tre’ made his debut at a hospital in Waxahachie, Texas. Tre’ carries the honor of being the first grandchild, first grandson, and my first nephew. All that together makes for one special guy, but that is just the story’s beginning. You see, over Read More
Wretched Road
Staring down a dusty trail at unfamiliar terrain, she stoops to sit. Alone. No map. No crowds. No travel companions. Isolated in a forsaken place. Circumstances dictated her path, she did not choose it. Here lie her choices; navigate through or die denial’s death. Blood oozes from her injured limbs, witness to her failed escape Read More
Letter to a Prodigal
My Dear Child, You have wondered so very far, ending up in the place where you are. Do you know that you cannot escape my love? You are still within my grasp. I see your inner struggle, the constant turmoil over what is and what should be. My heart aches that you have turned yourself Read More
Special Delivery
The James Miller Jr. household was established in 1986. By 1994, it resembled the perfect American family, with 2.3 children, one boy and one girl. 1995 dawned and the Miller’s contemplated whether to expand their family, or call it complete. Silly folks, they should have known they were not in control of their destiny. Read More