Oh father, my father, how I have lost my way. My father, my father, how I’ve broken the wings of my own soul. My heart bruised beyond recognition, My mind disturbed, filled with confliction from my afflictions. Wounds that never healed, mask me. They rack my body with heaving sobs, Begging for a salve, Pleading… Continue reading Father, My Father ( The Cry Of the Broken)
Cancer. That word seems to just commit broad daylight robbery. It suffocates life. Anyone who has ever had a doctor even circle around the words tumor or cancer can immediately feel the ground vanish from under their feet. I spent the last four years either in hospitals with my mom, car being repossessed, and jobless… Continue reading When He Walks Into a Room: A Short True Story
Thursday March 3, 2011 at 5:45 am my water broke. Being a first time mom I didn't know what was going on. And the fact that I didn't have any pain associated with my labor further confused me when I went to the bathroom and water gushed out. I thought it was nothing. I went… Continue reading Room Full Of Beauty
Hi my name is Phara Joseph, and I am a mom, but I'm not dead. I've have seen and heard from different moms, from different walks of life that say being a mom is the most important job they have. And I thought well I don't think my child is a job. I chose to… Continue reading You Are a Mom, Not Dead
Women, your womb doesn't just produce life, it produces future generations. Raise your kids with understanding that it’s not about them. They have purpose and no one will ever be able to rob them of anything long as they are raised with the knowledge they can do anything and make a difference in this world.… Continue reading Wombs Birth Generations, Not Just Mere Children.
Christians give Christ a bad rep. We represent him in the worst ways possible; from our judgmental views, our righteous indignations, and our ever hypocritical actions. Gandhi was very much correct in his assessment when he said, “I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ.” Gandhi. Christ was… Continue reading Closet Christians