Look at our world today. What do we see? The new co-work space of the dining table, the empty streets, the 5th Zoom call you just made today, what do they mean to you? Is this merely just the new rhythm of our life, the new normal we content with? Or do they tell of…
Line Upon Line – An Ode by Jolene Wee
Line upon line it had formed at the corners of his eyes time is the payment for being wise Line upon line as he went through life My dad had gotten wise But he needed to find The everlasting truth, the wisdom from on high Line upon line “It is written” in the book that…
The Secret Place of Brokenness
Hiding vulnerably behind my tears, behind the harsh words echoing in my ears – weak, failure and rejected. I’ve given my all to being a human being, stepping into this world giving the best I could. We live in this cruel world judging the ever being of our existence; it left us wondering if we will ever be…
This Thanksgiving
This Thanksgiving, I give thanks to the One who made the woods, leaves, light, but above all the ones who told me to not give up, I’ll be praying for you, I love you, and that you are made for much more. I can’t wait to dance the street of gold knowing we’ve made it together. …
If we were having coffee…
If we were having coffee, I’ll tell you all about how it all began. how this cuppa was after my heart from the very start. You had me at ’sip’. I felt its comfort in the cold like I was sitting near a fireplace, keeping me warm. And in the summer, it was like…
Born Again
Have you felt chained to your past? Are you chained to the things you did, the facts you hid. Do you live in a prison of secrets? Trapped in lies and addictions you can’t shake. Do you live in a prison that no matter what you do you’ll never be enough? Where society labels…
My Comforter
I remembered that moment where we all gathered into the room and shared our secrets with each other. A joyous little girl, just only 6 years young turn to share her story. She began to whisper like she was afraid someone might hear her. In that moment she revealed the fears she kept in her heart. I…
The series of LovingEveryOde
Since I was younger, my mom told me I was a storyteller. I would paint pictures with words and composed my own songs. I’ve never knew this part of me was inside of me till my world was flip upside down. There was where I learn to write to God. The most intimate, raw emotions of…