Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’

The wind blows however way it blows, if the tree doesn't learn to dance to the tune of the wind it will eventually snap and it's branches

On my way back to the city, fate chose to set up her class room in odd place to teach me a valuable lesson

Sometimes the things holding us down, are the things we won't let go. Our spirits aren't born to be chained, they a born to fly and soar

I don’t know where I lost You, somewhere between yesterday’s prayers and today’s weary heartbeat. I don’t know when it all began, how I drifted, how I slipped from Your nearness into this fog where I’m reaching for You with trembling hands. I’ve been reading,been praying, been trying to stitch myself back into the rhythm of Your presence even though fasting feels like a lie on days when I see too clearly the places where I still fail. Yet You stay. You stay faithful when ev

In an era where sensuality is pushed like digs on Columbian streets, the eyes must be guarded. In the days when pornography is threatening

They rise with empty hands and hearts full of prayers. The world looks away, but hope lingers, soft, stubborn, alive.

It’s okay to cry, to struggle, to feel less, but not every feeling defines the truth. Some emotions are meant to be felt, others surrendered

In the aftermath of the Hiroshima ruins, the Land cruiser rose from the ashes of calamity, bearing the scars of war

Different trees bring forth fruits in different seasons, when we compare ourselves to one, another we become fools, envying other, all the w

Silence isn't always virtuous. The words you didn't say have now become the bags of weight that weigh you down.

Evil thrives on the silence of good people. Darkness rules when we slumber. Wake up call. A journal by Frieda Shililifa

A journey they call it Only for the elect they say The ones who were chosen by Him One that comes at a cost Repentance and sanctification...

I was down and dusted, blown and blasted, like an engine with a worn out gasket, Hitman was hired and I was the target.

Sketchy Scorch, the pain and the and anguish of this desert road. Sketchy Scorch, the beauty in disguise of this blessed narrow road.

He met me in the ruins, called me His, and lit a fire in my soul - not to hide but to heal the world.

Last night I saw shadows in the dark, strange whispers in the still hours of the night. They pushed me to the edge and hoped I will take the

Lust looks like love from a mile away, except that it is devious with intent to lead you into a dark place. Love on the other hand

Gay boy, you must remember who you are and take your place in the circle of life. A Chapter from the LGBTQ+ Chronicles

This is how I remember the day before the night that Butterfly🦋 Died. I wore the honour to walk him to the gates, Didn't know he'd be gone

You have been the object of scorn, shamed and rediculed. Boxed in from all angles, you've been "trashed". But Adam son of the soil, you