Staring in awe at my resilient orchid, I could not help but wonder how it outlasted so many other orchids that were purchased or gifted to me about the same time. This elegant blue orchid stood tall with 5 beautiful blooms from the day it was gifted to me until now, 3 months later. Perturbed, I tried to trace my steps to see what I did differently because at least 3 other orchids stood naked and bloom-less.

Have you ever had your heart set on a pre-planned trip but had to cancel because of unforeseen circumstances? I had one of those recently, and it was not a good feeling. At a minimum, I was disappointed.

Bombarded by the thoughts of everything that came against me during the day, I curled up in my bed envisioning myself in God’s arms. Despite my trying to access comfort, my mind kept racing, because I knew that the next day, I needed to make a very tough decision. The issue had me torn between doing what’s fair vs. what's equitable

Amid COVID-19, I recall deciding to mask up and venture out. I got so sick and tired of locking myself up in the house. That day while on my adventure, I saw a vendor selling beautiful orchids. With only eyes uncovered, we had a beautiful conversation about orchids in the midst of what appeared to be an ugly world, that was being bombarded with sickness and death.

Sitting in the backyard, my eyes were locked to a small tree that was planted in the wide-open space. Like a small toddler, it was playfully dancing in the wind. On several occasions, my neighbor had told me to tie the tree to a piece of stick so that the wind wouldn’t break it, but of course, I never got around to doing it. Well, that day was the ultimate strength test, because it was windier-than-normal.

Every time my church sister sees me, she jokingly calls me a Gazelle. This is because when I'm worshipping, I get very expressive. I jump, dance, shout, run, or whatever the Holy Spirit bids me to do. At first, I must admit, I felt a bit uncomfortable about the name.