Cynical Curves

“Perhaps my features aren’t the finest— I never said I was gorgeous. But Are these the reasons I’m alone?”


His Voice

I couldn’t see his face, As I walked through Raging winds and biting rain. But I heard a voice. I couldn’t feel his arms As the chills spread icy Fear and despair. But I could feel his love. I can’t always see your Tear stained face, feel Your all powerful embrace; Yet one trait remains:… Continue reading His Voice


“Dear Rona”

"No fainting goat syndrome or surprise visit (even from the likes of you, Rona) can ever change my purpose."


An Introvert’s Isolation Checklist

“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.” —A.A. Milne


Friends or Bacon?

I’m an unashamed foodie.
Food is more than just a symphony of flavors and memories, or the test of one’s creativity. It’s the journey of connecting the art with your own story.
Food is a journey. And it’s personal.
The following story is a personal memory and reflection that occurred in a college lecture.
If you like this story, chances are you’ll also enjoy other similar stories and poems in my collection Heartbeats: Life blurbs that define me.


Dear Younger Me: Live Life

On this birthday weekend, I’m reminiscing past years. The mistakes, joys, heartaches, and triumphs. You know: my story.
I can’t time travel, but if I could write a letter to my younger self, or my fellow audience, then this is what I would say:
Stay strong.
Smile sunshine.
Pray, pray.
Dare some.
Live more.
Love most.


Why, God? Why?

“Why” has always been a vital question for me. Whether I’m weighing decisions, establishing trust, or finding the heart of the matter, “why” calms my fears.
But is it possible to go too far in our questioning? Do our questions show a need for sharper faith?

Life, Poetry

To the Hurting Ones

“We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes...
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!”
~Paul Laurence Dunbar

We all have pain and burdens. We all have tears in our eyes sometimes.
What are you doing with your pain?


Breaking Boxes: Sizing Up Life

At a Singles’ Conference this past year, I was confronted with chunks of my life that I had unconsciously marked as “private territory.” I found myself guilty of compartmentalizing things such as my goals, fears, and relationships in boxes guarded within my heart.
Sometimes we have to break open boxes to rediscover the true value hidden within that box.
So I invite you to travel this year with me, reevaluating personal decisions and breaking open boxes.


Jump Start

Another year is here!
I don’t know about you, but this past year was not easy. I’ve gained friends. Lost friends. Seen some dear saints passed on to Heaven. Our family had some health scares.
But through it all, God has never left me. I might have wandered apart, but He was constant.
This year I’m setting my sights on particular goals, and I hope you will be encouraged to set achievable goals.