The Scaffold (Don Don Donnn)
The moment I stood on the scaffold, my mind calmly—yet completely panicked—said, "Oh... I ain't doing this."
Has anyone else ever experienced a calm panic? Your heart isn't racing. You're not screaming. You're just quietly looking at the situation like… "Yeah... absolutely not."
Honest Journaler: Paper, Paint, and The Psalms
Hummm…pen and paper, paint, and the psalms! I have learned something from David and Hagar… honesty before God is not weakness its worship.
“Do you ever paint white people?”
“More like Sisters”
My first oil painting (still drying and unfinished)
A few weeks ago, a nice woman whispered, ‘Do you ever paint white people?’ That moment sparked an honest reflection in me...and I am deciding to share — how art, identity, and grace intersect.
(Everyone won't agree, and I'm good with that...it's simple, this is my experience.)
A Night I’ll Never Forget
A Night I’ll Never Forget…I still get nervous telling the story!
