Big Bang Love

Today’s post is written by our Brave Artist Mariah Neilson ************************************************************************ When I was younger, I thought I would met my Prince Charming one day, the next day I would be in love, the day after that we'd plan a wedding and the rest would be history. I expected a BIG BANG moment. Fireworks and … Continue reading Big Bang Love

The Hike

  I think sometimes I get ashamed of the darkness. Not some sin I struggle with, Or fear I can't let go of. Not even depression I need to pray out of.   I'm talking about the real stuff. The common "Hello, How are you?" And my response of: "I'm good, How are you?" I … Continue reading The Hike

Black and White.

Today’s post is written by our Brave Artist Mariah Neilson ************************************************************************ In black and white, I am safe. In black and white, its wrong or right. It is either good enough or inadequate. In black and white, I am confined. When I stay in black and white, you can't see my ugly. But you can't … Continue reading Black and White.

Do Something. Say Something. Anything!

Today’s post is written by our Brave Artist Toni Imsen. ******************** Many years ago, I was at Walmart picking up some baby formula and diapers in the middle of the night. Young mothers know how it is, you weren't expecting to run out and now you have to go to Walmart because it's late and … Continue reading Do Something. Say Something. Anything!

I Told God I Didn’t Want Him.

Today’s post is written by our Brave Artist Mariah Neilson ************************************************************************ This picture was taken in Myanmar, by Mariah Neilson.  Looking up I saw the freedom I wanted. The freedom I had hoped for. But I was trapped. I was hurt. I was afraid. I was afraid of letting God come in and heal my … Continue reading I Told God I Didn’t Want Him.

Plumerias, Shells, & Waves.

Today's post is written by our brave writer, Jazmyne Tamar Johnson. It was a Sunday afternoon.  Lesley had begun to pray and I resisted the strong urge to release my tears from their thresholds. I refused to let a single tear shed from my eyes, as I did not desire to make a scene of … Continue reading Plumerias, Shells, & Waves.