Brand New Mercies

This last two month I have been touched by cancer through friends, family and co- workers.It seems every week someone was going through something cancer related so much to the point were I was exhausted.The thing no one ever saw coming , I didn’t see coming was when I got that call the cancer scare…

The Profound You: Finding Your Purpose

Originally posted on motive4love:
Someone ones said that, “purpose is the reasons we journey but passion is the fire that lights the way” Everyday we get up whether we go to work, school, or stay at home the need to be more do more is what inspires our daily decision. We often struggle with finding…

The Road Not Taken

Originally posted on motive4love:
We often wonder if the decisions we’re making are the right ones. Our inability to see through the opaque lens of tomorrow, today, burden our thoughts and delay our response to situations until it’s too late.We become so worried about the pitfalls that we often forget to take a step.For years…

Why she stayed

“If you find yourself stuck in an emotional, mental and physical abuse. Be honest, press eject and begin to break from the stillness,”-A. Bailey

Phuket, Thailand: A place Where the Financial Impossible is Possible.

Devoid of troubling thoughts, the beautiful beaches and ancient buddha statues offers a  soothing calmness of mind and spirit.Thailand a place where the financial impossible is possible. Begin your travel preparation by checking on the vaccination you will need.Some of the ones you might need based on my experience. Typhoid Vaccine (Injection) Hepatitis A (Injection)…

Who are ‘They’ Anyway

“They,” comes in two category; the ones who impacts your life positively, refuse to accept mediocrity, and show you how to improve on yesterday. The second group is the ones that influence you to try less, do less, be less and pray less. In their company you refuse to try a second time, afraid to…

More than Fiction: Believe

“Before this my life was full of wish a lonely road of hopes and dreams that soon become a mist. I remember days of struggle with pen, paper, a vast amount of if-only, someday,why and alas a dreary prayer. The song I heard were stories of how each dream came through, but I had so…