When I was in elementary school, I used to love competing in athletic races. The scariest part though, was not knowing who I was running
Author: Melody Walker-Brown
After a long day at work, I sat at the traffic light staring into the distance asking self, “Girl Melody, when will you stop working?”
Ever encounter that person or thing that is just a thorn in your flesh? Funny enough, my husband, just a few days ago, told me
“Peace I leave with you; My [own] peace I now give and bequeath to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you.
I’ve been studying some material on crucibles and how the Christian will be tested, tried, and purified. It’s quite an interesting lesson. As I review
There I was, sitting on my sofa, trying to figure out how long it would take me to make a quick run to the store
KABOOM! I could hardly close my eyes last night because of the constant blasts of fireworks. Yesterday, America celebrated its independence. A few days prior,
Remember the childhood song that goes, “Watch your eyes, watch your eyes, what they see. Watch your eyes, watch your eyes, what they see. For
An honorable salute to the fathers reading this nugget. Not many of the males reading it can accept the greeting with heads held high. To
I found myself justifying an action that was not necessarily godly. I rationalized it for minutes. I even found myself saying out loud, “Surely you
