Homebound Reflections

The Word says, "Confess to one another, so that you may be healed."

Brothers and sisters, there's no place I'd rather be than with Christ Jesus

His love, His virtues–they rise above reputation, accolades, and possessions

When I was lost, MIA from MIT, in this mythological infancy, in my spiritual infancy, I had no home but the floor of Trina's and JB's living room floor

There, Jesus encountered me again and again, yet I still wrestled with unbelief. I was frustrated, tangled between Lust or Love, grappling with my own desires

I've entertained old vices—lust, pride, jealousy, gossip—all spinning me around 'till I was dizzy

I urge you to confess your sins, for in humility, God heals

In Egypt, my past life led me to the brink of suicide, where I thought I'd die young. But He kept me alive

My spirit was willing, but my flesh was weak, and I couldn't leave on my own accord

On the ledge of my dorm building, five stories up, I was sitting there—ready to end it all, to take the jump. Isn't it wicked how the devil tried to convince me I'd take a leap of faith?

But God!