She doesn’t mind

She doesn’t mind

She prays, she studies, she writes.

She steps into what she is made for.

She leads others to pursue

the heart of God.

There may be some who

think she should not speak,

that she should go home,

but she doesn’t mind.

Let them talk.

She doesn’t answer to them.

She advocates, she speaks, she stands.

She steps into who she

is made to be.

She realizes her worth

and desires to educate others

about a system that still exists

to squelch her people.

There are some who

believe she is making

something out of nothing,

but she doesn’t mind.

Let them talk.

She doesn’t answer to them.

She teaches, she heals, she cares.

She pursues her passion

to help others who are sick.

She is wife, mom, and

a leader in her field.

There are some who

believe she should be home,

that she is in the wrong,

working outside her home,

but she doesn’t mind.

Let them talk.

She doesn’t answer to them.

She creates, she writes, she spits truth.

She rhymes sick lines

that seep from her heart

onto the page.

She speaks her mind and

she will not be contained.

There are some who believe

that her truth is too loud,

that she should go home,

but she doesn’t mind.

Let them talk.

She doesn’t answer to them.

Say what you want,

believe what you want,

truth will prevail and

your words

meant to hinder,

meant to restrain,

meant to demean

will be what we

step on as we pursue

who God made us to be.

We don’t mind.

We don’t answer to you.

We don’t mind –

but we do wish you would

consider what we could

accomplish if we

worked together.



Truth is louder

Truth is louder

Doubt won’t let me be great. 

I have ideas

but doubt says they’re dumb. 

Too often the ideas 

stay nebulous 

and never become 

living, breathing entities.

You can blame doubt for that. 

I walk into a room 

full of peers and 

question whether I belong,

wonder if there’s even

something I can offer. 

I stick to the periphery 

so that the opinion 

I imagine others have of me

won’t collude with 

my own doubt. 

I’m just not sure I’ve 

got the fortitude to take 

all of it on. 

Doubt won’t let me be great. 

Some days I struggle with

purpose, passion, and possibilities – 

is it really worth pursuing these?

Are these selfish pursuits?

Doubt always has a word. 

Doubt is loud. 

Doubt is persistent. 

Doubt is strong. 

Often I forget there are

other voices – 

Doubt’s isn’t the only 

voice I hear. 

What if I 

listen to the voice 

that created me 

and put purpose within me?

What happens if I 

train my heart to hear

the voice that says

there’s work for me to do?

It’s not all doubt’s fault. 

I choose what I listen to. 

When doubt is loud 

it is because I have 

forgotten who I am.

Doubt distracts me from 

what is most important

with slams and straight up lies.


Truth has more to say. 

Truth is louder than doubt.

Truth will persevere.

Truth is stronger.

I’m gonna listen to Truth.


I am not a robot.

I am not a robot.

There are days when I 

check off all the boxes.

If you saw me in action 

you might say, 

“Get out of her way!

She’s got a list!”

On these days I am a 



There are days that I 

am a Professional


There are days that 

if I could get paid to daydream

I would make bank. 

There are days that 

nothing is accomplished

because I just can’t 

do one more thing.

There are days that I 

think I could tackle

anything I put my mind to

and days when I wonder

if I am capable of good things. 

There are days when I try 

something new, 

like a treetop ropes course

and other days when I 

fall into old patterns that 

keep me stuck. 

All of this is me. 

I am not more me 

on my tackle-it-all days

versus my Facebook pro days.

The essence of who I am 

is on display when I daydream

and when I seek out 

something new. 

There’s a range to who I am.






with a singular setting. 

I am fully myself

when I give space

for all that I am.



What hope feels like

What hope feels like

The pitch darkness

makes her stumble. 

It doesn’t matter if her eyes are

open or closed – 

the light is the same. 

She keeps to herself, 

keeps herself small

so that she doesn’t 

end up with bumps and bruises.

she shuffles imperceptibly.

Her lack of confidence is

because she is 

swaddled in uncertainty. 

Her movement,

her thoughts,




Her dreams – 


What ifs

keep her a prisoner

to what has always been. 

She sits and waits for…

she doesn’t know. 

She waits but 

doesn’t know why…

an invitation perhaps?

An invitation to leave

the dark and  

cross the threshold 

into brave.

Will it ever arrive?

Whatever it is?

This waiting game

is draining life from her. 

She crashes into the nightstand

and hears a

rolling in the drawer. 

She grasps in the dark

and pulls open the drawer

and shuffles through madness.

Her hands find round, tapered. 

Her heart skips a beat. 

Is this what hope feels like?













Her hands flit around the item

and she knows, she just knows, 

it is a candle. 

She reaches into the drawer again,

in search of matches. 

She finds a box.

She lights the candle.

Holds her breath.

And she can see. 

And she remembers.

She remembers the invitation

sent long ago. 

She remembers who she is. 

Ahh, yes.

This is hope. 

The small light gives her enough to see

and certainty takes root in her heart. 

The small light is like a

spotlight on her soul.

It stirs dreams, 

stokes hope,

and she believes that there’s 

possibilities for her 

beyond this smallness

that she has been relegated to. 

The light reminds her 

of her worth, 

enables her to see

the door to the room 

she has been shut in for so long. 

She turns towards the door

with steps of purpose.

She turns the knob and 

steps into brave –

taking the candle with her.  




Are you in the dark, friend?

Find truth, seek light, and remember that you were made on purpose, for a purpose.

Are you hiding in darkness?

Cling to light and step into brave.

Speak for maximum impact.

Speak for maximum impact.

Some things just

need to be said. 

They don’t need rehearsed –

there’s no time for that. 

If the passion is now –

the time is now. 

So often the space when 

something needs to be said 

is a small gap in time – 

and once it has passed

the opportunity for maximum

impact has also passed.

If you wait –

it may be too late. 

When we wait for 

an invitation, 

wait for more research to be done, 

hope for the right time, 

write draft after draft, 

jockey for position,

for platform… 

We miss the opportunity that 

needed our voice –

It’s gone.

And those who may have gained

strength, peace, or freedom

through the impact of our words

will never receive the power

of our words.  

When your heart feels

like it might burst, 

when hope is blossoming, 

when peace includes a fight, 

when truth requires armor, 

when fear and bravery hold hands, 

when passion can’t be contained – 





Are you holding back on speaking up, speaking out?

Are the words you keep within you blocking purpose, passion, and possibilities – for yourself or others?

The question that must be answered

Each time I stand on 

the precipice of a gap –

between what I know – 

and what I do not know –

I am surprised by

the question that 

must be answered.

I thought I already 

chose bravery?




We’ve already been 

through this.

So why, then, am I standing 

here looking at this gap

and feeling queasy?

If I turn back to known

the nausea abates,

but I wither and bitter when 

I stay in known 

for too long.

And it has been too long.

Excuses disguised as 

valid reasons cement 

my feet to what I know.

The gap stares back, 

demanding an answer,

taunting my hesitancy. 

I lift my foot and 

step forward and

the heaviness crumbles.

I choose the unknown, 


I choose bravery

and leave my excuses 

in crumbles

at the edge of the gap.















What decision are you facing today? Sit with it and realize you have a choice to make, a gap to face. Recognize the power of excuses. Name the excuses that are cementing you to the known.

You can do it. Again.

Choose bravery.