Sunday I woke up feeling loved. Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Today I worship.
On Friday I received news that a fellow writer, 12 years old, was diagnosed with brain cancer. She was taken by ambulance to the Children's Hospital in Oakland. A beautiful child with a beautiful spirit. She loves to write. She can pull through, this type of cancer is survivable even though it sounds scary.
When I went to see her in the hospital Saturday evening she told me and anyone who would listen that she wanted to go home and pray to God in her house. All of the adults assured her that she could not leave the hospital. However, as I think about it now; she can go home. We all can go to another place in our mind and in our spirit. Once there we not only find his comfort we find solutions to the answer. We get closure.
The preacher this morning was a woman. She spoke about moving forward. For me what that means is regardless of what is thrown in your path you persevere. You run your race and refuse to look over the shoulders at another. Evverytime that you look over your should to see who is gaining you - the slower you become.
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose
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"Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers women of all ages to be on purpose.”