Many Glorious moments, Parading in swells of victory dances & screams. Yet interspersed with moments of mishaps & misfortunes. This Olympics was indeed most phenomenal & exciting for our little Jamaica. Little, but our hearts are big and our voices roared above the sound of many nations . Our flag rose higher, and our contagious spirit embraced by all willing to open their hearts to its call. We once again showed the world our strength, our tenacity and the wealth of our talents. In each race that we run, may we seek to achieve our own gold medals. Though there are hardships, gold is to be had if we seek it with all our might, and great will be its rewards. Every day is an Olympic Game, and each race the opportunity to run to the best of our ability. Let each heat count, each semi final challenge us to push harder, and each finals result in our personal best. Let’s live out the black green and gold!

Every Morning when the sun hits my window pain, and the birds begin their chirping I am reminded of how faithful my God is. How beautiful it is that He loves me enough to give me a brand new day. Jesus,Thank you for taking my place and making me whole.

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Shalom

A Forgotten Melody

You have become just like a song to me.
A song that I crave to listen to, to soothe my aching my soul
To work up a tear, to provide inspiration.
A song that I don't often listen to
Just in times of desperation.
A melancholy song that tugs at my heart and reminds me of a love I once knew.
A love that was pure and resolute.
The only love I knew before the world enclosed around me
Shattering dreams, tearing open my heart, filling it with lies and broken promises.
Your love is like a song I only remember when I feel some morsel of you near.
But as I listen to this song again it no longer feels the same
Now you have just become a familiar melody.
Where is this love that once captured me?
When this song has faded from my memory, what will become of you then?