I’m back home in LA battling the jet lag at 7:15am. I’ve been up reading since 4:30am and writing in my journal. Since being home, I’ve had to adjust back to my own lifestyle, culture, and the weather. It’s a sad day when you have to put all your pretty fall clothes away for another … Continue reading #STEPHANIETRAVELJOURNAL: BIRMINGHAM, U.K.
Well, I’ve finally made it. I’ve been thinking about the UK for a long time, but have actually prayed about visiting for the last year. At the start of every year, I choose to write dreams instead of resolutions; both big and small. Continue reading “#STEPHANIETRAVELJOURNAL : LONDON”
I hopped on a flight home from the Midwest dressed in comfy clothes and ready to sleep the entire way. Little did I know I’d be making a friend on a flight that day who’d stick with me for all this time. We found out we happen to share the same beliefs and musical abilities … Continue reading Friendship vs. Observation
Rita Springer is an incredibly gifted and beautiful songwriter. Her songs inspire me to dig deeper, enlarge my faith and squeeze all I can into songs that sit at the feet of Jesus. With her recent album release Battles, I cannot express how I’ve been impacted by each lyric and melody. It was like finding … Continue reading Defender: song + story
It’s been some time since I’ve written on She Is Captivated. To be honest, it was hard to find the words, and more so, it wasn’t a time to teach. I quickly became the one in need, the one desperate for a move of God, the one who’s heart was completely broken. Here’s what I’ve journeyed through.
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have it together. My thoughts lead me down some hard paths, I speak too quickly at times, I’ve emotionally shafted my family in the past and working to regain their love and friendship in recent years. I’ve had to forgive a lot of people and apologize … Continue reading Try That Again…
I was thinking about Eddy— a man I randomly encountered yesterday morning as I commuted by train to work in Downtown Los Angeles. I have always loved the main room of the station, and wanted to see it quickly before walking to my office in the opposite direction. Suddenly, I found myself drawn to the tasteful jazz tunes echoing above the movement in the building. There he was: Eddy Shaw, a man who’s moment at the piano which would have a lasting effect on my thinking.